Author's note-Hmm, yes. Another chapter-and I actually had to work on this. Changing lines…hard to do. But you'll all get to meet the next bunch of characters-and you'll probably learn to hate/love just as much as I have. For those who are actual Luxbar (is that what they're called) fans; be very patient. This story has a lot of fucked up moments…but love will find a way…sort of …not really…blood.

Disclaimer-I don't own the KH characters… But I own all the characters they represent.

Warning-this chapter may include stuff that is blah blah…violent. Also; there are some really hateful words in this chapter. I'm no hater; but I just wanted to warn you about the words. No real graphic violence in this chapter-just Luxy thinking too much.


-Pyramid-

Welcome to the Blind Eye Room

Dreaming is an odd thing, an odd trait that only the higher mammals contain. Why we posses this ability is still unknown to us; but what we can conclude is that is does hold some importance. In order for us to dream, we must be of a higher intelligence; those too low on the food chain hardly sleep, let alone achieve REM while sleeping. For humans to be able to dream just shows us how much we have evolved from the simply primate that beat others with a stick. But this is not too say that we will not do the same.

Any how; Luxord was asleep, and he was dreaming. This was not unusual to say the least; people dream all the time; even at Luxord's age where he would slowly leave the wonderful world of REM and enter a much lighter version of sleep. But he dreamt; and what he dreamt of was nothing to odd either. He was, in his opinion, not to us; was having a bad dream; maybe even a nightmare. You would not know this if he told you, as you would not understand what his version of a bad dream was. He dreamt of an incident; one that had happened two years ago. He was still young and innocent to the rules of the world; and he was asked, by Xemnas; to do a huge favor for him. He was only too pleased to accept the offer; he would not displease the older man. And without much thought; he accepted and didn't even bother to find out what it was. How bad could it be; how awful or hard of a task could Xemnas had placed upon him? Luxord could interrogate and he could ask questions; it would not be too hard. But could he handle what was in store for him; could he handle yet another look at the ugly world that he was born into?

Luxord had spoken to rape victims. It was something he was required to do as he studied at his all too pretentious university. You had to talk to them; if you can't handle the talk then you were not made for the job. Horrible things happen, and it was his job to try to fix them. So he had spoken to these victims, and he found out, as he drove and spoke to Xemnas on the phone; that this was his duty. He was unsure; he felt uncomfortable; as anyone would, to speak with someone who was hurt in such a way. He had thought it wouldn't be too much of a job though, anything for Xemnas after all. But as he did his job, before what was to happen of course; he had to admit that the rapes were something to be sick of. They had started out at a decent age; but they seemed to be getting younger and younger, and when Luxord went over to the hospital and was greeted and escorted to the room of the victim; he would come across his youngest. Sixteen years old; young and still full of hopes and dreams; this is what he was to talk to. A child. And it was then when the job ahead seemed to be much more difficult. He had never done this before; he had never spoken to one so young yet. And what made it worse was that Xemnas was asking him to do this for him. Luxord almost walked out of the room at that point. Had Xemnas not seen the child? No…no he hadn't. This was something he could not yet do; he was not that experienced yet? How could he ask this…how could he ask?

Where did they touch you?

Did you know them?

Did you fight back?

Luxord detested the very thought of this. But he would refrain from complaining; he had been asked to do something and he had agreed to do so. He would do his job. It did not matter about money back then; and as long as justice was served Luxord thought it would be ok. The lovely life of ignorance; even it had a grasp on Luxord.

But entering was not the hard part; it was getting the other to speak. They were always so upset; they never wanted to talk, they always blamed themselves. They never wanted to hear it. They were so afraid, so afraid that they would shut themselves away from the others around them, no matter who they are; friends or family or doctor. And now Luxord was going to have to try to get this young one to talk. It was so hard. But Luxord was careful; he approached the bed, not finding unusual that the patient was almost completely covered in the hospital bed sheet. They did not want to be seen, this one was the same. The body was filthy…it had been touched by something dirty. Don't look at it. But Luxord could see the small amount of bare face; eyes watching the world carefully to make sure that the monster did not arrive, he could see the two eyes despite the bandages that covered it. This poor soul had been cut on the face; and not only would they have emotional scares, but this one would have a physical scar…perhaps for the rest of…of hislife. Luxord was careful to not be too loud; he was quiet but he made sure to walk in front of the other and to make his presence known. He could see the reddened eyes of the young boy; red and tears stained behind all those bandages. He could see some of the messy, unkempt hair and he could see hate and fear littered all over this boy. And he could see those empty eyes; those eyes that seemed to be recalling the process over and over again. The eyes saw everything, and they would reel the memory over in the boys mind. He stared at those eyes. Luxord felt it, this unaccountable amount of fear build within him. Why would someone ruin a young child's life? Barely in high school, and now he would have to live with the horrible memories for the rest of his mortal life. And Luxord would have to tell him that suicide was not the way; he would have to live with this terrible memory, and he would have a scar to look at everyday, and it would be a reminder to what had happened.

