Another 'view switching' chapter. I find these to be much more informative than staying with one character. Apologies if this is not your cup of tea.
Well! Things are heating up, and it's only getting hotter...so stick around! Thanks to those who have been reading, and the newcomers. Knowing that you guys are reading keeps me inspired.
Thanks, as always.
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Larxene shielded her face as a shower of rock and flames burst out at her like an explosion. She dodged back, avoiding most of the rubble and placing her back against the wall. She pulled her daggers free of her belt, ready for her foe. She already knew who was responsible for such a fireworks display.
As Axel stepped in cautiously, he automatically caught sight of Larxene, confused for a moment. Then he saw the portal.
"Larxene? What the hell is this?" Axel demanded, noticing then the daggers held in her hand. Instead of answering, she straightened and moved away from the wall.
"You should leave. I'll handle this," she assured, knowing the poor attempt to deceive him wouldn't work. He narrowed his eyes.
"I don't think so. What the fuck are you up to?" he snapped, raising his blades swiftly as daggers came zipping toward him. They bounced off with a clank, and when he lowered them, she was coming across the room at him. He took a step back, out of the cramped room and into the hallway, through the hole he had so recently created. With a thrust of her hand, Axel felt the creeping chill of a lightning strike about to hit him.
Miraculously, Axel was quick enough to avoid her terrible attack. The electricity struck the walls, hissing as they left black spots smoking down the corridor. In retaliation, Axel brought his blades together, sending out a white hot wave of flames back toward her.
In the midst of their battle, the corridor closed, and the pair suddenly stopped to look. To Axel's utter shock and terror, he saw Vexen, intimately holding a very weak Fyer.
"Shit," he growled, gripping his blades tight. How had they been able to get to her? Vexen had been seriously wounded, and Zexion had been there to watch over her. Somehow they had managed to slip past even Xemnas. This was bad.
"She's sedated. Even so, it will not be long before it wears out of her bloodstream," Vexen explained quickly, giving Larxen a push to defeat Axel. When she turned to face him, he was already on the move. He rammed himself into Larxene, throwing her back against the jagged edges of the hole he had created. She hit hard, falling to the ground for a long moment.
"You son of a bitch," she snarled, attempting to get up before Axel could reach her again, though failing. He grabbed her shoulders and shoved her back, flames creeping along the edges of his hands. With a cry, he brought one of his blades forward, slamming a blunt side into her head.
With a thud, Larxene fell to the floor, out cold. Axel turned to Vexen, eyes narrowed and sides heaving. He knew very well that if Vexen got out of his sight with Fyer, she was as good as gone. He couldn't let that happen.
"Powerful as always, Axel. But always so rash. Charging into things you don't understand," Vexen scolded, glancing down when Fyer shifted in his arms. She opened her eyes drearily and looked at Axel, unable to form a sentence. Axel saw her eyes, and his own went wide.
"What the…?" he said, dumbfounded. Then he spotted the countless needle marks on her arms, though nearly invisible now. It was as if they were healing already, swiftly. What had Vexen done to her?
"A…Axel…," she said weakly, recognizing him at last. Vexen had dragged her all the way through the dark corridor, her despair growing. She had been struggling to prepare herself for the fact that she would never see them ever again. Yet, there was Axel, already coming to her aid. Vexen pulled her up a little closer.
"Quiet. It is not time to rouse yourself," Vexen said to Fyer, as though speaking to a child. Axel gritted his teeth, infuriated.
"You fucker. What did you do to her?!" Axel demanded, holding his blades threateningly. At the sight of this, Vexen turned slightly, placing Fyer between them.
"Nothing to be concerned about. Only a select few…enhancements," Vexen answered, his voice almost seductive. It only served to heighten Axel's fury.
"Let her go so I can cut your throat, you sick bastard," Axel commanded, flames dancing around him without him even calling them. Vexen smirked.
"You make it sound as if I defiled her. All I did was give her what she wanted; immortality and the strength to withstand an attack from any of you. Is that not necessary for her to continue to live among you?" Vexen pointed out, looking down when Fyer shifted again. This time it was when she closed her eyes and her head drooped, as if she had lost consciousness. Carefully, Vexen settled her against the wall and faced Axel. He brushed his blonde hair back over one shoulder and smiled with encouragement.
"Come for my throat, then."
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Marluxia groaned as he sat up, aware of a heavy weight on top of him. Vanitas had landed on him when they escaped the dark veil. Marluxia growled and pushed him back so he could stand.
