Wow…how long has it been, eight months? Don't worry, I'm still here I've just been busy. I refuse to give this story up like many of my other friends have done to there sequels :coughs:

Sora: She's having trouble writing this because she has already beaten both Chain of Memories and Kingdom hearts 2 and this story was based off of her theories for certain characters and aspects of the game.

Riku: Yeah, and she was going to give this story up until she started getting reviews all of a sudden.

Me: Yeah, seriously. Where do you guys find this story? Its like, buried in the millions of others!

Sora: it must be a sign.

Riku: You're destined to continue!

Me: I guess so. Plus, I feel guilty not finishing this and starting other projects so I need to get this story done and out of my way but in a non rushed manner. So bare with me! One warning, I did a spell check and grammar check on this but I didn't do a full read through do to time. So if I missed anything, I send my apologies.

On with the chapter.

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Ch: 27

Sora's POV

Get lost sucks, but is so easy in a place like this.

Everywhere I turn there's another hall which leads to another wall, which leads to me getting more pissed off and more threats on Jenza's life.

I had to face it; I was lost in Jenza's stupid god damn labyrinth. But how was I supposed to of avoided it? It was the only door!

Plus Kairi and the others were still around. Hell, they could have walked into a room which turned out to be Atlantica and be swimming with the fish right this minute! Without gills!

Crap, there goes my imagination again. Got to stop thinking and concentrate.

Many thoughts were running through my mind. I was in need of sleep and the only fuel that was keeping me running around was my own determination and practice of staying up till 4 A.M in the morning all summer with Riku.

WHERE THE HELL IS RIKU?

I put all my luck in Kairi, hoping she had found him. He could take care of himself right?

It was me that needed help right now.

"Kairi!" I called out, leaning on my key blade for support. "Where are you?"

The place was starting to get to me. I never wanted to see the color white again regardless of the fact it meant light. Black was starting to feel really comfortable right now.

Whatever power of light was locked within me wasn't doing much good for my sense of direction. I felt even more helpless then I had before any of this had happened.

What would Mickey say? Probably something like, 'trust your heart' or 'let your conscience be your guide'

Heh. What conscience?

My feet hurt, my hands hurt, everything hurt but then again, what didn't? My eyes hurt from the light and I kept having the sudden urge to kick down a wall.

Hey, good idea!

I took my Keyblade and brought it smashing down against the white wall to my right sending splinters of wood flying in every direction. I ignored it, not caring if I knocked down the whole building. I just needed to get OUT!

Finally after 5 minutes of hacking the whole was big enough for me to squeeze through. I eased my foot in and ducked down to slide through to the other side. Unfortunately I found myself in a place that looked no different then the one I had just come from.

Except for one little minor detail.

At the other end was a door. A white door with a blue border running across its surface like webs. My eyes did a double take, finally happy to see the color blue.

Good, precious blue instead of damn white, white, WHITE!

Immediately I leaped forward hoping to at least reach the door before deciding if I would open it or not. But it seemed as if I were running in place, my shoes clapping loudly on the floor in my attempt to reach the door.

But after 5 minutes I hadn't gotten any closer.

…what the hell?

I stopped, catching my breath which was trying hard to rise out of my throat in a cry of rage. Yeah, I was irritated and what was even worse was that there was nothing and no one to take it out on.

Or so I thought.

"Problems?"

All it took was that single uttered word to send me into orbit. That voice which sent jolts down my spine and all the anger hidden inside me to flow fourth. With a quick flap of my wings I was half way down the hall which had held me in its clutches just seconds ago moving so fast that the tips of my shoes were barely scraping the floor. I brought my Keyblade sweeping down toward Jenza hoping with all my might I could bash his skull in.

But hope seemed to have its back turned as I was blasted back against the wall and my Keyblade flew out of my hand and into the air where it hit the wall with a soft clank and clattered to the floor where it lay still. My back hit the wall with a sickening crunch and I felt the bones in my wings crack painfully as they were compacted between me and the hard white surface. But the worst pain of all was throbbing from the corner of my right wrist where Jenza's Keyblade was deeply imbedded pinning me and the upper half of my wing to the wall.