This was the nightmare. It was at this time that Luxord began to truly see, as many of his kind do; that some people are just sick. Really sick. They are sick people; people who hurt and rape are sick. Sick in the head, the soul. No; there is no soul for one who would find this pleasurable. Who could rape someone and think it acceptable? But this was a child...and it was just so much worse. A young child that would lose all meaning of truth and trust; he would never be the same. Luxord wasn't ready for this. Nobody ever really is; and they never are because they know once they live up to it, there is not going back.

Never.


Luxord woke up with what had to be the migraine from hell. At first he thought it was a result of alcohol; but the amount he drank was nothing compared to what he had been known to engulf. His liver could have easily handled this amount; let alone his brain. He rubbed his head and groaned when his hand made contact with the side. Bruised. He rubbed it gently and sighed. What a long night…

But this thought was immediately cut short when a horrible realization came to; he was not at his home. He felt the floor beneath him, cold and hard, smooth concrete. This did not belong anywhere within his sanctuary. He looked around; trying desperately to make out what was around him in the darkness. Black, black; black all over the room. Luxord felt the concrete once more; making sure this was exactly what he was feeling. Still smooth, still cold and still very unfamiliar to him. Luxord moved a bit, trying to find steadiness despite the headache. It was difficult to do; but he managed to stand himself up. He could feel the wall; smotth as the floor and just as cold and unfamiliar; and as he did he could feel the gravity of the situation grow. Where was he? How did he get here? Why was he here? Where was here? Luxord closed his eyes; a bit sick as he discovered that the room was darker with his eyes open than it was shut. He tried to recall everything that had happened during the day, yes; he had to remain calm. This may be a dream…this may be some sort of prank; this may be a ton of different things; but it surely is not something horrible. This must be a dream….why else could he not see? Yes; that had to be it, nothing else could possibly explain his current situation-if it was a situation to begin with.

A bad dream; one after the other. Things like this happen all the time. He thought this may be real; the walls and the cold floor-but it was not. A sick and strange dream that his mind created because he was not in the right mind during the day; he had been stressed since waking up, and now he was stressing in his sleep. He had worried over Xemnas and now he was dreaming this odd dream. It was just a bad dream…nothing else.

Luxord sighed and sank back to the floor. Why would he come to such a thing? Would his mind not be over what had caused him so much worry in the first place? Was this a dream at all? No; it had to be a dream, after all; what else could it be?

But…was it? Luxord immediately began to doubt his own thought. One would question whether or not he was in a dream, but then he would not be dreaming at all. Dreams get stranger the deeper you go; but the deeper you go the more you accept. Your mind becomes tangled in your own imagination, and it accepts this all as if it were something normal. He was not in a place of acceptance; nor was he able to find reason as to why he was dreaming this at all. He could feel the wall; he could sense as if things were real, but in dreams-no matter how real they feel, you cannot truly grasp it. It is not real…

Luxord coughed nervously. He blinked and looked around once more. His eyes were beginning to adapt to the dark surroundings-and what he saw was not all too promising.

He could make out something on the other side of the wall; something sticking out of the wall, and a whole bunch of it too. Luxord was unsure of what it could be at first, but somehow, someway; he found himself taking steps closer to the other side. He, carefully, touched the thin object; it was…paper. There was paper on the wall. Further inspection told him that it had been taped, and that there was writing on it as well; he could not read it though. It was too dark and his eyes could not make out the shapes. Luxord stared at this disturbing site; there was something very wrong going on. He looked around, and he could see just how small this room was. It was a room; just slightly bigger than a bedroom, not too big…but still not too small. He took a step towards the middle and as far as he could tell there were no exits. No exits; that meant no way out. No way out; that meant a problem; especially for a Luxord. This…

Was this a dream?

