A Heartless Nobody.

Kingdom Hearts + Worm X-Over

"Talking" Everyone talking

Thinking

"Talking" Heartless/Nobody talking

Thinking Heartless/Nobody thinking

Disclaimer: So did I have to delete my whole laptop because the stupid MacAfee cock-blocked me? If so, I don't own KH or Worm.

Once I stepped through I realized that what I had at first thought as pure darkness, was by a simple mistake more of a dark purple. A dark purple that could actually be confused for black at first sight, but the longer I gazed the more I could differ between it and what was apparently the true darkness as a color and as a force. It was everywhere, whatever everywhere was because I had for the life of me, I had no idea where I was.

There were no clouds, just an empty black sky that seemed to stretch forever and like a pool so deep you couldn't see the bottom just so it was, that nothing below the 'surface' of the sky was visible. Not even stars. Whatever passed for clouds here was obviously not in sight, instead all I saw were these thick purple currents of some sort of wispy, thin, and murky… substance. It was in the sky, in the air, on the ground and just all around me, but just different kinds of diluted and somehow all of it was visible to my naked eyes. The ground, in contrast, was actually rich-looking for whatever must have passed as water or nutrients here, yet the few trees I saw at a distance away looked strangely wilted. Almost to the point of starting to die and yet not quite there. Very eerie.

In my case, if I believed the few ideas my brain was sprouting, then this was sort of my in-between. The clause in the use of my teleporting that said I couldn't actually jump just from one space to the other. I had to step into here, and then create another portal to the outside world. Thing is, this place is really interesting, and I was beginning to think it might just be either a predetermined space or a whole dimension. Personally? I really want the latter. Ugh. It was frustrating not knowing anything more.

No. that was wrong. I sort of knew. Like a thought that's at the back of your head and you know you are thinking something about it but just can't get it forth. Whatever this actually was, I was beginning to form my own ideas.

Powers were mostly never straightforward. Some took time for the capes to fully come to them because they were so diverse and defying natural laws that the capes had to actually stop believing in what others thought was the norm, because to them, it wasn't.

For the moment, I concentrated on my past -even if they are two- experiences on opening the portals and willed my portal to take to the back alley I originally wanted. It wasn't as hard as the first time closing the one at home, even, if I think about, not knowing how it came to first, and with dad I was somewhat distracted in my thoughts to even understand if I had done it right. This, now that I think about it, was probably how I got here.

Easier than I thought, it came to and the portal appeared just as the first times and I already knew it landed where I willed it. Looking back, I gave one last look at this place, trying to memorize it to perfection for the next time, and step through.

Immediately the smell assaulted me, rotten garbage and dead animals were apparently the norm in this alley. It all seemed infected with bugs and rats, not a proper or the best place to appear in, but it was enough. A quick peek at the entrance showed that everyone must have somehow either been alerted, or heard or saw what was happening and got the hell out of here.

I shrugged to myself, as I planned what to do next. It was good, actually great, that no one was going to be near me and see what I was about to do next. At any other time, I would have flipped out, or even possibly puked for minutes for what I was about to do. Luckily that was but a minor inconvenience, what with my third power. Besides seeing whatever deep, dark thought people had about, well, everything, I had my emotions shut down. At first, I thought it would actually be permanent, but when my last power came to just now, I understood what it was actually for. I think of last night and this morning as more of a beta, a pre-taste of what I was to go through, which was close enough to the truth. My Thinker power for the emotions was for both sides, with the messed up things I saw in people it helped me keep my cool, no matter what I found, and for the other…

I crouched down near a dumpster, the smell so strong it made me gag, but I kept a lid on it, and focused. The bugs, the rodents, the animals and whatever the hell was under and inside of it where more or less within my range, but just not there yet. Muting my Disgust, I thrust my hand under it and came into quick contact with one of them.

One was all I needed, apparently, as they all quickly connected and I felt more than saw as each of those little, itty, bitty hearts fall under my control and transform. They weren't much, just simple beings that together would be just enough to create. As such, I wasn't all that surprised of what came forth.

