The Destiny Of The Descendants
Disclaimer: ...Ok, I'm not even going to bother, ok? I wanna finish this story so I can work on the sequel to my yaoi story... For any and all wondering, I'm calling it "Life Is A Mystery," and I'll put it up in due time... aka when I finish this fic... or maybe earlier... we'll see. Well, I might change the name... depends...
Italics = thoughts
~Chapter 9: The Mysteries of the Warehouse of Traps~
~~Sora's POV~~
Ugh... the light... almost there, Sora... keep going, Sora... got... to... fight... Closer... Closer... Wow... look at how dark it is now... dark...
~Dream Sequence~
"Well, good job, Sora," Tyson taunted.
"Huh? Tyson? What are you doing here?"
"Take a guess," he sneered. Glancing around, I saw that the Bladebreakers were stuck in tubes filled with clear green liquid. They were all like zombies.
"We... counted on you," Ray said.
Max added, "You... let... us down, Sora..."
"Hah... ha... ha..." Kai laughed. "I trusted you... I thought... I could count... on you, Sora..."
All of them had slurred speech and there was an eerie note to their voices that really made me start to think they were zombies.
"What did I do?" I asked with worry.
"You... just gave up... gave in... to those freaks... without you.... incomplete... got us...." was all I could make out from Kai.
"Just... gave... up..."
"Quitter!"
"Hah... loser... at least we... fought to the end..."
"Of course, it was... all your fault... there was an end... you just wouldn't fight..."
"No, no, guys... you're... you're my friends... I... would never let them do that to you!" I cried, surprising myself with the power in my voice.
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"Hah! Caught you!" Ozuma quickly turned. What was that?
Taking the right fork at the intersection, he followed the sound of laughter.
"This little guy has been causing alarms for weeks!"
"How did we get a mouse in here anyway?"
Ozuma peered around the corner at some slightly drunk men. They were talking and laughing.
Obviously, Ozuma could sneak by them... but he thought it would safer to take them out... He lifted his launcher and got ready to launch...
*CLUNK*
What was that? Ozuma wondered as he stared at the ceiling. It sounded like it had come from the ceiling, but far away.
"Probably got a mouse in the vents," one man grunted.
The vents... Ozuma thought with realisation. Joseph...! Don't worry, he reassured himself, he'll get out of there alright...
One of the men seemed to disagree. "Haha, are you hungry?" he asked. "That mouse is probably burnt by now... the boss hates the cold, don't you feel how hot it is in here?"
Ozuma's eyes widened. Joseph could stand cold better than any of the Saint Shields, but couldn't take heat... at all. Ozuma wrestled with his conscience for a moment, then bit his lip, determined. Joseph would be fine. Ozuma knew that he had his own job to do.
He took a stance and prepared to launch...
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"Aw, how many hallways are there in here?!?" Tyson growled in frustration. He slammed a fist against what seemed like his hundredth grey wall. Another stone... wall?
Tyson stared wide-eyed at the "stone" wall he had just dented. On a hunch, he pulled out his launcher and shot Dragoon at the wall. The wall crumbled around his feet in the darkness.
"What the-?!?" Tyson kneeled carefully and cautiously picked up a fragment. He shrugged and put it in his pocket. Maybe Kenny can look at it, he thought. Then he stood up and looked at where the wall had been. Tyson's jaw hit the floor.
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Ray walked through the beautiful hallways, pausing once in a while to admire the scenery and the golden sunset shining outside the large rectangle windows. The soft and thick red carpet beneath his feet complimented the gentle emerald walls.
The light gleamed against his black hair, and he could not help but stand still for a few minutes. Still, there was a greater thing inside him that pushed him on harder: his team-mate. Sora. He couldn't give up.
His eyes fluttered open. Ray glanced around. I must have dozed off, he thought witheringly. Can't do that, Ray. Sora's still out there.
Ray stood up and dashed down the hallway, to make up for all the time he lost. And through it all, he felt no pain because his determination pushed him on, strong and unwavering.
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"Ahh!! What was that?" He spun, panicking.
"Oh, I'm sure it was a monster," Dizzi replied sarcastically.
"Dizzi! I know I heard something!"
"Yeah, I'm sure you did. Hold on, I'm trying to tap into the main computer here to download a floor plan."
"Can you please hurry up?"
"Look, I was up late last night fixing those blades, and I'm tired."
"Okay, okay. But I heard something."
"Alright, I got it. Let's see here... would you look at that?!?"
"What?"
"I don't think we were supposed to just walk in here..."
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"Whoa!!" The blond-haired boy shrieked as he nearly ran into another hole.
Sighing, he backtracked again and took another path. It seemed he had been at this for hours. So many paths... so many dead ends... so many holes... The place was like a Labyrinth, a death trap.
He dashed down the hallway. Max felt something graze the side of the face as he tripped. Instead of falling face-first into the floor, he was grabbed from behind by a strong pair of hands.
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Damn, Sora, I'm coming. I don't care if I have to run a thousand miles, or swim, or jump, or spend a week at Tyson's house!
Kai thought on bitterly, I knew I should have kept a closer eye on her. A small scream echoed through the halls. Sora!! I'm coming... just hold on. I won't let them do some experiment on you... Never... even if I have to die!
Another scream, weaker and fainter, rang through Kai's ears and the corridors. Dammit, Sora, hold on... I'm coming!
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I'm sure you want to know what terrible fate befalls everyone... but it shall have to wait... got homework to do... tests to prepare for... you're lucky, people, two updates in less than two weeks! Show some gratefulness! ...please... I'm a little sleepy, grouchy, angry, depressed, hyper, and happy... don't ask how or why. The most you can do for me is review... no flames neither...