Luxord took another step and noticed something in the far corner. He was unsure at first; but he decided to also inspect this as well. He took another step; there was a chair. One more step; something was on this chair. He stopped and stared at the horrific object that…that was watching him. A camcorder- and it was on. He could barely tell; but there was a dim light coming from the object; he was being recorded. Luxord took yet another step-he was close enough to touch it. Luxord grabbed the object; not all too worried for some reason at this point as curiosity had grabbed hold of him. He lifted it up and inspected the suspicious object. He could tell it was on now; the dim light flickered in the darkness; it seemed to just barely be functioning. He moved it around and tried to turn on other modes, trying to unlock something within the item, but it held no avail. Either this camcorder was broken beyond belief…or he was more messed up than he thought he was. Broken things in your dreams usually meant something…a doll would mean loss of innocence, a picture might represent family problems…but a camcorder-he wasn't all too sure. But then came yet another question-why was this so? Why would this be here-in a room with taped paper, with a chair and no doors? Why was there no door in the first place; it made no sense for it too be dark and have no door; the ideas clashed with one another, or at least what he was told when he was at school. Why was there paper with writing if he could not read it, what would be the point? Dreams were supposed to be strange and unrealistic; but everything here did not make sense to him. He could read dreams, even his own; but this was just a mess. Random objects in a dark room with no meaning whatsoever. What was going on?

And as if to answer all his questions, light filled the room, and Luxord was able to see. He squinted his eyes; they had adjusted to the room's darkness, and although the light was emitting from only a few light bulbs and those light bulbs were dimly lit up as it is, as well as the fact that the light coming from only one side of the room; it was rather hard on the man. He looked at the light bulbs, fixated on them. He had not noticed them at all while he had made his first inspection of the room. But there was light now, and this could be the answer to all his questions. Of course; not all answers are as nice as one would often hope for them to be.

He could see the sheets of paper, and he could se that they were in fact taped on to the wall. The bottoms were hung loose; only the tops had been taped, small pieces of tape…they almost fluttered in the small room. The only thing with movement; aside from him. They did have writing; every single sheet had either a word or a strange shape to it. Luxord frowned and felt his heart race as he stared at the many sheets that were scattered on the side. The writing was crude and looked as if it had been done in a hurry; and it had been written with something…something that looked a lot like dried blood. Luxord stared, frightened; at the disturbing scene; not all too sure how to react to it. He put the camcorder down on the chair; that he could tell was old and uncared for, and he walked slowly to the wall with the paper. It was dried blood; the messy brownish-red that only dried blood would have. It was written in such a way that Luxord felt himself growing more and more frightened by the second. The words were sloppy and scattered amongst the paper, and the shapes…he could not recognize. Luxord grabbed a sheet and pulled it from the wall; he stared at the sheet; the word was upside down and backwards…but he figured what it spelt in a few seconds, and it made him sick to his stomach;

WELCOME

He let the paper fall to the floor. The idea that this was a dream was no longer with him; not because of what he had read, but because of what he had seen. The spot where the paper once stood; where the paper was; it had a marking behind it-something painted into the dark grey concrete wall. He touched the cool wall and let his nail try to scrape away at the black that covered the wall in the particular area. Nothing came of it…but it did tell him something; this was real. This had to be real because there was no way he could come up with this on his own. Luxord grabbed another sheet, and he ripped it from the wall. Like the one before it; there was more black. Something had been decorated into this wall; something that was to be hidden.

But what?

There came a loud crack; and them the sounds of mutter. Luxord nearly jumped as he heard the sounds of talking now fill the room. He looked up and stared at the ceiling where the origins of the sound were coming from. He stared up at the highly decorated eye that filled the ceiling, not really taking much notice to its red and green color, nor the gold writing that surrounded it. It also had strange shapes circling it-the same as the ones that were on the paper-but Luxord did not see this; he could only stare at the center; were the pupil would be. He could see it stick out just a little' the voice box, and he knew this was where the voices were coming from.

"Your awake-bout time-hmmm…."

What was going on? Luxord listened to the voice that was now filling the room. He was being watched right now…this person knew this. And he; he sounded like a man, was watching him….he slept and he moved about the room…he was watching him all this time.