I had to admit, that wasn't exactly one of the smartest things I had done.

And it hurt. BADLY!

Hot blood leaked down my arm and across the white feathers of my wings staining them a bright red. I was getting used to the color of blood but the sweet smell brought back memories to fresh in my mind to pull up. I heard Jenza's laugh, knowing from the tone that he was enjoying having me pinned to a wall and at his mercy. I could have simply wrenched the cursed thing out of my skin if it wasn't for the numb sensation traveling from the blade of Jenza's key, across my chest, and down my left arm like cold water.

I was stuck.

(Back to third person POV)

"I thought you would have learned from your mistakes by now Sora." Jenza sneered, eyes glinting with a hidden pleasure as his eyes darted between Sora's Keyblade resting silently on the floor to his own blade pinning the struggling brunette to the wall. Determination was dripping off of Sora's face in cold sweat as he tried to raise his rigid left hand up to wrench his foes weapon from his wrist. He had been caught off guard more then once over the last few hours and he wasn't about to make it a habit.

Jenza licked his bottom lip in enjoyment as he watched the spirit let out a low growl of frustration and throw him a look. With a soft chuckle, he snapped his fingers causing his Keyblade to shimmer and spark sending waves of electricity coursing through Sora's body and wiping the glare from his face for one of hot tears and pain. His very heart gave a shuddering jolt in his chest, skyrocketing off his rib cage and boiling the blood in his veins. His muscles clenched and snapped, skin tissue frying to a charcoal black and the smell of burnt flesh reaching his nose. The brunette's eardrums popped, blocking out the scream which he wasn't even sure escaped his throat before the seizers rattling his body knocked the Keyblade out of his severed wrist and sending it clattering to the floor with Sora immediately fallowing suit. His knees buckled, sore and red beneath his jeans and his hands slammed onto the floor black and bleeding.

It was only seconds of freedom before Jenza spoke once again, but Sora's ears were still recovering from there recent abuse to catch it.

But the vibration of footsteps reached what little feeling he had left in his hands.

His blue eyes widened and he turned his head with a snap. "Kairi!"

Sure enough, all his friends including a very wiped out Riku were running down the hall toward him at top speed. The look in Mickey's eyes was pure death and Riku was the runner up. Kairi looked just plain worried and Sora wondered how bad a shape he looked in right now.

Unfortunately Sora wasn't the only one who had noticed his friend's arrival.

With a hiss of anger, the spirit turned his head to stare into the look of madness shining merrily in Jenza's eyes.

"One shot's all I need to take care of all of them." he mumbled loud enough for Sora to hear. "And I won't even use my key!"

He raised his hand swiftly, black energy swirling into a large orb in the palm of his right hand. Kairi and the others were only feet away from the brunette before they took notice of Jenza's forming attack and skidded to a halt. "Hold it!"

But Kairi didn't stop.

She was sick of not doing anything, sick of seeing Sora get hurt, just plan sick of luck not being on there side for once.

Well this time she was going to do something about it!

Sora's mouth dropped open in horror as he realized his girlfriend, his most prized possession, wasn't stopping and standing her ground.

"Kairi stay back!" he yelled, annoyance getting the better of him.

She shook her head, increasing her speed with her hair blowing wildly out behind her. Not even Sora's own words would stop her this time.

Jenza laughed. "Aww, is someone sick of always watching there boyfriend get picked on?"

Kairi's eyes flared.

"Kairi don't listen to him and just stop damn it!" Sora screamed, blue eyes blazing in fury. But nothing was stopping the red head.

His foe simply shrugged. "If she wants to be the first to die, fine by me." he stuck his foot out, positioning his body as a pitcher would in a game of baseball. "She died once; she could very well die again!"

Kairi let out a small gasp of surprise and began to slow down as she drank in the obstacle before her, but it was too late. She was to close for comfort and to far to dodge.

