Well, this is my version of the nobodification, judge it as you will. I modeled their responses on normal humans: Panicy and such. They weren't heros, they wern't supermen, they just died under an onslaught of shadows.

So enjoy, and BEGIN!

Dyme had changed. So had the others.

Originally, Dyme Vagge was a young artist born into a wealthy family-clan with his older brother, Dolur. Their unfortunate names came from the tradition of their Grandfather naming them, who happened to be a schoolmate for someone (Or something) named Scrooge McDuck.

Dyme had already been known to Clan Sfondi as something of a Maverick, wearing his golden-chocolate hair long in a ponytail that ended in a Jade stud. His brother was more of a conformist, with a slick business suit and his trademark earring of the Jack of Hearts he cut a swathe into the society; strutting with arrogant pride into the open door of the Hearts of Women.

Dolur, unfortunately, was also making his living through the gambling community. His outcast status when the family found out was too much for Dyme to handle, so the two went renegade through the old transit system in Keva'dan, hoping to reach the port metropolis of Sugen and secure a boat to the outsider colonies…. Or even catch a plane to the capital, Vivavio. They'd met a man who was on the run for a crime he didn't commit. His cousin Reno had smuggled him through a fire-door, hoping that he could distract the guards surrounding his room long enough to make his escape.

Alex, he called himself, and he agreed to abide by them and journey to the colonies.

And then the Heartless came.

The boat was overwhelmed and capsized in the hour, no survivors or wreckage were ever recovered.

They all claimed that they didn't have strong memories of the time, past the screaming and the blood slicking the deck. Dyme had been in his room, sketching out his 'Dream Sitar, baby!' and Dulor was asleep on the bunk with a reassuringly large lump in his crotchy regions.

The money bag was kept in his pocket, please don't make this sound any dodgier.

The next thing, they were on the deck heading towards the cries of the dying and wounded. As they watched, a child; too young to determine its sex, was skewered through by a black shadow with antennae… and it grinned. As it slid its claws further through the child, it seemed to have a simple smile, a line in the face, as the child shuddered, whimpered "Ma-?" and was still.

Moments later, a Valentine heart emerged from the corpse and floated into the air before a dark mist coated it. The youngster had been consumed by the mist itself, and disappeared.

"Oh hell…! Oh fucking hell!" Dyme cried and turned to retch over the railing. Dulor backed away slowly from the abomination, gripping his brother's back and trying to pull him away.

"Dyme, come on! It's looking at us, dipshit! We gotta move!!" he whimpered as he dragged him from the railing.

Another Heartless, drawn by the terror of the siblings, writhed from the ground in a black flurry and wrapped its limbs around Dulor's throat, constricting ever tighter as he thrashed around, urging Dyme to run.

"Oi! Get your fucking hands off my brother!" Dyme yelled, barrelling into Dulor and the Heartless in his rage, pushing them both through the railing and into a calm, warm ocean

Dyme could remember a boiling, twisting melee in the water, a sense of…

Heaviness: like there was something light, something pure that was leaving him…

Pain: a shift, a separation that was unnatural in every sense of the word, and of…

Distance: Like he was moving somewhere very fast, while not budging an inch…

Peace.

Dolur, unfortunately, saw his brother get impaled through the back of the head; bone, blood, gray strands of brain mixed into the deep and filled his vision.

The Heartless then resumed its deadly assault and by the time Dulore had sucumbed to the effects of breathing water, he had lost most of the flesh over his chest and an arm. His heart pumped fitfully through his gaping ribs, pulsing blood through the wounds once, twice, and was still.

Alex had been backed into the engine room during the commotion, pulling open a red-hot hatch to blast steam into the face of a shadowy angel as his fingers smoked and melted.

The steam had no effect on the creature, Alex was skewered instantly.

For the longest time, they slept. It felt like sleep...

... "Nnnn.. Dulor?"

They awoke.

That was their first memory as Nobodies. The dull throb in their chests, the feeling of cotton wool clogging the trains of thought… The voices...

"Hey, Xaldin! Check these guys out!"

Right! The Organization (In my head) can detect the emergence of new Humanoid nobodies, how else would they have found Roxas? Now, leave reviews if you find something to point out, or just want to leave an opinion. And hooray! Spring is almost here! I can feel the air warming up, N.Z SUCKS IN WINTER! Freezes your gonads to your boxers, it will!