"What does she see in you-you look like one of those prissy kinds who's never had to lift a finger in their whole life-"

Luxord walked until he was right under the voice box; he kept on staring at it. Was this person watching him now? He had to be- he was.

"No-no-you mustn't go under this-we can't properly see you right under-"

Luxord's eyes widened and he turned to the camcorder that lay on the poorly cared for chair. He was being recorded?

"-Move please-you need to move-we can't get a proper examination with you standing where you are-"

Luxord paled. This was all too real-the touch and the sound; and the fear.

He panicked. Not the best of choices; but it seemed reasonable at the moment. Something simply was not right.

"-Oh-not so calm now, are you? Bout time you freaking realized what was going on-I seriously was afraid that you were going to do absolutely nothing-I fucking hate doctors-they think they know everything-but they don't-"

Luxord felt a spinning sensation take root inside of him. Oh no, no, no, no; this could not be real, something like this did not happen.

"-Are you listening-you are awake-Hmmm; ok then; lets get this show on the road-"

Luxord moved, not because the voice told him too, but because he actually needed to find a way out now. This was real, no doubt about it, and he had come to accept this quite well. But accepting this situation as something he must bear with; not so much. He was trapped, in a room decorated by possibly some sick psycho, and now he was this psycho's plaything. Was it a patient of his…no he did not recognize the voice. Maybe someone who didn't trust his kind, he had said he didn't like doctors…right? No…this could not be happening to him. Oh, god, no this was not happening.

"-We have rules here; and you need to follow the-you do not follow…"

Luxord sank to the floor.

"-you will die. You will listen to the rules I am about to give you-"

Luxord closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"-You are not allowed to touch the camcorder from here on end-if you do-"

Luxord opened his eyes and stared at the room. He felt tears well up in his eyes.

"-you will die. You are allowed to remove the sheets of paper, and you may ask any questions you feel the need to ask-but you should note that you probably not receive any response-"

Luxord wiped away the tears and pulled himself up. There was a way out. He stared at the odd door that he, for some odd reason, did not notice until now. It was the same color as the room; it blended in so well…

"-if you try to escape-you will die-oh; and don't bother with the door-it's fucking locked okay? You ain't getting out that easily-"

No way out; he would die in here. They never let them live; they said they would; they would play their stupid mind games and they would get the victim to believe whatever they wanted them to. But Luxord knew this was true; he knew he would be killed either way, some sick twisted way.

"-But by all means-feel free to do as you please; cry, scream, yell up at the wall-we need to get a proper examination after all-"

What a sick fuck; Luxord stared helplessly at the door that was probably bolted shut, there was no way out. They would watch him and wait for him to snap, to break and beg for his life…

"-Oh and please refrain from the action of self mutilation or attempting suicide-I swear to gods I will break you and make you wish you hadn't done that-don't you FUCKing do that-"

Suicide? Hah; Luxord was better than that. No; he was better than all of this. He was sophisticated; he had undergone years of testing and writing bloody essays; he was so much better than this. He would not let them win. He knew death was a serious problem; it would be a huge possibility by the end of the day…but he knew he could not let them win. This room; a crazy decorated this room. Crazies grow bored, they will not let him live long; he wouldn't have to worry about being used in some sort of degrading way. They will make him suffer; but he sure as hell wasn't going to act in front of their stupid camcorder. He would not give them the pleasure of the day.

"I will FUCKING KILL you-you here me?! I have a lot of things to do, and I was assigned to watch your fucking faggot piece-of-shit ass!-"

Luxord couldn't help but stiffen when he heard that word. That awful word…he hadn't been called that word in such a long time. He was good at keeping it a secret…but that was not the point.

"HA-HA-HA-look at your face-"

They…how long was he being watched? A day, a few weeks; a month or even more? Why…would they know? It couldn't have been a blank statement. Where did he come up with that?

"Why," Luxord asked out loud.

"I swear-what were they thinking-"

Luxord looked around the room; there were answers to be sought. He was not dealing with what he thought he was. These were not the usual insanities that walked the streets. This had to be someone who did their homework. This person…

When you added it all up; the rooms, the voice box and camcorder, the time of kidnapping; it was all pretty well thought up of. He had to give credit where it was deserved. This deserved. The markings on the paper; the pictures…where had he seen them before? They were familiar, but his mind was not capable of properly seeking out the answer. He was too nervous. Too scared for his own life.

Why him-why not someone else?