Bats.

Or its closest affiliation. They had tear-dropped shape bodies with those black bat wings that made me think of them, yet instead of just ending they fell down and curved off once again into sharp heel-like legs that they use to perch themselves on a wall shelf, and sort-of crawl. Bright yellow beady eyes and some kind of blue veins around them with these diamond shaped mouths whose sides stretch all the way back to the wings were what I noticed the most as they took positions everywhere they could land and turn their heads to me. They were small, no more than a feet and a half, but nonetheless, I smiled.

Because, it worked, because whatever doubt I had about what I had was gone, and because I felt something indescribable when he and his fellows came to be, I smiled. Smiled even wider when I saw the few in the air that couldn't find anywhere to land fly around and clash and crash against each other while distracted. I laughed a bit until they were all finally just dangling all on perches under their fellows. All around me just waiting for me. Looking for my guidance.

I knew what I had done, understood what had actually been done with those creatures and felt as a thousand unwanted thoughts raced across my head on what could happen if it was just a bigger Heart.

Immediately, I ruthlessly crushed those thoughts. There was no time and no reason to think about those kinds of things and I didn't want any needless reason to mute my emotions any further on the subject. Regardless to say, it was gruesome path to take.

I felt as if I had to say something, to commemorate their creation, but nothing came to mind. It felt oddly disappointing, so instead I thank them just for answering my calling, however dumb it sounded, and for willing to follow me, to head out on my orders, my will, and my wish. As I had done with the portal, as I did with my emotions, I willed a few to clutch my clothes and lift me up. The rest to follow. I didn't use the portal, because I wasn't exactly sure what would happen once they were out of my sight, or if I could even have them go through it, so for now I'd play it safe.

Their heel-like claws were oddly dexterous and strong gripped. Just but five took me up and over the ledge to the building closes to my dad's and letting me down gently on the otherwise rough roof pavement. I had them all land on the roof, no need to ruin my element of surprise, crouched and looked over.

The sight I saw made me grimace. Dockworkers, grunts or otherwise, span across the lot, all either cowering in subservience or unconscious. The unpowered Merchants were patrolling irregularly with bats, pipes and really crummy weapons, some -and this were the truly dangerous ones- had some type of machine guns that as they passed most of victims would sometimes hit a few, mocking and jeering at those that were a ways away from the rest. I saw some women being taken behind a few containers, minutes later they reappeared, with glazed eyes, a half content smiles and the all too obvious syringe marks. Drugged and defenseless they were taken to the back of what I believe is the ugliest truck I had ever seen.

Raising over fifteen feet tall met my sight, with thick rusted metal plating with jagged edges covering most of the body. Mounted machine guns all over the rest and some type of hatches on the top side with whatever surprises it had inside. I realized, belatedly, that this was a modified cargo truck, what with its container actually more glued and shut tight than welded to the truck itself. The tires were big and burly pairs of five, that spanned on both sides from front to end with thick sharp drill spears sprouting from the rims as if it was a chariot. A double reinforced glass for the driver seat and below I could actually see the engine from all the way up here since it was actually without a top, just contained by rising walls that had air vents so that it didn't overheat -if I guessed correctly.

If that wasn't a sign of how fucked up Squealer must have been while making that, then I don't know. From what little I gathered over the years about Tinkers was that their items, their ideas, their projects were so advanced that things like overheating and over-processing didn't exist in their language. To see her creations need such things…

I shook my head in disbelief, even so, it was no matter to me how awful she must be with her powers, if anything it helped me and added to my few advantages.

I had an excellent overview from here and I didn't plan to waste it, standing a bit away from the ledge I gathered myself and focused. It was a slow advancement, something I don't think I was really noticing or if it was it was part of my imagination, but it was slightly easier this time to will the bats. Maybe it was because this time I had a previous experience, yet I forced the thoughts to a corner, entertaining only what I wanted, what I willed my bats to do.

With no sign of Squealer or Skidmark I took the advantage and got ready.

