The Uprising

Ta-da! The twelfth chapter of "The Uprising"! If you can recall, we left off here: The lingering spirit of Maleficent had forced the Repliku to take her hand, allowing her to use magic and rewrite his genetic code, making him a new person, in exchange for resurrection. It would have worked, although DiZ came to his rescue and stopped the witch! Anyway, here it is! Enjoy!

Sorry it's so late!

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Repliku awoke to the whirring of machines. Much to his displeasure, he was bound to a metal table, the leather straps tight enough to restrict most movements. He appeared to be in some sort of laboratory, intricate contraptions lining the shelves. Luckily, no one else occupied the room, for the Riku Replica's clothing had apparently not been replaced during the rescue. Soon, he began shivering, as there was nothing between his exposed skin and the cold surface of the metal he lay upon.

After what seemed like an eternity, the same cloaked man entered the cramped chamber. He politely draped a fluffy red towel over Repliku's modesty, relieving the boy of his embarrassment. "I'm glad you've finally come to. I was beginning to worry about you." The man was obviously a bass, his deep voice reverberating throughout the room. Licking his dry lips, the replica responded. "What exactly happened? Why did you save me?" The red-clad man paced around the table, making his guest feel extremely uncomfortable. "When you took Maleficent's hand, she turned you into a conduit, a portal of sorts to bring her back to the world of the living. At the same time, she began rewriting your genetic structure. This sent out immense waves of power, drawing me to the locale. When I had arrived, the witch had succeeded in changing your appearance, but your personality seems mostly untouched. You should consider yourself lucky."

"I would feel a bit luckier if I had some pants…"

Ignoring the Repliku's comment, the man continued. "You have not been completely spared, however. A part of Maleficent now resides within you. A portion of her power courses through your veins. With some conditioning, you should be able to control it, though. I suppose introductions are in order. My name is DiZ, and you shall be staying with me for a while. The Riku Replica remained silent for a long time, contemplating these new developments. "If some of her lives in me . . ." He began, his words slow. "Then I should be able to do this!" The leather straps turned an alarming shade of green and melted off of him. In one quick leap, the Repliku was on his feet once more. After securely tying the towel around his waist, he marched down the hallway, intent on locating a mirror. DiZ followed close behind, but did not try and stop him.

When the replica finally found one, he stood before it, completely still while he examined his new body. He looked quite a bit less like Riku now. His cheekbones were higher and were accented by his now spiked platinum white hair, each tip ending in acid green coloration. Repliku's build was a lot more muscular, and his height had increased as well. Not all of the changes were for the better, though, as his right hand was now deeply scarred from Maleficent's deadly touch. His new identity was imminent now that a fresh appearance had been formed. "I feel fantastic," He proclaimed, flexing his muscles. "Like I'm ready to take on all the worlds!"

"Perhaps we should find you a fresh set of clothes first, Repliku." DiZ replied with a smirk.

"No," His prodigy said, a gleam forming in his now green eyes. "I'm going to sever all ties to Riku. I don't want to be reminded of my copied existence every time my 'name' is mentioned. From now on, I shall be known as Delta. Now then," Delta turned to his new master, smiling with gratitude. "How about those pants?"


Nearby to the basement of the Old Mansion, where Delta had been granted an identity of his own, was the clock tower, its resident enjoying three sticks of sea-salt ice cream. Axel looked over at his two companions, Roxas and the hooded doll he called Xion. She seemed nice enough, but he couldn't stand being replaced. Just when Axel thought he would have something to live for again, she had come along and pulled the rug out from under him. "Oh no!" Roxas's outburst temporarily banished Axel's nostalgia. "I left the winner stick at the Castle!" He frowned while searching his pockets for any chance of it being there, but it was nowhere to be found. "Hey, don't worry about it." Axel reassured him, patting him on the back. "Maybe when things cool down a bit, we can go get it."

Larxene couldn't believe what she was hearing. For the past few minutes, she had remained hidden around the corner, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. How could they waste their precious time chatting when their lives are at stake? This is far too easy. But there appeared to be nothing protecting them from the cold vindictive blades of Larxene's knives. The fourteenth member stood, her hood drawn as it always is, trying to get a better look at a flock of birds flying about. With a devilish sneer, the Savage Nymph sent one of her eight weapons at her, electrifying it in the process. As it sunk into her upper back the girl lost her footing and cried out in pain.

Xion's groping fingers met only empty air and she closed her eyes in fear, however before she could begin her deadly drop, Axel had caught her in his muscular arms, pulling the yellow knife out of her back and setting her down safely in one fluid motion. He examined it quickly and shouted in anger. "Larxene!" A giggle emanated from the shadows and out stepped the Savage Nymph, her body flickering wickedly with the shocking power that coursed through her veins. "Marluxia and I always knew you were unpredictable, but I never expected to see this side of you." She spoke, flirtatiously. "Not quite as attractive as your usual sarcasm, but it's still cute. Unfortunately for you, we don't need you alive." She snapped her fingers and the knife in Axel's hand electrified, its power more intense than usual. The Flurry of Dancing Flames, caught off guard, slipped from the edge and began his descent into oblivion. His friends' cries echoed down to him as they charged the assailant. Larxene merely chuckled and sent them crashing into the wall, her electricity stemming off of the clock tower, sending her carnage throughout the city.

She looked down at the falling Axel and waved her hand. "Shame to damage that perfect figure. What Marles doesn't know, won't hurt him." A Corridor of Darkness enveloped the eighth member and he was whisked away. Larxene turned to the unconscious Keybearers at her feet.

"Now. . . I have a delivery to make!"

Larxene then summoned a whirlwind of dark energy and teleported the three of them to the Traitors' headquarters. Her cyclone released an abundance of electrical energy; enough to start the emergency sirens of Twilight Town. It eventually subsided, but Larxene was long gone. Residents fled from their homes, escaping the cyclone, but three teenagers, Hayner, Pence, and Olette, stood at the Station Plaza, looking up in awe and horror.

The Clock Tower has been destroyed.

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Again, I apologize for this taking so long to publish. I've been so very busy… I hope you enjoyed it! Unless my plans change, the next chapter shall depict Luxord's interrogation! Stay tuned!