Sora's mind raced, desperate to save Kairi even in his critical state. His hands searched blindly around for his Keyblade but it was far near the other side of the wall and far out of his reach. It was then that Jenza pitched his attack sending the black mass of energy hurtling toward Kairi with crushing speed. In a state of panic, Sora's hands clasped around the closest object lying beside him and swung it out high above him with the force of a bat.

The mass of energy connected with the base of Jenza's key sending Sora skidding several feet back and into Kairi's arms for support. The black ball was sent flying into the left wall with the force of a bullet where it created a temporary hole before molding back into its original state undamaged.

Kairi bit her lower lip. The building was getting weirder by the minute.

Sora on the other hand was paying little attention to what else was going on around him. His gaze was fixed squarely on Jenza who's once bemused expression had changed into one of outmost terror. A smirk spread instantaneously across the spirits lips and with some extra leverage from Kairi, hoisted himself off the ground and onto his feet. He twirled the black Keyblade in his hand tauntingly getting used to its feel and texture. If it weren't for the fact he had rendered his enemy weaponless by being able to wield his own key, he would have dropped the thing in a heartbeat. Every pore and nerve on the flesh of his hand was becoming numb with cold from the tremendous waves of dark energy emitting from the key's structure.

Jenza failed to notice Sora's hidden trauma as he took a small step back as the brunette's gaze began to envelop him entirely. With a flick of his wrist, Sora's original Keyblade flew into his severed right hand and he shot off at Jenza with a cry of rage.

The dark spirit could do nothing but stand his ground with a fixed look of death. He had let Sora get the better of him but would not let him make it a habit. With a snap of his fingers the silver door behind him flew open. Sora brought his weapons plummeting into Jenza's flesh with a sickening crunch, throwing his whole weight against his foe and sending both crashing through the doorway to the other side.

"Sora!" Without hesitation Kairi sprinted through the doorway leaving the others standing in the hall in shock at what had just happened. Kairi's reckless behavior was starting to tick Riku off.

The silver haired teen brushed his hair out of his eyes before letting out a growl of annoyance. 'Well, lets follow her already damn it!"

Yuffie glanced at him. 'But Riku-"

"NO BUTS JUST MOVE YOUR ASS!" he took off down the hall, sneakers slapping against the tile floor. He prayed with all his might that the door would lead out of the horrendous building and somewhere without white walls and millions of doors. All of the others seemed to be thinking the same thing as they fallowed at Riku's heels and filed one by one through the silver doors leaving the labyrinth of hell behind them.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

The trip to the ground was longer then Sora had expected. It was as if everything had gone in slow motion like swimming through water as he had done in Atlantica so many years ago. The rush of wind hit him square in the face like dozens of cold, tiny needles, something he hadn't felt since he had chased after Jenza into the office building.

That had bee a mistake.

The ground suddenly came into view and the brunette held tight onto Jenza's arm, pushing him down with all his might as they collided with the hard, black surface. A cry of pain slipped from Jenza's mouth like music in Sora's ears happy to finally have him feel the same pain he had made him feel.

But it wasn't nearly enough. It would never be. Not until Jenza was dead and his breath stilled for all eternity.

The spirit was brought back from his dreams of triumph with a hard kick in the chest sending him tumbling off of Jenza and across the cement clutching his stomach in agony.

"Nnn…fuck, that was a bad move." he gasped, turning over onto his side. His foot scraped against something hard and Sora looked up to find the silver doors of the doorway starting to swing shut.

That's when he remembered.

The brunette bolted to his feet. "Wait, don't close!" he pressed his hand up against the door as it slammed shut barely missing his fingers. He yanked and tugged at the handle until the palms of his hands were raw; his Keyblades hung around his wrists like bracelets so he wouldn't have to put them down and open for Jenza's use. He quickly forgot about his enemy though as the doorway began to sink further into the brick wall which held it up.

