Disclaimer: Kraken the Assassin is an original character that I have
created. The setting his adventures take place in a slightly different
version of an alternate history for the Kingdom Hearts Universe, created by
a friend of mine, Storm Pikagirl, another author on Fanfiction.net. The
original universe, and any mentions of characters from the game, Kingdom
Hearts, are not my creations, they are property of both Disney and
Squaresoft. There will be mature content in regards to violence and gore in
this story, so if it is offensive, please do not read.
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Mission Zero:
The Beginnings of an Assassin, Part Two
Through the void of interspace, Kraken traveled. His eyes staring forward, his course set. The world that was his destination loomed before him. The City of Lost Souls. Traverse Town.
The Heartless landed his ship outside the great gates to the city, and clawed his way out. He stood before the gates for a moment, his sword his only means of supporting his weakened form. He moved forward, using what little of his strength remained to push the gates open and enter the city. The sight that greeted him was that of the First District, populated by the few survivors that had escaped the Heartless' attack on the city. His red eyes searched across the forms of the mortals, all of whom, it would appear, had not yet noticed his arrival. He slowly limped his way along the walls, using the shadows cast about them to obscure his black form. He made his way to the gates of the Third District and pushed them open, falling through them as his strength failed him. Around him he saw no signs of his brethren, no signs of the armies of Heartless warriors that had come here, killing hundreds of mortal fools that thought they could escape their fates. All Kraken found, was silence.
He began dragging his sword along the ground behind him as he walked, its blade making small sparks as it slid across the cobblestone streets. One of his hands still holding his neck, its grip loose, his arm tired and his energy fading. He needed to find a lone soul, someone who he could take their heart with out having to worry about warriors coming to stop him, and putting his miserable existence to an end. He could not allow that to come to pass. He would survive. He would have his vengeance.
Kraken slowly wandered the streets, his sword fallen behind him, his red eyes slowly dulling. It was to be over soon. He could not sustain himself anymore. He was doomed. Doomed to die on a world that was not his home. And all because of a miserable child. No.not a child. A warrior. A warrior that was more powerful. More invincible, then Kraken had ever been in his wildest imagination. This boy had survived countless battles against his brethren and even defeated their all-powerful Queen. Kraken let out a low, but now silent, growl, his fist clenching. That boy would die someday, and it would be by Kraken's hand. No matter the cost.
It was then, it seemed, that the dark gods showed their favor to the fallen warrior.
"Hello?" A voice called out through the empty streets. Kraken's eyes seemed to regain a bit of their lost glimmer. There. That voice was Kraken's answer to his dark prayers for vengeance. The owner of that voice would be the one that would supply him with the means to exact his vengeance!
Kraken quickly raised himself from the ground, moving to retrieve his fallen sword, his eyes scanning the streets. He saw the mortal wandering along before the empty storefronts, a tattered cloak wrapped around its shivering form. A smile formed across Kraken's features as he sped towards the figure. He thrust his sword into the ground, and shimmered from view, becoming invisible, as his namesake would suggest. He quickly floated to the mortal, taking his form in more closely. This young mortal, like the warrior Sora, was little more then a boy. Perhaps fifteen mortal years old, perhaps more, Kraken could not be sure. The boy's piercing green eyes darted around, as if he were desperately searching for something, but what, Kraken was not sure. All Kraken knew was that this boy carried no weapon, and was unaware of his presence; this would be an all too easy victory.
Kraken struck out at the child, grasping into the child's chest, trying to wrench the heart free, but he found something, he had not expected. The child gasped and grasped the Heartless, not releasing it. Kraken struggled, he quickly removed the hand that had been holding his throat and began striking the child, trying to force him into releasing him. But the child's grip would not be loosened. The child wailed and cried, begging the creature to release him, not to kill him. Kraken could not listen to the boy's cries, his vision locked upon achieving his goal, obtaining his vengeance.
And then it happened. The boy and the Heartless were surrounded in black energy, swirling around them, encasing them in an orb of pure darkness, the hatred, terror, and thirst for vengeance flowing from them manifested itself. The two continued their struggle inside the orb, but slowly, the two began moving together, merging as if into one being. The two slowly stopped struggling, their eyes closed as their forms moved closer, finally becoming one entity. The darkness faded, until one could see the huddled, black form lying still upon the ground.
Red eyes slowly opened, peering at the dark sky above Traverse Town. *Did it work? Did Kraken succeed? * Kraken asked himself, slowly pulling himself to his feet. *Is Kraken whole once more?* He could feel his strength returning. He brought a hand to this throat, feeling a massive scar where once a ragged cut had been. It had worked. He was healed, now he would go back to the End and claim his revenge. He took a step forward, and noticed something was wrong. He seemed smaller, and his feet were planted against the ground. He willed himself to fly, but he could not. He swirled around, his cloak flowing with the swift movement. *This.this cannot be! What happen to Kraken?!* He quickly ran to one of the windows, peering at the reflection before him. The reflection of a boy, who's skin and clothes were an unnatural black. *No.no, this cannot be! Kraken must try again! I must devour more hearts, and regain my former glory!* But the need for devouring hearts was gone.he could no longer feel the hunger. He placed a hand to his chest, and felt it. A single, slow beat. He had become an abomination, a Heartless with a heart.