"-Letting a blue-eyed outsider into our ranking system-I mean-it's just FUCKING sick!"

Luxord turned to the voice box. What…did it call him? An...Outsider?

"I probably shouldn't worry though-you'll probably be killed before the end of the day-He'll see you and there's no way he's gonna take you under…yeah-you're fucked."

Luxord didn't pay attention. He hurried over and removed another sheet of paper. Not one with writing, but one with that strange picture. He examined it carefully; trying to make out what it was, he knew he had seen this before. The blood, and the way it was drawn; it made it difficult to tell, but after a moment of thought; as well as the words the voice box had called him…

He dropped the paper. No…this was not real, it simply could not be what he thought it meant.

Hieroglyphics.

Luxord stared at the wall, and one by one; began to remove a sheet of paper. He was in no hurry; despite the growing desperation inside him. He ignored the voice; he let it go on in some stupid speech; he ignored its taunting about the papers. He didn't care what it had to say anymore; he was going to die anyway. But he needed to see how he was…and this would definitely tell him. Please…please don't be it….don't be it. Nobody wants to dies that way….nobody wants that to be their final memory. He removed it one by one, until all the pages were scattered amongst the floor. He stared and placed his hand on his discovery. Smooth as ever; black…with red in the middle.

A giant pyramid; black all over; and in the middle was the red, all Seeing Eye.

It would hold no meaning to many; those who looked at their dollar bill would assume this was a mistake; as the eye was never in the middle. But Luxord stared at the center of the pyramid; staring at the red eye with the black pupil. To him; it held great meaning. It meant he was going to die; it would be painful and slow and he would not ever leave this room again. He would die here, and nobody would notice.

Pyramid…

They got away with thousands of deaths…he would surely become just another number. Luxord felt his whole body shiver in fear. He had seen…so many pictures…the things they did. They broke into the torture room…and they took all sorts of pictures of the things they used. He saw bodies…he saw the terrible condition they would be left in. Decapitated and hung upside down, the juices from the inside slowly leaking out of the hole that was the remains of the neck. A whole body was skinned and all the internal organs were removed; while the victim was alive-the autopsy report showed that no medication was used-they had felt it all; the ripping sounds and the awful pain of flesh being removed. The poor soul probably didn't die until the organs were slowly removed-one by one…in the crude ancient Egyptian style.

Luxord backed away from the picture that was radiating from the wall. He glanced up at the ceiling where the even bigger, colorful version of the eye was- glaring at him; listening and mocking him so. Why him-well; why now? They killed anyone; there was no particular favoritism in the eyes of the Pyramid. If it walks, talks, and has hopes and dream; go and kill it. Stab it; shoot it, lynch it and let the blood drain from the body. Let the blood fill the tub and use it to paint the walls. Asian or African or Hispanic; it did not matter-just another creature to rip apart and let the intestines fall through. Go ahead and break the jaw, let the tears fall and hit them across the head with a bat. Let the brains splatter into a pink and grey mess; the lumpy matter will look good on the wall-matches the blood you painted on not too long ago.

Luxord, at this point, no longer seemed to care about much of anything. There was nothing left to care about. He would be murdered. He would be dead by the end of the night. They would kill him; and they would enjoy it and get off on it because that's what they were programmed to do. Mindless killing machines…with a heartbeat; the worst kind of weapon in the world.

More tears ran down his face. Fear had taken hold and was now in control. But Luxord kept his silence; he couldn't let them see fear in him. They'd wait and take their time if he did. They'd grow bored if he was silent; they would hurry up with him.

Luxord sank to the floor and held his breath. Keep quiet; don't them hear you-don't make a sound!

No more voice box.

Luxord kept his breathing as silent as possible. Don't make a sound, don't make a sound; let them hurry up and finish the job.

"No…"

He didn't want to die. He didn't want to die at all; and he didn't want to be brutally murdered either. He had so much going for him; he had everything that had managed to keep him comfortable; maybe too comfortable. Is that why they chose him? Did they want him to beg-to bargain for his life? No; they were not like that. Money meant nothing to them. Power…they had all the power in their hands. They had the power before; they got whatever they wanted; the United States would never negotiate with terrorists…unless they had the right hostage…they always did. They had the power and they would be rewarded with weapons and any necessities; and then they killed the hostage. Luxord was a hopeless cause at this point. He was not worth the time or energy to be a hostage. He was not wealthy enough to gain an extra day of life. He had nothing they could possibly want…even if he did; they probably already took it. They had there ways…so many ways.