"Your capacity for creating successful strategies is poorly lacking," Vanitas snapped, catching his balance on his feet after Marluxia shoved him. The pink haired man shot him a murderous glare. His plan would have succeeded if Riku hadn't shown himself.
"You mistook Riku for Replica, you fool. And you're trying to criticize me?" Marluxia shot back, shaking his head and glancing around the room. It took him a moment to recognize it. He closed his eyes and listened, searching for a presence in his domain that he knew should already have arrived. With a trill down his spine, he felt it. "It appears at least one of us has succeeded."
Vanitas, still furious at Marluxia's jab, set it aside for the moment. He would have time for retaliation later on.
"Your cohort? He's managed to take Fyer hostage, then?" he inquired, glancing down at his ripped bodysuit. It was already regenerating, along with his wounds. He glanced across as Marluxia, who was injured again. The man was a powerful and brutal foe, but his defenses needed a lot of work. Vanitas ignored him and tilted his head to the side. He sensed something nearby, something familiar…
"Where is Replica and Ansem?" Marluxia asked, unable to sense the pair of them. It was impossible. There was not one place in the castle that he could not sense. Is it possible that they left?
In that second Marluxia was mulling over his question, there was a sound like that of a gust of wind. The two uneasy allies whirled around to see Riku leap from the dark veil, sword at the ready. With a cry, he attacked without hesitation.
Marluxia's scythe spun into his hand, releasing a flurry of petals in the process. With a grunt, he brought it up in front of him to retaliate. Vanitas dodged to the left out of the range of any attacks. Riku's blade smashed into Marluxia's driving him back only a step. He grinned up at his foe between their two locked weapons.
"Still begging for death? What of your friend? Are you going to throw your life away and let Xemnas kill her?" Marluxia sneered. His spirits had risen considerably. The struggle between him and the Organization was coming to a close. Now he could make Xemnas fall. Nothing could stop him now.
Riku grew furious, drawing his sword back only to lunge forward again. When he did, Marluxia did something surprising. As Riku was stepping back, Marluxia closed in, thrusting his scythe forward. With a crack, it connected with Riku's mid-section and threw him against the wall. Vanitas watched silently from the side, helmet hiding everything.
As Riku was recovering, Marluxia swung again, feet shifting to give his attack the most power as possible. The scythe's sharp tip curled behind Riku and lifted him, slicing into his back in the process. With a cry, Riku arched forward and grabbed the handle as he was being swung through the air. Marluxia turned in place and smashed his weapon into the ground, bringing down Riku with it.
Though out of breath, Riku managed the strength to kick himself out from under the scythe, which was dangerously close to cutting him in half. With a swift tug, Marluxia's scythe came free and he glanced down at the blood staining his weapon. He cut his eyes across at his adversary, who was panting softly as he recovered.
"Such a beautiful color," Marluxia said softly, eyes narrowed lazily. Riku shivered at the look, seeing the darkness clouding Marluxia's eyes. He wasn't like the others; something was terribly wrong with him.
"Hurry it up. We don't need to waste our time with him," Vanitas interjected, drawing the attention of the two foes to him. Marluxia looked over with a glare.
"If you are dissatisfied with my way, then kindly give me your aid," Marluxia shot back, his gaze turning white hot when he looked at Riku. The younger man raised his sword, seeing the anger in his eyes. With a growl of exasperation, Vanitas started toward him. Riku braced himself when Marluxia lunged, desperately trying to keep an eye on Vanitas. Even if he tried to escape through the dark veil, Vanitas could pursue him. He needed to survive this, no matter what.
Marluxia swung from the side, forcing Riku closer to the wall. He blocked the attack and shoved back, managing to create an opening for him to slip out of the blade's path. Marluxia watched this and smirked. He reached out with his free hand, eyes glowing for a brief second. With a gasp, Riku leapt off of the floor, abandoning caution and throwing open a path into the dark veil. With a rumble, thorny vines burst from the floor, coming straight for him. Riku's leap took him straight into the dark veil, and his portal snapped shut behind him. He landed roughly and rolled over to see the faint outlines of a dangerous field of thorns covering the room he had been in only a second before. Vanitas was hanging from the wall, held there by a dagger he had stabbed into the stone. He shook his head, furious at Marluxia for nearly taking him out too. Riku stood, shaking. He had once been perfectly capable of taking any number of Organization members. Yet, for some reason, his strength was failing him. Was it this place, or had Marluxia grown stronger?