"No…" Sora's heart skipped a beat. "NO! KAIRI! RIKU!" tears filled his eyes as panic began to set in yet again. But from out of no where Jenza's fist made contact with the side of his face and he was sent stumbling back and onto the ground. Stars winked in front of his azure blue eyes as everything slid in and out of focus from the impact. He turned his head to the side to rub the forming bruise on his face, but what he saw made him forget all his current agony and fill his heart with overwhelming dread.

He wasn't out of the building; he was on top of it. Over one hundred feet up in the air on top of the biggest building in the whole square shadowing the tiny pavement below which was the size of a doll house from Sora's point of view.

He suddenly became aware of the cold sweat dripping steadily from his brow and into his eyes leaving behind a sick tingling sensation on his skin. He managed to unfreeze his hand and wipe it away carelessly. The labyrinth he had fought so hard escape was suddenly feeling very welcoming. Even his wings were feeling useless.

Suddenly his mind snapped back into his current situation and he dodged rolled to the left just before one of Jenza's power balls came slamming toward him. He held both Keyblades out in front of him defensively still feeling on top of the game with his enemy's weapon.

It didn't last long.

A tremor shot through the nerves of Sora's hand causing his skin to blacken and burn from the handle of his enemy's key. He opened his mouth in a silent scream, being caught off guard from the sudden shock yet still holding on by sheer force of will. His wings spasm and twisted frantically on his back being far more sensitive then the rest of his limbs. The rest of his body remained still and unmoved but that didn't mean Jenza hadn't noticed.

"Problems Keybearer?" he smirked, the familiar glint of pride returning to his soulless eyes.

"What do you think?" Sora hissed trying to keep a firm grip on the weapon as it began to grow hot against the abused skin of his fingertips.

"I think it won't be too much longer until you lose control of my Keyblade Sora." he stretched out his left hand, beckoning his Keyblade forward. Sora's body gave an unexpected jolt as the black key lurched toward Jenza's fingertips.

The brunette growled, digging his heels into the ground to keep himself from moving. Jenza laughed at his failed attempts summoning a ball of black energy into his free hand as a warning. Sora's eyes narrowed, realizing if he didn't let go, he would be blasted off the edge of the building. But that would mean he would be right back where he started if Jenza obtained his weapon again.

His enemy waited irritably for the spirit to let go, clenching his outstretched hand into a fist so as to make his Keyblade tug harder at Sora's grasp. He raised the black energy over his head. "Give it up Keybearer!"

But Sora was ready. As soon as Jenza brought his hand down, he pressed down hard on his feet and leaped into the air using his wings to gain speed.

Jenza's key gave a tremendous tug on his hand causing the handle to cut into his sore flesh and send him tumbling a few feet. He quickly regained himself, straining the muscles in his wings as he tried to stay airborne against the key's force.

'Shit, this things getting on my last nerve!' Sora screamed in his head as he forced his wings to give a few strong, quick flaps. A sharp, needle thin, blast of black energy shot past his left cheek grazing the thin surface of his already bruised flesh. He felt the warm spill of blood drip steadily down his face before it was dragged into the wind by the rush of air stinging his eyes as he gained speed.

He had no idea where he was headed; staying close to the millions of rods and wires sticking out from the buildings top floor used to help get reception and T.V stations for god knows what. Jenza fallowed swiftly down below remaining on his own two legs instead of his wings which confused Sora to no end. He was vulnerable as ever yet his enemy wouldn't come up to greet him.

'It's because he's weaponless.' He thought smirking ever so lightly. ' He knows he's in deep water now that I have-' But his thoughts were cut short as the wires and rods below suddenly gave way to be replaced with a solid, black, metal wall which rose before him like a plague. Sora's first thought was to try and stop but it was already too late for that. He gave a tremendous flap of his wings, sending feathers scattering in his wake and feeling his muscles at the base of his white appendages stretch and burn with a fierce, fiery, pain. Never the less, they succeeded in sending his body soaring with the force of a bullet up high enough to roll onto the top of the wall.