"No…no," Luxord whimpered in a very pathetic whine. Not him! Somebody else; but not him!

Thirty years…

They couldn't be doing this; it's been thirty years!

Zodiac never came back…

Why are they doing this? This shouldn't be happening. They were supposed to be long gone; far away in some distant place where they did not have to worry. Did they ever have to worry though? Even when they lost thirty members; was there ever a time of falter?

"Not me," Luxord said as he tried desperately to not hyperventilate. Got to stop the tears; don't let them see you.

Just waiting…waiting to gather enough followers and then…


Luxord knew there was always a chance of escape. Nobody, at least from what he had read; had ever escaped. But this did not mean it was impossible. The books; they mentioned that many of the survivors; those that had been rescued on the day they were taken away- they all had to be counseled for…for many years. Some were still getting treatment. So…maybe somebody did escape; but kept their silence for safety. This was a possibility. He might be able to escape this; he was smarter than them; he could outwit them. What he lacked in strength he had in many other categories. He would not let them torture him so easily!

"Twenty minutes…"

He blinked and remembered where he was. The voice box had been doing that for awhile now. What was going on…?

But it was this that had brought on the thought; the chance of escape. Something was going to happen, very soon now. Luxord knew this would give him an option. He knew this wouldn't be the first time; that others before had tried to run-and he knew his chances were terribly low. They were never alone. If he was so lucky to bypass the one who would enter the room…what were the chances of him passing by another? Could he really make it to the surface, unharmed and safe?

No…probably not.

But…wasn't the chance of making it worth it enough to try?

"-You've been sitting there for almost three hours-and you've done nothing of the sort. Not very good on your part-"

Ignore him…he is immature and is only trying to mess with you.

"-He's going to watch the video-if your looks don't piss him off your shitty attitude will-"

He must be young-with his voice and his cocky attitude; this member mustn't be too old. They have been making new members…sick.

"-You think sitting around will impress us? You think you're the only one to remain calm under pressure?"

Ah, so they've been killing for a while now. And this would make sense; can't train a child to be a killer without something to prey upon first.

They're watching you-somehow they know what you're doing. The camcorder…no; they couldn't possibly reprogram that to do such a thing, it has to be something else. They are watching you…

"You're running out of time…"

Luxord looked up and stared at the eye. Gold and green and a coppery red; and the voice box that would be a pupil; was there a camera hidden behind this? Luxord stared and looked at it, inspecting it as best as he could. The voice had said that the camcorder could not record him properly from this point of view. Luxord glanced over to the corner where the object lay. That wasn't right. It should be able to…as long as it lay on the chair; it would be able to perceive him in most of the areas of the room. If anything; it would lack a good view of him if he were closer to it; it couldn't see his facial expression…and that would be the icing to the cake for all murderers. The frightened expression. There was a hidden camera in the room.

Luxord stared down and checked himself. He had all his clothing on; and nothing seemed to be out of place. Keys and wallet were gone-but that was to be expected. His coat was gone too; but it was a heavy article of clothing…it could be seen as protection to one with the right mind. So it was also to be expected that they remove it. But was anything added to him?

Where was the camera?

"Ten minutes…"

"Where…," Luxord muttered. What would be the point of him finding it? How would knowing its location help his chances of survival?

Luxord glanced over to the wall where the marking lay. He had seen it before; in the books. The black pyramid with the red eye; the representation of the cult; their own little sign-and to think it was made by a fan... You could look from the side; and it would appear that the eye was still watching you. It was an illusion. The eye would follow you where ever you went, and you would think "how creepy"; it was a perfect picture. Simple; but absolutely frightening. But cameras, unless you are willing to go all the way out with your credit card; not all of them can move along and stare at whatever moves. This camera…it was probably fixed into place…and it was probably looking off to the side; just a little. Why; because the door was to the side, and anyone trying to escape would want to hang by the door; even if they had accepted death…they would normally hang towards the exit. The only chance they had…

Luxord walked over to the black pyramid. It had been covered with papers; but the bottom sides were not taped to the wall. They could flutter; and it would be easier for someone to rip the pages away. They would all rip the pages away…and then they would be able to watch the victim even better. Smart, but Luxord had found them out. How many had found out where the camera was? How many had figured out the way of this sick game?