The thorny appendages that had burst through the floor faded, and Vanitas let his dagger slip free of its place in the wall. The two faced each other, locked in a heated debate. Riku could hear nothing and wondered what he should do. He had a chance now to slip away and join the others, but he couldn't bring himself to move. The ones who were directly involved with bringing harm to Fyer, and to his precious friend were just outside of the veil. If he backed away now, what was he but a coward who watched from the shadows?
Riku gathered his courage and walked forward, to where the veil thinly separated him and the real world. He grasped his blade tight and threw himself out of the dark veil and into danger once more.
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Xemnas reached the Castle and came free of the dark corridor. All at once, he felt the stone relay signals to him from everywhere. Enemies had been spotted, cornered, and many needed aid. Yet all Xemnas could think about was finding Fyer.
He closed his eyes tight and listened, straining to hear past the frantic signals from the stones that connected all of them. His connection with Fyer was weak, silenced. Vexen had something to do with it, he was sure. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find her.
He had already lost her. His senses were blind to her, and she could be anywhere in this castle by now. Xemnas took in a deep breath and leaned back against the wall behind him, shaking. He forced his mind to quieten, hushing the panic that was building within him.
No matter where he was, he had always been able to sense her, even if vaguely. She had once dreamed of him being injured. Perhaps the connection was powerful both ways, then.
Xemnas kept his eyes closed and concentrated on Fyer. He silenced all thoughts until only she remained. Then, in a voice full of emotion, he called her across the bond they shared. No sound left his mouth; it was inside of his mind. She had become a part of him, much like he had become a part of her. If any hope still existed, it would blossom here. If she could hear his voice, there was a chance that she could respond.
Calling her silently, Xemnas set off through the Castle, toward the closest set of signals he felt. If any of his comrades had seen her, he would gain that much more of a chance at finding her.
With renewed hope, he moved on faster, still calling to Fyer through the bond he knew still remained.
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"Xemnas…," Fyer mumbled suddenly, eyes still closed and body limp. Vexen and Axel both looked over in surprise.
"Now, none of that," Vexen began, turning toward her. Axel growled and took a step forward.
"Back the fuck up," he warned, raising his blades threateningly. Vexen turned to face him again. His cold blue eyes were full of annoyance.
"If you have any intelligence at all in that fiery brain of yours, you'll be the one to back off. Spilling blood over such a trivial girl is beyond me. Despite my opinion, it is apparent that with her, we control the game. I'll have to eliminate you if you continue on," Vexen retorted, growing more annoyed every moment. Axel still didn't budge. The flames around his hands grew fiercer.
"You can try if you want. I'm not letting you take her," Axel promised. Vexen laughed haughtily.
"I've already done just that. Xemnas was far too careless about her. Perhaps he doesn't care about her like he claims?" Vexen asked, seeming to grow pensive. Yet, when he lifted his hand to touch his chin in thought, a chilly mist filled the room, blinding Axel immediately.
"Shit!" he cursed, thrusting his arms out to the side and releasing a heat wave. The mist swirled out of the way and evaporated, revealing an empty room. Axel whirled around, ignoring the fallen Larxene. He heard something nearby and took off in pursuit, growing frantic. Things were on the edge, about to fall into an endless abyss. He had no idea where Xemnas was, but Axel knew if he lost Vexen, they lost Fyer.
He took the next corner and caught sight of Vexen ahead. Instead of waiting, he threw one of his weapons with a cry, continuing to run as it spiraled down the corridor. Vexen glanced back when he heard it coming for him, and ducked. His shield came together behind him, taking the full force of the attack and blocking Axel's attempt on him.
In that mere second Vexen had faltered Axel gained on him. As they rounded the next corner, they entered a huge room; one that Axel had never seen before. An empty throne sat broodingly on a raised platform in the center. The rest of the room was empty, bearing only doors all around it.
Axel spun in a circle, looking for any sign that the pair he had been chasing only a second ago was still close. There was no way Vexen could have outrun him.
On cue, a cold mist filled the room, leaving frost on Axel's weapons in the same instant. Axel's breath came out in a cloud, his body heat rising. His eyes narrowed. He was right. Vexen was still here, somewhere, trying to deter him. That meant Fyer was still nearby too.
"Pesky little fly. I cannot run holding Fyer while you are still buzzing about. Can't have you discovering where she is. I'll have to dispose of you now," a voice said jovially, echoing around him. Axel gritted his teeth and sent out a wave of fire in answer. It burst out away from him, clearing the mist only for a second before it returned. But a second was long enough.