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Mission Zero:
The Beginnings of an Assassin, Part Two
Through the void of interspace, Kraken traveled. His eyes staring forward, his course set. The world that was his destination loomed before him. The City of Lost Souls. Traverse Town.
The Heartless landed his ship outside the great gates to the city, and clawed his way out. He stood before the gates for a moment, his sword his only means of supporting his weakened form. He moved forward, using what little of his strength remained to push the gates open and enter the city. The sight that greeted him was that of the First District, populated by the few survivors that had escaped the Heartless' attack on the city. His red eyes searched across the forms of the mortals, all of whom, it would appear, had not yet noticed his arrival. He slowly limped his way along the walls, using the shadows cast about them to obscure his black form. He made his way to the gates of the Third District and pushed them open, falling through them as his strength failed him. Around him he saw no signs of his brethren, no signs of the armies of Heartless warriors that had come here, killing hundreds of mortal fools that thought they could escape their fates. All Kraken found, was silence.
He began dragging his sword along the ground behind him as he walked, its blade making small sparks as it slid across the cobblestone streets. One of his hands still holding his neck, its grip loose, his arm tired and his energy fading. He needed to find a lone soul, someone who he could take their heart with out having to worry about warriors coming to stop him, and putting his miserable existence to an end. He could not allow that to come to pass. He would survive. He would have his vengeance.
Kraken slowly wandered the streets, his sword fallen behind him, his red eyes slowly dulling. It was to be over soon. He could not sustain himself anymore. He was doomed. Doomed to die on a world that was not his home. And all because of a miserable child. No.not a child. A warrior. A warrior that was more powerful. More invincible, then Kraken had ever been in his wildest imagination. This boy had survived countless battles against his brethren and even defeated their all-powerful Queen. Kraken let out a low, but now silent, growl, his fist clenching. That boy would die someday, and it would be by Kraken's hand. No matter the cost.
It was then, it seemed, that the dark gods showed their favor to the fallen warrior.
"Hello?" A voice called out through the empty streets. Kraken's eyes seemed to regain a bit of their lost glimmer. There. That voice was Kraken's answer to his dark prayers for vengeance. The owner of that voice would be the one that would supply him with the means to exact his vengeance!
Kraken quickly raised himself from the ground, moving to retrieve his fallen sword, his eyes scanning the streets. He saw the mortal wandering along before the empty storefronts, a tattered cloak wrapped around its shivering form. A smile formed across Kraken's features as he sped towards the figure. He thrust his sword into the ground, and shimmered from view, becoming invisible, as his namesake would suggest. He quickly floated to the mortal, taking his form in more closely. This young mortal, like the warrior Sora, was little more then a boy. Perhaps fifteen mortal years old, perhaps more, Kraken could not be sure. The boy's piercing green eyes darted around, as if he were desperately searching for something, but what, Kraken was not sure. All Kraken knew was that this boy carried no weapon, and was unaware of his presence; this would be an all too easy victory.
Kraken struck out at the child, grasping into the child's chest, trying to wrench the heart free, but he found something, he had not expected. The child gasped and grasped the Heartless, not releasing it. Kraken struggled, he quickly removed the hand that had been holding his throat and began striking the child, trying to force him into releasing him. But the child's grip would not be loosened. The child wailed and cried, begging the creature to release him, not to kill him. Kraken could not listen to the boy's cries, his vision locked upon achieving his goal, obtaining his vengeance.
And then it happened. The boy and the Heartless were surrounded in black energy, swirling around them, encasing them in an orb of pure darkness, the hatred, terror, and thirst for vengeance flowing from them manifested itself. The two continued their struggle inside the orb, but slowly, the two began moving together, merging as if into one being. The two slowly stopped struggling, their eyes closed as their forms moved closer, finally becoming one entity. The darkness faded, until one could see the huddled, black form lying still upon the ground.
Red eyes slowly opened, peering at the dark sky above Traverse Town. *Did it work? Did Kraken succeed? * Kraken asked himself, slowly pulling himself to his feet. *Is Kraken whole once more?* He could feel his strength returning. He brought a hand to this throat, feeling a massive scar where once a ragged cut had been. It had worked. He was healed, now he would go back to the End and claim his revenge. He took a step forward, and noticed something was wrong. He seemed smaller, and his feet were planted against the ground. He willed himself to fly, but he could not. He swirled around, his cloak flowing with the swift movement. *This.this cannot be! What happen to Kraken?!* He quickly ran to one of the windows, peering at the reflection before him. The reflection of a boy, who's skin and clothes were an unnatural black. *No.no, this cannot be! Kraken must try again! I must devour more hearts, and regain my former glory!* But the need for devouring hearts was gone.he could no longer feel the hunger. He placed a hand to his chest, and felt it. A single, slow beat. He had become an abomination, a Heartless with a heart.