SURPRISE! HAha, you all thought I had forgotten about this story(hopefully you all didn't…). Well, I did get to this chapter, surprisingly. I was writing an essay, and I felt like writing this story cus I knew it had been like a LOOONG time and I need to finish this one before I start on my next kh fanfiction! Soooo yes here it is. Please no flaming, but do review, especially since I haven't written in a long time. Yeah. Thanks!

Chapter 38

(POV: Annie)

"Sora… don't do this right now. Not right now!"

"You…" he said, pointing a gloved finger in my direction. "I don't want to hear another word from you. Now leave her alone right now. Disappear."

"I can't disappear! I am me!" I struggled to counteract. He shook his head, glaring me down.

"Why don't you just stop pretending? It's useless now. I have my mind set, and I won't let your little mind tricks change it!" he yelled, becoming wrathful. He took a few steps forward, breaking into a run. The violence had come quickly than I expected. I shook my head, looking around. Dammit, Sora…

The force of his keyblade knocked me back a little bit as it hit mine, then it scraped away to prepare for another slice towards my neck. I jumped away as it came a centimeter from splitting my nose open.

"Sora, just listen to me!" I said between an attack, but his reply came out a grunt as he swung for my head again. It hit my raised keyblade hard as I blocked the attack, but I came close to loosing my balance again. I was running out of strength, and the wound on my back stung unbearably as I lamely struggled to stay alive.

His attacks continued to come at me as I either jumped away or tested my keyblade's strength against his with a weak block. Every block I dared to risk, though, sent waves up my arms that my muscles, which couldn't stand them, weakened to. It only took a few minutes to send an attack powerful enough to bring me down on the ground.

I collapsed to the floor on my knees, panting and dry in the mouth. Sora walked around to my back, his hand gripping the rim of my dress and I twisted in torment as he pulled me off the ground. A hand gripped my shoulder tightly, while the other positioned the keyblade above my pounding heart. My wounds screamed with pain as my back was brought close upon his chest, and his warm breath gently swept my neck as his mouth came close to my ears. I felt his lips, the ones I had kissed that one time; so close to touching my earlobe. I was going insane with confusion, the essence of two feelings in his touch.

"Think you are still fooling me?..." he whispered vigorously as his voice tickled beneath his breath and traveled through my eardrum. All I could do was stare at the keyblade under my neck, its metallic surface cold upon my skin. I breathed in and out slowly, my lungs aching for larger breaths, but my body was in too much pain. The keyblade's edge slowly dipped down to my shoulder, nicking it slightly, and a trickle of blood trailed down my arm. "You're not as strong as you say you are." Pulses through my body ached to push him away, slap him into his senses. But I was weak and helpless.

The ground came as fast as my falling as he pushed me carelessly to the ground. I shook my head slowly as he pointed the keyblade directly over my chest, ready to dig it deep into my heart. Why… why can't he see?... I don't see how he can't sense it…

Behind him, I was her face, leering over his shoulder. That icy, sinister sneer that gutted my hopes and twisted my stomach into wrenching knots… it was surging into my heart, pounding like an ancient drum, pulsing, throbbing, threatening, deafening. My skull was shattering, my bones crushed to dust. If only he could turn his head, see the truth. But luck wasn't on my side, as usual.

And, finally, it dawned on me: I was going to die.

I was going to die… in some realm… some realm of myself?... someplace far away from my sick-worried parents and always-helping friends? Away from my two sisters who I knew always cared those times when they were mad at me, hiding tears that only came out in sputtering fountains as we made up again? But then… the whole Earth was depending on me… and I was going to let them down.

My death was the least of my worries… all I cared about… was what destruction I was going to leave behind.

But I couldn't move. All parts of my body, internally and externally, felt inflamed and deathly themselves. It didn't make me feel any more comforted if Sora was here or not, besides the fact that he was the one doing the honor of killing my planet's heart. What happened to my "protector"?

If Sora didn't kill me, then I was left to kill myself.

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(POV: Molly)

We were both sweating and panting by the time I got Namine to fall against a tree. She should have known that two swords were unbeatable against one. I had left her with several wounds around her arms and legs, while I suffered only a scratch or two. Deep, crimson blood seeped onto her white- now grey from the dirt and dust- dress, leaving dark stains that marked my victory.

"Molly…" she growled. "Why even bother?... you've already won the fight…"

"Not until I kill you!" I said, advancing towards her with my swords, but she raised a quaky hand. Her face looked pleading now.

"That's not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean Namine!" I barked at her, and she looked up at the tree's. Then she laughed silently. "What's so funny!"

"You've won all along! You have him! And I… I have nothing…" she said softly. I was almost convinced of her sadness, but I looked deep in her eyes and couldn't see the sincerity she displayed now.

"Your words don't bring any sympathy, Namine." I said dryly.

"Then what does…" she said in an identical tone. Her eyes were glassy with false emotion. I raised my sword.

"Nothing about you brings me sympathy." I said, bringing down my sword.

"WAIT!" She screamed, but the Point had been plunged into her, and her body shuddered against the tree. Her throat made a gurgling, choking noise behind her wide, anxious eyes. She gasped for breath, and her body relaxed against the tree as blood beaded the sides of her mouth. I stood strait, feeling the wave of death coming into the atmosphere. I was still unsure if she was dead, so I didn't move.

But then, without awareness, her eyes shifted upwards. I could feel my heart flutter with awareness and nervousness, like a dead corpse was looking at me. Her voice deepened the uneasiness.

"It wasn't easy being nobody."

With that, her eyes shifted slightly, and her head fell forward, limp. A sharp wind caught my clothes and it swept me to consciousness.

I ran.

Well, yeah. It wasn't as long as other chapters, but it was dramatic, (At least how I saw it). Pleeeeeeeeeeease review. I do intend to write the next chapter, but hopefully its a lot quicker than this one. I think I've become a better writer and I feel ready to start up on this one again. Yeah. XOXO! 3, Kairi Clone. :D.