With a grunt, Axel threw his blades to the right, their spinning forms cutting a path through the mist. In the second before contact, Axel caught sight of Vexen through the tunnels his blades had created. He lunged forward, pinning Vexen's location even as he ran blindly.
"Clever," Vexen commented, amused. Axel's blades returned to him, having made no contact. Vexen was somewhere else in the room now. Axel began to gather his strength to clear the mist again and paused. If he continued this, he would lose all of his strength to fight quickly. It was a good strategy for Vexen, who was only good on the defensive. If he could weaken Axel, he had a chance at destroying him. But not if Axel found him before that point.
"What did you do with Fyer?" Axel demanded, listening closely. He needed another strategy at finding Vexen without expending all of his energy. Where the hell was his help?
"Don't be concerned, she is unharmed and out of danger at the moment," Vexen promised. Axel tilted his head to the left and threw one of his blades, watching it cut through nothing but mist.
"The hell she is. Unharmed, you say? I saw those damned marks all over her arms. You're sick," Axel snapped, reaching out to catch his returning weapon. He began to back up, searching for a wall. If Fyer wasn't in this room, she had to be in one of the adjacent ones. If he came close to the door she was hidden behind, he was sure Vexen would act.
"Pain without injury is not harm. She suffered, but for the betterment of herself. If only you had a chance to see what she has become now, you would understand," Vexen replied, unheeding to the attempted jab. Instead of drawing Vexen out and dropping his guard, it was only making Axel angrier.
"There was nothing to improve," Axel snapped, turning and throwing his weapons in the direction he heard Vexen. To his surprise, he heard a clang as they hit Vexen's shield. He turned and launched himself immediately toward him, through the thick mist. Vexen came into view as Axel's weapons returned to him. Vexen only smiled and held out a hand, seeming prepared for Axel's attack.
Axel saw this and struggled to control his momentum. He hit the ground with one foot, throwing himself to the side. He lost sight of Vexen just as his attack came to light. The mist around him thickened, becoming heavy like snow. As he landed, he felts the bitter cold bite in, reaching all the way to his bones. With a cry, he dropped to one knee, feeling the weight of the frigid mist sink down onto him. He heard a snap and glanced over his shoulder as Vexen approached, a light glowing in his hand. Ice circled about, coming into his hand to form what appeared to be a razor sharp blade.
"A mist that can stifle even the strongest flame," Vexen explained, smirking when he saw Axel struggling to use his powers.
Axel reached deep into his core and still felt the powerful heat pulsing dully within. It was weak, but it was still there, giving him hope. He wouldn't die. Not yet, dammit.
"You know, as fucking smart as you are, I would have thought you'd know better than to challenge me face to face," Axel began, chuckling softly. Everything felt so damn cold, but he refused to give up yet.
"What are you-"
"What does fire do to ice, Vexen?" Axel asked, his body beginning to shake. So cold. Axel tugged desperately deep within. The flames wouldn't obey.
"Sometimes even the most resilient flame will die, despite what foe it faces," Vexen responded easily, coming to a stop beside Axel. He glanced down at his ice blade as he brought it up slowly to sit even with Axel's throat. He looked up at Vexen with his vibrant green eyes.
"Never could win a fair fight," Axel hissed, infuriated. How had he managed to do this to him so easily? What was it that was holding Axel's power at bay? Vexen laughed.
"Fair is a matter of perspective. All is fair when there is no loser alive to call it otherwise," Vexen retorted. The edge of the blade touched Axel's throat, and he growled softly. His death would not hinder anyone in the Organization. Members had come and gone; they made no special attachments to each other. In the few times he had been cornered, angry and weak, he had realized this. Only this time, there was a consequence of his death.
The thought of the tragedy that would ensue if he failed here sparked deep within him. The heat deep within him began to come back to life. Vexen didn't see the tip of his blade produce a single drop of water. Another appeared, as though a tiny flame were flickering nearby.
The mist was supposed to freeze Axel to his core and immobilize him. He had calculated so carefully everyone's strengths and weaknesses. He knew how to take down each and every member as they were. He had everything right except for one thing; that each member had a new strength that Fyer had given them.
"Do you have any last words, my dear friend Axel?" Vexen asked with a smirk. Axel pierced him with his green gaze.
"Go to hell."
But with a powerful will, and a burst of power, hell came to them.
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"Son of a bitch, these stupid rocks don't work worth a damn," Xigbar roared, staring at the tiny stone in his hand. Demyx was distracted, looking over his shoulder.
