Immediately Roxas was already running, his chest tight with freezing fear; in his tight chest, his heart was pumping as if it didn't fit. Behind him, someone was in hot pursuit, a butcher knife in their hands. The person was fierce, merciless, feared, and his knife was damn sure at the ready.
Roxas quickly reminded himself to make his thoughts a little more specific just before going to sleep.
He fled down the hallways of the shopping mall he was trapped in, avoiding the swings at his back by running faster. Roxas, sweating, veered sharply into an open store; the Key Of Destiny noted that all the stores were open in this mall. Nevertheless, he didn't pay too much thought as he hid himself in a circular clothes rack, placing himself crouched down in the middle. Roxas managed to control his breathing, but the cold sweat continued to trail down the back of his neck, making the hairs stand on end in spikes.
He heard the footsteps walking now: quiet, but the sound resonated loudly in Roxas' mind, matching the thundering noise of his heart beating. The young boy twitched however, when the clothes parted; Roxas bolted immediately, managing to trip his assailant. As he ran, he heard the person stumbling back up and chasing after him once more. Roxas gulped and panted with the effort of staying ahead.
Roxas veered a corner and dove into a womens' undergarment store, taking shelter in a pile of bras in a basket that were on sale. Briefly, Roxas nosed a bit through the various undergarments, finding an article of underwear among them. The boy froze though, when he heard stomping coming his way. Roxas wanted to tremble when the man tore through the basket right next to the young boy; he heard the guy grunt in frustration when he found nothing. Roxas thought of burrowing deeper into the basket of bras, but he figured that the man would see the shuffling.
Still vexed, the knife-wielding killer kicked the basket Roxas was still hiding in; the rough attack sent the basket rollling away from the man. When the basket hit the wall, Roxas, well... tumbled out.
With a bright pink bra laced around his head, Roxas raced out of that store, the man still on his heels.
The Key Of Destiny tried yet another store; he made a sharp turn into a toy store, taking cover behind a large teddy bear. Roxas heard the man running in after him; heart pounding, Roxas took a cautious step back.
A loud squeak was heard as Roxas stepped on the toy's head. "Well crap!" he said loudly in exasperation, forgetting his intense fear for the moment. He remembered the icy feeling however, when a knife was flung into the wall, two inched from his face. Eyes wide and face pale, Roxas sprinted to the back of the store.
Quickly climbing a tall shelf of toys, Roxas surveyed the man running over to him, knife back in hand. Roxas gulped breathlessly, the action hurting his dry throat. The place was dark, and the person wouldn't have seen him at all; in fact, he would have left the store entirely.
That is, if he hadn't seen the bright pink bra still on Roxas' head. That stookout like a sore thumb.
The man roared and shoved the shelf, rocking it, as well as Roxas. Roxas grunted loudly in surprise, and tried jumping to the next shelf. He did, but when he was in mid-air, the man successfully pushed over the shelf, creating a domino effect; it toppled the shelf next to it, and that one hit the next, and so on so forth.
Roxas ended up leaping at nothing and plummeted down onto soft babies who giggled and said they loved him. Roxas ripped the cursed bra off his head and zipped to the store entrance.
She slid through the threshold with as little space between it and the door as possible; no big feat, given her slender form. Larxene walked silently over to the boy in the bed and seated herself on the edge of his bed. She told herself that she was acting out of habit; that she was merely watching Roxas while he dreamt with the red fluid. Which was the case, of course.
Larxene looked out his window and stared steadily into the desolate, empty night. Her knuckles turned white as she balled her hands into fists at her sides; her mind had wandered back to what had happened earlier... with Axel. That fox had played her... She had relented to let him touch her... He had whispered things in her ear... She had let him kiss her in places... He had wanted to bed her... and she would have let him... But Roxas had come in and told her what Axel's masked intentions were...
Furious with herself and Axel, the Savage Nymph hurled the side of her fist at the window, shattering it. Her blue eyes were flaming coals of black rage, her lips curled in a frightening snarl, her teeth resembling fangs.
Roxas heard a noise breaking through the vicinity; it sounded like breaking glass...
He had been pinned, falling after the man flung his knife into the boy's back. The man was sitting on top of his back, prepared to cut into the boy, when the noise was heard. The both looked, and a window had been broken from the outside. Roxas gave a start when the man was blown back and off of the boy by a gunshot.
Roxas smiled, jubilantly relieved, somehow knowing that these were his rescuers.
Roxas opened his eyes sleepily, feeling a cold draft in his room; blinking away the sleep, he couldn't recall opening his window before going to sleep...
Then he saw the slim figure standing amidst the shards and staring out into the world. Roxas cried out her name in astonishment, rising to reach her. But, by the light of Kingdom Hearts, he saw the smoldering... wrathin her eyes. "Larxene...?" he choked bravely. "What happened...?"
She whipped to face him, and Roxas was almost blown back from the sheer rage in her eyes. "This is about Axel, isn't it...?" he prodded, thinking that this was probably the last thing that he'll ever say, should Larxene decide to tear him apart. He reached out, but she swatted his hand away like a bothersome fly.
"That bastard," she growled tightly, stalking in his room like a caged panther, ready to strike. "Who does he think he is? Using me like that? To distract me from nothing?" She flung her knives at the wall, and they nearly struck Roxas' face; he scampered well away from that space.
"I'll talk to him about it," Roxas offered weakly. "I know he hurt you, but--"
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that last part," Larxene spat, flashing her knives again, slashing at shadows. "But no, you will do no such thing, Roxas. Iwill see to him." Larxene grinned maniacally as her eyes glowed and danced with cold blazes. "I'll give him a living nightmare."
And she stalked quietly out of the room, her muscles taut with bottled wrath that raged inside her being, and Roxas could only guess what her revenge would be...