They rose to the air, no cries, not even their wings sounded off. My orders were clear, attack, distract, make them retreat. Anything to make them go away. I think that had I been on the other side of my colony, I'd had been scared shitless. The Merchants, as drugged out of their minds they were, were having a slightly scarier experience.

In a scant seconds, their terrified screams filled the air as the colony dived. The ones with pipes and the like, were swinging wildly, mostly missing. My creatures -constructs, whatever- took carefully fixed chances, with two or three grasping their shirts by the backs and lifting them high to the air. I didn't want any of them to actually die, so I made them scare the druggies and then to let go less than ten feet in the air. Some fell on badly or weirdly ways, effectively making whatever chance they might have had of escaping with their crews abolished.

The ones with machine guns were an entirely different matter. With the wide sprayed shots of their guns many took grazing or even troubling wounds, because while it seemed that the bullets weren't actually enough to kill them, they had enough penetration power to weaken them. By now, I was growing nervous, my mind was going a miles away trying to grasp back control of the fight. By accident I had my powers deadened my emotions, calming me completely and giving me back that oh so precious breathing space to plan out.

With it I gained knowledge that I wasn't certain where it exactly it came from, whether from my powers, or… my creatures. The thought had some complications that once again I couldn't think about at the moment and was promptly shuffled away with the other ones. I grimaced, it seemed that many questions where already gathered in my mind and I hadn't had my full powers for more than an hour.

The bats, danced and weaved through the small openings they had, all the while a few took positions. Lasers. Freaking lasers. They had goddamn freaking lasers. I laughed out loud about the absurdity of it all while -with what I can realize is tactical planning on their part- the bats take pot shots stunning and lowering their numbers.

It's by no means going great, but I cans see that the bats are starting to overcome the thugs. With so many injured or fleeing, it's only a matter of-

"What the fuck is going out there?!" The back of the truck slammed opened. I couldn't see the insides from here, so I had to wait for the voice to come out. Low and behold, out came Skidmark. the Merchant took one look, one look . I could see he's eyes going wide and for a second I think he broke. Or maybe that was just he'd adrenaline-addled mind. Either way the idiot turn back to the insides and yelled out. " Get the fuck back in there bitch and start this shit up!"

There was some yelling from inside that I didn't understand and she shouted back. " Don't make me come in there. We have enough of them, get this motherfucking truck started!" Whatever the response was I didn't hear it because I turned back to my colony watching how they were doing while I was distracted. Amazingly once the workers realized I wasn't planning on hurting them some got brave enough to attack the distracted Merchants. I gotta feel a little bad for the junkies, the Dockworkers were men that had jobs were they just lifted, heaved, and did so much exercise only possibly two out ten were only muscle toned, while the others were heavy set men.

Like linebackers the workers tackled those dopeheads so hard some actually lost consciousness when they hit the floor. I don't know if they were killed or what, but I found out that I wasn't particularly feeling like caring at the moment. Emotions muted and all that.

A rude, horrible engine started and I realized that Skidmark was making his escape. Cursing for my inattentiveness I rushed to the edge, already a pair of bats coming to my side. I really needed to name them differently, just calling them bats seemed underwhelming. Whatever, I'll do it later. With two not being enough to successfully fly over to the next building, I more or less jumped as hard as I could, the bats using that energy to give a push and glide me to the next roof. Obviously, I landed hard. Rolling sideways, I took a few seconds to check I wasn't hurt before sighting over the edge.

The few Merchants able-bodied carried their friends to the truck, some were even left behind without remorse, and when the truck tooted those that were rescuing their friends just dropped them and ran after it! Unbelievable. Shit, if it left right now I had no way of rescuing the women. If the PRT had already being here -and where the hell were they?- I would have just left it to them and gone back to dad. I had what I wanted, the mook were leaving.

But now, now I had to decide. Would I, could I, leave it to the authorities? They weren't here, heck I couldn't even hear them; if it was like this, by the time they arrived Skidmark would be long gone with his new hostages. The heroes and PRT would probably give chase but with such a huge lead I don't think they'll catch them, even more so when Squealer's machines were out here.