"That's because everyone who's calling for help keeps moving around," Demyx pointed out. He looked around the room. "We're close, though. You feel it?" Xigbar looked up at they felt the rocks pulse stronger.
"Yea, I feel it. Something's not going right. There's too many distress calls. I thought we only had three enemies, and an extra ally?" Xigbar growled, casting out his senses. They had been following one distress call, but it kept going out of their reach. Now it was coming closer every second. "That one we saw with the mask and the black suit…I wonder how dangerous he truly is."
"Xigbar!" Demyx exclaimed, darting off to the left. The presence was alarmingly close, and they were about to lose it. Before Demyx could reach the door, it was flung open, nearly smashing into him. With a yelp, he jumped back, on the defensive. Xigbar came to his side, and they both looked warily at the one in the doorway.
Xemnas was breathing hard, uncharacteristic for him. He glanced at the both of them, then around the room.
"Have you seen her?" he asked immediately, and Xigbar furrowed his brow in confusion. Demyx gaped.
"Y-you mean…Fyer…?" Demyx began, and Xigbar shook his head.
"Dammit," he murmured, taking in his Superior's stricken expression. He covered it quickly.
"Where are the others?" he asked, looking between them both for an answer. Xigbar shrugged.
"Not a clue. We haven't been able to find anybody. Everyone's moving around too damn much,"Xigbar explained. He focused when Xemnas gestured in the direction from where he had come.
"I left Riku fighting both Marluxia and Vanitas when I went to save her…," Xemnas began, pausing for a long moment. "He is facing two foes that are collectively more powerful. He needs your aid. Give no mercy," Xemnas commanded, voice growing harsh. His eyes narrowed. "Kill both of them."
Before the pair could answer, Xemnas was off through the Castle again, leaving the two of them stunned. Xigbar was the first to recover. He grabbed a handful of Demyx's jackt and started to tug him forward.
"Why are we so shocked? That's the old Xemnas talking there. Leave no survivors? We've had those orders before. Come on, let's go kick some ass. He'll take care of the rest. Fyer will be back in his hands in no time," Xigbar reassured, rousing his bewildered companion. With a nod, he jerked free of Xigbar's grasp, and they started toward Riku.
Xemnas had no time to stop and fight. He had at first been convinced that Marluxia was the main threat to Fyer at the time. But when he had seen Fyer being held so carefully in Vexen's arms, subjected to whatever kinds of tests Vexen had performed on her, he knew he had to find her as quickly as possible. There was no way to know what condition she was truly in. She had been so weak and barely able to form a coherent word when he had seen her. It worried him fiercely.
Riku had vanished soon after he arrived, telling him he was still able to take refuge in the dark veil to keep himself safe. Xemnas moved on to the next signal that an enemy had been spotted. He knew there was much more than they had originally expected to face. Someone here had opened a portal for Vexen to come though, while Riku and Xemnas had been fighting with Marluxia and Vanitas. That left Ansem, and that meant only one of the two had been the spotted enemy. He was getting slowly closer to Fyer.
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"Time to go," Vexen's voice said suddenly, touching Fyer's arm. She jumped slightly, still under the influence of the drugs he had given her. He had somehow managed to bind her up completely during his escape from Axel. She couldn't move, nor see or speak. If anyone strayed nearby, trying to find her, she couldn't call out to warn them. And she had no idea where Vexen was taking her.
She had been only dimly aware of her surroundings when he had placed her in this room. She had heard the pair of them clashing just outside, leading to a long, empty silence. Her heard skipped a beat when she realized what it must mean. If Vexen was still alive…had he defeated Axel?
She should have felt panic, but she still couldn't due to the drugs. She struggled a bit when Vexen began to lift her up, but it was pitiful. He said nothing as he began to carry her off. He had taken only a few steps when a familiar voice burst out in a room nearby.
"Vexen, you son of a bitch! Using a replica? Coward! Come out!" Axel yelled, voice full of fury. She heard a soft click and silence as Vexen moved quietly down the hallways. He took several turns and went through many doors as Axel continued to call out his challenge, trying to locate them.
With a final click, Fyer felt herself being lowered again. Vexen placed her against a wall, pausing to touch her on the head.
"Provided that Marluxia hasn't faced any obstacles as I have, he'll be here shortly to claim you. This place, no others will find you at. Marluxia made this room just for you. It amazes me the powers that this Castle has bestowed upon him," Vexen explained, pausing for a long moment. "He should have been here by now. I can't allow you to be running off alone."
