A/N: Please read this before you read a sarcastic review of how I should be warning the readers when I had RIGHT HERE. Thank you. So this contains BIG spoilers as a big KH: CoM fan. We all know Larxene is killed by Sora (or Axel, that's debatable). Anyway, this is sort of an interpretation of the scene Larxene is killed by one of them.

I could not see it. I could not see that blade make its last swing.

That stupid kid. He was so much slower, so much stupider, so much dumber. How on earth did he do that? His memories are a train wreck yet he was able to dismantle me out of all people!

But how? How can he do such a thing even when his mind is so weak?

I'm better, faster, quicker, smarter, better, so why am I the one on my knees watching my own pitiful reflection?

All I can see is the beautiful, white floor. The shine of it is so bright that it is almost imitative of a mirror. I scream and scream.

Don't take me away.

I'm nobody, but I don't want to disappear.

Please don't take me away.

I scream for anyone to hear me. I can't see anyone in this room but a clouding black that is overwhelming me. I see doubles. I see triples. Now it's a blurry gaze.

Bit by bit, I feel it tear away. I'm here. Castle Oblivion. My name is Larxene. I am Larxene. And I can't see myself through the mirror floor.

And I hear his voice. That bastard, that fool! Axel. Axel. Axel.

His whisper, his voice rings in my ear for me to go. Who is he anyway? What's he doing?

Go away! I scream again. The links are undone and I can feel the entire room. What will I become? What will my heart become? What will my mind become?

That's him. I can feel that strength in me. It's ripping me to pieces and I'm screaming it to stop.

"Don't take me away!" I yell. I must have been crying so badly. Crying a river, screaming for the walls, the ceiling, the marble, the mirrors to break.

"It's over, Larxene. It's over." An urgent voice. My hand is warm and I see his engulfing mine. The stupid kid. The stupid boy named Sora. "It's okay, Larxene, it's okay."

Stupid boy. I cry some more. He can't do anything for me. He has no idea. He doesn't know the danger. I cease my pitiful tears and hold onto his warm hands.

I say no more. The rest is up to him now. The most I can do is give him what I am left.

Thank you, Sora. I can rest.