How many…would be willing to break it?

Luxord let his hand glide along the smooth wall, making it seem like nothing more. He would not want them to gain too much suspicion. If they knew enough about him; then they would have to be careful-and they would have to be careful now. Luxord's hand stopped at the pupil; they really did leave a camera there. How stupid. He felt the small little bulb sticking out of the black pupil.

Found you…

"…"

Without much thought to it, Luxord began t press his finger against the bulb. He could feel it move in, just a little, but it soon was stuck in place; against what, Luxord had no idea. He didn't care. He was going to break it.

"…What are you doing?"

Luxord pressed a bit more. It really was a small, fragile thing; he could already hear something snap within the wall. This room, it was a huge piece of technology-and he would break a valuable part of it. If you lose a letter on your keyboard…you'll have to replace it. He couldn't help but wonder what would happen once he broke this. He removed his finger and used his thumb; trying to administer as much pressure as possible. Another small snap.

"…I'm going to have to ask you to please stop that-"

Luxord kept on pressing, actually smirking to himself when he heard the cocky voice ask him in such an upset, polite manner; to please stop his actions. He probably should…they would only get more upset. He shouldn't be fucking around, which he was, and he really shouldn't be fucking around in such a serious matter. He would piss off the leader of this district, and he would have all hell to pay for it. Would breaking the camera be worth it?

"Stop that-stop that RIGHT NOW!"

Luxord rolled his eyes. Children…yes; they all had this theory that yelling would solve the problem. This young man…probably in his early twenties…at most, he was still yelling and using threats to get his way.

"YOU MOTHER-FUCKING COCKSUCKER; you better stop right now or I'll-"

There came a small pop, and after that there was a small moment of silence. Luxord pulled his hand away and checked the eye. The bulb was gone; he had pushed it in too deep-it fell and was long gone now.

"Well then," he muttered; a bit surprised by his own actions. "That was…not my smartest of moments."

Silence…

Luxord stared into the hole. Nothing; he could see absolutely nothing of the sorts. He looked up to the voice box; waiting for the insults and swears. There were none.

More silence.

"Was the intercom disabled in the process," he asked himself. "Or is he now incapable of properly hearing me-perhaps the eye itself has more working in it than what I have assumed; he did say I could ask questions…"

Deadly silence.

Luxord was now regretting his decision. That was not smart…when you have a villain who couldn't keep his mouth shut, and he was not saying a goddamn thing; that was pretty bad.

Pyramid…

Pyramid…they are going to kill you.

Luxord frowned; this…didn't change a thing. He was still going to suffer extreme consequences.

….three minutes? Five minutes…how much time did he have left on him? The voice was giving him a countdown…he had no idea what it was for; and now…

He needed to get out; and he just screwed himself over. He hadn't thought the plan all the way through, and he had just pissed of a member of a murderous cult. There was no voice speaking to him any more. And he had not idea what was to become of him now.

Luxord wasn't sure why, but somehow he came to accept this. In the couple of seconds it took for him to realize he had just wronged…he accepted death. He had accepted it, and in the form of a memory. He remembered Larxene; his friend who had helped him up the ladder, who had taken him out and had helped him through those difficult times; his friend who had tried to brighten up the mood last night. She…was never going to see him again. She might come across him…if they left any remains. He wasn't too sure; they had been gone for thirty years…and they hadn't left a body for anyone to find. No body…no pale and purple body…a body with a gruesome hieroglyphic chiseled on to the back. No body with missing organs….

He'd just…disappear.

She would look for him though. She'd call him over and over…and she'd drop by his place and notice something was wrong. Would she go looking for him? Would she tell Xemnas to help her out-to get the whole squad and search for him? What would Xemnas say to that? He had avoided him the day he came looking for him, would Xemnas feel…regret? Would the older man feel upset for not saying something, would he blame himself for his disappearance? Luxord wouldn't like that…god; Xemnas couldn't feel guilty for his death. He couldn't stand the idea. Luxord blushed just a little…he would die with so many secrets.

Luxord glanced over to the door.

He could hear something.

Footsteps…

Luxord stared in agony and fear, his mind racing from thought to thought; from idea to fearful statement. Someone was making there way closer to this room. Luxord backed into the wall; unsure on what to do. He had nothing to protect himself with; no gun…no weapon.