Fyer jerked instinctively when she felt another sharp pain in her neck. She tried to lash out, but she had no strength for that. She felt her consciousness begin to slip already. He had given her a much more powerful does this time.
"It's been a pleasure, Fyer. Perhaps Marluxia will lend you to me once again when things have…been taken care of. Until then, I wish you the best of luck," Vexen said, retreated from her. She heard a soft click and knew she was lone. Instead of feeling sad, she felt nothing as her head drooped her and she fell into darkness.
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"Larxene?" Luxord cried, seeing his fallen comrade. He stumbled over the rubble and grabbed her shoulders. He shook her, trying to rouse her. She shifted slightly, and he propped her up against a wall. He waited for a long moment while the lightning wielding member came to.
Larxene's eyes fluttered open to behold Luxord, who grinned upon her awakening. She blinked rapidly and looked around.
"Shit," she cursed, looking down as she tried to remember her last waking moment. Luxord looked around slowly.
"So…what happened, Larxene?" Luxord asked slowly, waiting on Larxene to focus. He never had much patience with her because of her sharp tongue, but he decided to be lenient. Their numbers were scattered, and they couldn't be bickering now. Larxene looked over hesitantly.
"Vexen….and Axel," Larxene began, mind working fast. Did Luxord know Fyer was here? Was he testing her, or did he truly have no idea?
"Yea?" Luxord asked, encouraging her to continue. She regarded him silently for a long time.
"Someone opened a portal. Probably Ansem. I was hit before I saw anyone, and got knocked out. Axel and Vexen were here. If they're gone, they probably gave chase," Larxene explained, knowing her storytelling skills were lacking. Still, Luxord glanced around at the walls.
"Sure looked like Axel was here. You would have thought he'd be a little more careful with a fallen comrade around when he was fighting," Luxord growled, standing. He reached out. "Come on. Let's go find them. I still sense someone set off their signal nearby. It's probably one of those two. We can get some revenge on Ansem for you."
Larxene took the offered hand warily, reaching out to call her daggers back to her side. For the moment she was out from under suspicion, but if they met with Axel…well, things would get ugly.
Before that time, she had the element of surprise on Luxord. Something she fully intended to use.
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Fyer barely woke from her daze to hear the door in front of her open. The cloudiness around her mind remained, and she could not react. She should be terrified, she should be ready to fight.
All she did was sit idly, waiting without protest.
Footsteps came closer and she shook as she lifted her head. Even that movement was exhausting, and she leaned it back against the wall. She felt something touch her arm and she tried to move herself away. The hand followed her and grasped her arm, tighter than necessary. She shivered fiercely, unable to do anything more than that. She tried to plead through the cloth wrapped around her mouth, but it only came out as a pitiful whimper. Anything she did now was in vain. Marluxia was ruthless and cruel, on the edge of madness. If anything, this was amusing him.
Fyer had reached the end; all of their struggles to keep her safe had been for nothing. Evil had triumphed over good, contradictory to all the tales she had read as a child. There was no happy ending to this story.
Unable to feel afraid, Fyer's mind sank back down into the shadows, forced down by the drug. She felt her body go slack, another hand grasping her other shoulder, holding her there. Instead of speaking words of comfort or cruelty, there was only silence, which was somehow much more terrifying.
Fyer lost consciousness.
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They were getting closer. She could feel them.
A pencil moved across the paper quickly, frantically. But carefully. Each line had to be perfect.
She didn't have much time left. She already knew what they intended. She had seen it.
There was no way she could stop it. It was inevitable, intertwined into the threads of fate.
A tear dropped, and she caught it before it hit the paper. It had to be perfect.
If it could not be prevented, then perhaps it could be mended. Not reversed, but mended.
She was not sure. She could not see this one. This one did not touch the threads of fate.
It was all up to chance on this one. It could only be created and hidden, forever.
If it worked, then perhaps she could eventually forgive herself. But as far as the other…
She was done. She moved her hand across the words, smearing them across the page.
She brushed quickly, until all that remained was a light dust discoloring the page.
The words were not there anymore, yet they still remained. It was done.
She looked up at the door and waited for what she knew was soon going to happen.
"Fyer...," she whispered, seeming loud in the empty room, "please forgive me."
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*CLIFFHANGER! (don't kill me) I will be working hard on the next chapter. I have many difficult events coming up, but I will be working on this in every spare moments. Thanks!*
