Chapter X2: Pyre
The flame-haired ex-Chaser sat on the top of the clock tower in Neverland, his helmet down. He sighed, his breath forming a small white cloud in the winter air. He'd lost his position in the Chasers to that stupid A.K, and now he had nowhere to go. He stood up, his feet balanced perfectly on the tip of the tower. Below him, the people went about their daily lives, busily shopping for the impending Christmas holiday.
"Wind of the storm, obey me!" He yelled. The wind picked up quickly, tossing his hair up into long spikes. He twirled his finger in circles and several massive tornados began to whip up around the city, lifting the people into the air and sending them flying. Pyre reached up and grabbed an errant car by the bumper and swung it into a vortex, watching it get torn to shreds with glee.
"Pyre." Another Chaser stated from behind the crazed man.
Pyre turned around, "Yes?" he asked.
"You're needed at the High Council." The other man replied.
"Tell those half-witted megalomaniacs that I want nothing to do with the Chasers. As of now… I'm utterly alone in everything." Pyre said, and flames were added to the already deadly windstorm.
"What if it meant getting your old title back? What if you could help us win the war this time?" the Chaser asked.
The wind and flames died down at once, "Really?" Pyre asked.
"Certainly. Just come with me, and you can go on with your life as though A.K never happened, hmm?"
"I… will…" Pyre said, walking up to the other Chaser.
"Come, then." With that, the other Chaser walked through a tear in time and space, and Pyre followed, wondering what exactly was going on.
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Pyre stood in front of nine Chasers, each dressed in shining golden armor. Three were female, and the other six were male. All of their helmets were closed.
"Pyre, it is time you realized your full potential. You are… special. If you are lost to us, we will lose the Keyblade War! You and A.K are the only ones who can touch the boy as of yet, so we need you to go exterminate him. Nothing flashy, but when he leaves the world he is currently residing on, you will kill him in his sleep. Do this, and the position of General is yours." One of the male Chasers explained.
"Yeah… I'll do it." He turned to leave and one of the High Council members stopped him.
"Pyre… we're counting on you." She reminded him.
"Whatever."
A/N: Betcha you were expecting an actual chapter, huh? Unfortunately, I have fallen to the terror known as school… my freshman year of High School, to be precise. As such, I will not update often, but I will soon begin posting real 1000-2000 word chapters soon.
May your swords stay sharp!