It wasn't my fight anymore when they left, heck barely hours ago I was still trying to decide what I should do with my powers, how could I help out or even possible become a hero. Then this happened. And I admit that I just jumped in, without a care of dad's feelings or if I was even remotely prepared for them, but it was like a nudge, something that told me to do it, to fight Skidmark and show him up, it was both exhilarating and disturbing and I held a nagging suspicion that this was how many capes started out. Not being able to control their powers, they started using them indiscriminately -or in the hero's cases in vigilantism , and looking for something to relieve their stress. Because that was something else I had had all morning, just being a bit jumpy, restless, with my Thinker power all the time on, as if it was checking for any type of hostiles. This wasn't what I wanted, not at all, but if someone else couldn't do it, or weren't available then…

Looking around, I searched for something, anything, that would make it easier for me to track- aha! Down there, between some cardboard boxes a dog was crouching, hiding, I imagine, from all the noise. It was cruel, unnecessary cruel, but if I had been better prepared then I might have not to do this. One of the bats, as if reading me, flew down and scooped the dog, its yelping and howling and whining reaching my ears as it rose.

Even now, I could feel how I should be negating this, crossing my hands in terror because it was something… something simply too horrible. It was a distraction, as well, one that I couldn't take, because those women, whether they knew or not, were counting on me. When this was finished I would let it all out, everything, from the disgusting insects that I can still on my hands, to holding a dog, one I imagine had been on the streets, possibly left by its master, or even just growing up since birth in this environment all his life, and now I was-

The dog whined once more, as if feeling something about me that terrified it, perhaps it felt what I was going to do, or it simply knew that now that a human had it in its hands its life was forfeit, whatever the case the whining died down, as I dived deep, deep down into what I wanted. I felt my powers reaching out and changing the dog to my specifications. No, not exactly. to something similar, yet at the same time all the more valuable.

Like shadows coalescing, the dog seemed to grow darker, it snout coming undone and its legs folding. Darker and darker it became until like the world between my portals a purple so dark it turned into black seamlessly. It, for there were no words for what it was any longer -not a dog, not a truly sentient being- jiggled and bounced for a second before stabilizing. A spherical shadowy globe, a Shadow Glob I found myself calling it. It seemed the perfect name for it.

Thoughts of my accomplishment for later, I turned to my bats, to which I still couldn't find a name for, and willed them back into formation. A few that I had in the sky came flying down, they were somehow the best ones at flying from what I could see, none of that minor awkward movement some had, and prepared them. Two to take the Glob and the others to protect them from incoming fire.

Like a squadron they rose in perfect synchronization. I watch as the two holding it, fell to the back and the others position themselves in such a way that they could protect them from harm and still be able to watch between all the bodies to the front. It was impeccable, really and none to foreboding, but I didn't hold it on, whatever it is that they are, they were still under m will, I still control them. If any moment it wasn't the case, then I would port them away, to that dimension or whatever I had and never open it again. I wasn't fully comfortable with this, to throw away my powers, but I wasn't going to endanger innocents for my sake.

It seemed that Squealer was actually smarter than what I gave her credit for. While the truck rode off the gates the machine guns, unmanned and unprepared by my knowledge, turned and twisted high. Like homing targets, they open fire in a perfect shot to my bats. Too bad for her they were smarter than what I gave them credit for. Immediately after they saw the turret move they changed course, gaining speed, and swirling uncontrollably. The turrets might be able to actually hurt or even kill my bats, but they were a tad too slow for them, whatever mechanism she used, it was either too slow or outdated.

Eventually, some valiant gang members -or too stupid to disobey orders- got up the roof and join the firefight. On my hand I kept my distance, jumping every few buildings with the help of a few bats and keeping a clear sight on it while trying to hide and position my portals so that they weren't seen when the distance between was too large for me to successfully pass unseen. I did this forgetting my thoughts on what would happen if I wasn't present to control the bats but when I appeared back it was with great relief that I saw them still in pursuit.