What he didn't expect was a quick drop over the other side. He had assumed the wall was just another part of the building; a giant block of black stone with a door probably somewhere at the other end. Unfortunately for Sora, this was the complete opposite. His wings were to soar to hold him up any longer and Jenza's key was starting to rub against the bare bones in his hand which was completely drenched in blood and scraps of tissue and skin. He fell without thinking. Letting his mind wander out into the oblivion of black clouds above him. He screamed at it to come back to him. Help him think of someway to stop him from breaking his back upon whatever lay below, whether it be another part of the building or solid concrete. He wasn't sure.

He didn't want to know.

Jenza's key gave another tug at Sora's damaged hand and the ground came sooner then he had expected. He managed to twist his body to the side and land painfully on his left shoulder. His nerves spasm from the base of his shoulder bone to the tips of his fingers and left a funny numbness in its wake. The brunette shook it off and slowly crawled on all fours and letting his wings sag against his back in exhaustion. The pain in his hand was the most intense.

"Ah…" he clenched his eyes shut, trying to rid his heart of its quickened beating. It calmed down after several minutes, but the pain in his hand had for some reason suddenly turned numb. He slowly opened his eyes back up and found himself gazing at something he long sense had only seen in his nightmares.

The blood which had drenched his whole hand was now gone. Several small drops remained but with horrified eyes Sora watched as they were slowly sucked of his skin as if by some invisible vacuum beneath his hand. The longer he watched, the more it sank in that something was incredibly wrong. He raised his hand shakily, watching as the remaining blood from the wound dripped down onto the pink, glass surface and disappeared into the deathly cold material and form small, swirled, pictures within its texture.

Realization struck hard and he raised his head to stare at his surroundings. Pink and red stained glass spread out around him from all sides in a circular fashion until it stopped just before the towering black walls.

The stained glass painting from Hallow bastion.

The one from his previous nightmare created from the very blood which ran within his sixteen year old veins.

His whole body began to shake. It was faint at first; only a small tremble within his sore fingers and toes. But with time it began to grow until his very teeth were rattling in his skull. Not able to stand it any longer he leaped to his feet, stumbling back slightly as his shaking feet failed to hold him steady. A hand shot out suddenly from behind him clasping itself over his nose and mouth, wrenching his hands tightly behind his back where they stayed clasped firmly in his grip.

'Is something troubling you?' Jenza asked with his old, familiar, sneer back in working order.

Through Sora's never ending panic, he managed to glance to the side just in time to see Jenza's Keyblade sparkling into the small hold within the leather tie of his black cloak.

"Happy to see your little finger painting again?" He asked pressing his hand tighter around Sora's lower face. The teen struggled frantically in Jenza's hold growing dizzy from lack of air. He needed to get away. Get away from the painting and away from his enemy to his friends.

But suddenly Jenza's voice was just inches from his left ear. "You've ruined all my plans so far Keybearer." An eerie silence hung in between his words and the familiar coldness began to spread through Sora's pale skin. "Except…for one."

Sora barely heard his last few words. He was to busy trying to stay conscious. Hot tears beaded in the corner of his eyes as he fought for any small shred of oxygen to drag down into his burning lungs. His brain was screaming in hysteria causing shades of black and white to flutter before his eyes.

'No…no, don't black out.'

"No more games Sora."

'I can't black out! I'm sick of this; I can't afford to make another mistake!'

"I shall destroy the light of the worlds with my own two hands…"

'Roxanne! Riku!'

"And cover the world in darkness forever!"

'KAIRI!'

He couldn't help it. No matter how powerful he had become, no matter how hard he fought, his body had reached its limit. Slowly his straining muscles began to relax and his whole body slumped back into Jenza's arms with his eyelids sinking over his azure blue orbs and sending him into darkness.

'……help.'

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Me: We are at the end! About two more chapters and then an epilogue for a dramatic closing. The more reviews I get, the sooner I'll try and update.

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Sora: Did she just say 'nows?'

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