Last Sane Thought (Prologue)
Rating PG-13

"I don't care if he is Prince. I want him experimented on he's our strongest power source!" Ansem glared knocking the heartless creature around.

~Sorry M'Lord. I did not mean to go against your judgement. It is just... he will experience a lot of pain. He might not live.~ The doctor said waving his inky black arm about.

"I don't care. He is not son of mine... if he dies I'll find someone else to take his place." Ansem shrugged walking out of the dark obsidian room.

The heartless doctor nodded and stood up to look at the boy on the cold slab of rock. He was sleeping and tired. After all he just closed the door to the Kingdom of Hearts. That in its self should have killed him unless he was a King of Destiny, a Hero of Legend, or a Creature of Power.

The doctor peeled of the damp yellow vest and brought the knife up to the boy's chest. Blinking his dark red eyes the doctor put the knife to skin instantly cutting through to the boy's soul without cutting the skin.

The boy shot up from the slab shriek madly as his soul was cut up. The doctor did not feel pity for the boy. He did not care the boy was in pain. He didn't mind that no one should experience death without dying. He heartless body did not care one bit as he began to reshape the body's poor soul.

Ansem closed a book in his otherworld study at the vague insane shouts, the future to his new breed of heartless.