Any cars or pedestrians in the way had to swiftly move their asses, some were probably going to get hurt and I couldn't turn back and help but as I sent a few ahead of the truck it gave some -but not all- enough time to move their friends, families or those close enough out of the way. Whatever car in Squealer's way veered off and crashed into the sidewalk. The bastards weren't caring for even property damage or civilians. In most cases, villains rarely terrorized innocents or even hurt them too badly, at the most just taking a few hostages, because if they did the heroes would come down on them all the more harder.

The truck was gaining speed, with whatever Squealer was doing to it, and my colony still couldn't drop the Glob. the turrets might have been more spraying fire than actually targeting now but the junkies were actually laying in wait and somewhat predicting the colony's flight path. Not enough to cause damage or lasting injuries, but the bats had to be careful lest the Glob fall out of their grips.

We were already heading to a rising intersection heading out of the city and if they passed by it I wouldn't be able to hide until god knows when. Chancing it, I had the other choice but to cause a distraction. This time jumping several hundred meters ahead I took a handful of the bats and passed through a hastily created portal. When we did I felt as if the bats had something happen to them, I don't know what but I somehow felt it changed something. It didn't do anything immediately but I took no chances and hastily stepped through the other side.

Sighting in relief that the bats didn't seem different I had them prepare. The truck was still on track and unless they turned at the next street before mine my plan could work out. Watching, waiting, I crossed my fingers hoping they didn't. Meanwhile, the squadron was finally rounding in position waiting for my move. When the truck passed the street without turning I let out a small sigh before grinning.

It was Showtime.

My collected bats on hand flew up in the air and went to down the middle of the road. I believe that the driver must have already seen them so I didn't waste time for tactics, instead once it was close enough I used scare tactics.

The bats flew directly for the front glass, and as expected the driver panicked. They weren't hitting the truck but rather passing inches of its touch and scaring whomever was inside into swerving. The thugs up top turned to the front, maybe to shout at the front, but once they saw my impromptu colony bash they fell to the roof's floor heeding their friends experiences at the Dockworkers association and holding tightly to whatever they could.

Obviously, I wasn't about to take any of them off it. It be problematic if the fall kill them. But it did what I wanted. With both sides distracted and the turrets swarmed and unable to take precise shots, the squadron flew down at the truck. Directing themselves to the back doors and effectively hiding from the non-visible rear view mirrors, the two holding the Glob flew even lower to the truck's underside and planted the Glob. Once it firmly attached itself with its non-existent suctions cups they drew back and wit their fellow brethren and the ones I had taken took off in the opposite direction.

Success!

And just in time. With the intersections open space it seemed like the bats were giving up and the truck sped off, my powers keeping in contact or range with the Glob as its special ability left me and the bats a clear traceable signal. I knew where they were heading off to, they believed they lost me, and I got the perfect surprise element. They would probably lower their guard, celebrate and laugh about my incompetence, while I would gather more bats and possibly… yes those could work, I would forge a plan and find their base of operations. I'd strike when they were most defenseless and I'd get my dad's coworkers back.

Now, all I needed was to wait.

Author's Note:

Whoo, yes! Got it out. And none too soon. For those that didn't know, my laptop crashed and locked itself out with something to do with its Encryption Key (Stupid MacAfee showing up when no one downloads you and fucking things up).

Evidently, I had to remake the whole chapter and I feel that in some parts it might fall apart but all over I like it.

Thanks for waiting and I hope you liked it. If you see any errors or something you think is wrong don't hesitate to PM. I don't want future readers to feel it suck because I wasn't good at this or didn't learn from comments.

Thanks again, and don't forget to read my other maintained story: The Wizard Bearer, in whici Harry gets the Omnitrix instead on Ben and the Wizarding World learns of aliens (not really, Harry hides it.) I'll be updating that one next with its third chapter and his first fight against a Vilgax droid.

The Haunting will be after that one, but I plan to make that one a 3,000 word per chapter story or so, so it won't take long. If I hurry it up, the next update for this one should be by next weekend. Not this one, the next.

So Review what you like and let me know,

Your King,

KingOuma.