Luxord let the air he was holding in go as the sounds were now loud and echoing; there must be a long hallway…they were taking their time with him. Playing with him…and he was letting them now. He was going to die…he was going to die.

Not me; not me; anybody else but not me.

They're going to rip you to shreds. They are going to laugh at you as you scream in agony and beg for it to be over. They will not fasten your death…

Please not me…

Skin you alive and pour chemicals all over your body. Inject you with poisons that will burn your insides. They will keep you at the brink of death…but they will not kill you…not even then.

Don't stop at this door.

Stab you nice and deep, but still shallow enough to keep you alive. They'll remove body parts; they'll damage you slowly so that you will last longer. They like to play with their toys.

I'll do anything…I want to live.

Luxord stared at the very bottom of the door; where he could see the small crack of darkness from the outside world. He saw the black turn into light, a much brighter light than the one in this room. He could see a shadow; the unknown who was now on the other side of the door. They were standing there…making themselves known to him.

Just open the door…

Don't open the door…

Luxord felt himself on the verge of breaking down. He wanted to beg and scream for mercy; he wanted to cry and beg and beg and do whatever he had to do in order to live.

If this was Pyramid…

They would not let him go. Nobody lives…there were no survivors that escaped…only those who were rescued. You will die. Do not kid yourself. You're not special from anyone else. You're just a human; you are their prey…

Chosen at random. Doesn't matter who you are; Pyramid chooses at random. Sex and race, religion or looks, morals or beliefs…it does not matter. They picked you because you were there at the wrong place and the wrong time.

The door opened.

Luxord eyes fixated on the figure that pushed the heavy obstacle aside. He squinted his eyes, surprised on just how much brighter the hallway was than this room. But he kept on gazing at the figure; his eyes glued to the glowing yellow that seemed to hover high above him. He could make out a few other things; the black coat that covered him, the cut on his check, the long gun that was held in his hands-

The man smiled at Luxord; a cruel satanical smile.

He pulled out a long rifle and aimed it at Luxord. It was close; way too close-it would easily leave a sloppy mess all over the walls.

Please don't shoot.

Luxord stared, frightened; at the older man, his body shivering in absolute fear and desperation.

"…"

Luxord just kept staring at the yellow, because if he had stared at the weapon, the smile, or anything else…he would have surely lost it. He knew he looked afraid, but Luxord refused to let himself show the obvious forms of it. No more tears…not whimpering…don't let him see you.

"Wow," the man said with a very excited tone in his voice. He was truly happy to see Luxord. "You really are a prick-aren't you?" The barrel moved up closer to Luxord, just barely touching the other's forehead.

Luxord kept his eyes glued to the yellow. Don't look at anything else.

"You think keeping calm is going to save you," the man asked curiously. He chuckled grimly at Luxord's obvious anxiety. "Guess Axel was right about you…."

"…." Luxord opened his mouth just a little, but didn't utter a thing. He was too scared to. Whatever he said…it could end up with that trigger being pulled.

"Hmm," The man asked. He used his rifle to lift Luxord's face by the chin. "You have something to say?" He let the gun down a bit and smirked. "Go on…say it…"

Luxord pressed himself against the wall even more.

Don't talk…

"Not going to talk," the man asked, a bit disappointed in Luxord's decision. He shook his head and sighed, his ponytail swaying just a little as he did. "That's…not very good."

"…"

"You see; in the wonderful world of first impressions…I was hoping; as I opened the door and got a good look at you adorable little outfit; that you would be one to listen to the simplest of instructions," the mans said as he began to take a step closer to Luxord. He used his free and pulled a sharp blade from his coat. "But…boy; was I wrong…and you know what?"

He let go of the rifle and grabbed hold of Luxord, pulling him closer. Luxord's eyes widened in horror as he was pulled closer to the angered murderer.

"I…really…hate…being…wrong," the man said. He lifted up his smaller weapon and without another word, swung his hand down.


Yeah...that's love in the making. So...I had to cut a small portion of the story out, but only because it would make absolutly no sense to you. Rising may be the prequel...but it has a lot of references to the other parts of the story...and I would really hate to leave you wondering. So...so far we have five characters (six if you were clever to spot the foreshadowing) up and going, counting those from chapter one. If you want to know the names and blah...tell me who; I'll go off and give you the boring bio of every one of them. Also; if you have any questions...ask me.