(IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE! This chapter has not been beta'ed! I don't know where Digitaldreamer is, so I read over it myself. I apologize in advance for any errors you may encounter. Please forgive me! (cries))

Me: oo Man I'm writing a lot today.

Sora: It's scary.

Riku: Usually you're too lazy to write anything.

Me: But I'm writing today!

Sora: Only because you saved all the work for one day when you could have spread it out. Think of poor Digi, who has to beta five things in one day.

Me: But I consider that an extra bonus...

Readers: o.O

Me: o.o KIDDING! Go read god damn it!

Sora

Sora was shocked none of his ribs broke as he slammed into his seat belt, the ship coming to an erupt halt.

He released a breath he didn't even know he was holding after a few moments time. He relaxed the iron grip he had on the steering wheel as his fingers would break if he continued to do so.

The lights and numbers on the screens on the dashboard, ceiling, and pretty much everywhere else, had all gone out. Sora tried to switch on the transmitter, or at least the radar, but not even a flicker of life ran through the systems.

They were out of power.

But this was strange. He had made sure to check the power gage before they left and it had been full. But now, even the power gage was down. The only thing running in this piece of junk right now seemed to be Sora (and a certain someone else but he doesn't know that).

Gritting his teeth in frustration Sora slammed his foot into the dash board. Of course, there was barely a glimmer of a chance that that would get it working again but it made Sora feel better. All he got for his tries was a stubbed toe and an increasing temper.

Resigned to his fate, Sora unbuckled himself and got up from his chair. Might as well go see what was around. Maybe someone here could help him, or at least tell where all his power had gone.

Going to the door hatch he thought he heard something. A small whimper. Standing still for a few moments and listening intently, Sora just shrugged. Must be some paranoia setting in.

And as Sora walked opened the hatch and began descending the stairs, he didn't notice a pair of bright eyes peaking through an opening door.

It was freezing out there! Well, at least that's how it felt. As Sora wrapped his arms around himself to provide some kind of warmth to his aching bones, he noticed that his breath did not form clouds like it usually did when it was this cold. What was going on here?

When you're in an unfamiliar place, a voice said in his ear, take a look around. Ten seconds of observation could save your life.

Sora knew this voice. It was the voice of his duck professor. Sora snorted; he couldn't believe he actually remembered something that quack said. Ha, get it? Quack? Ducks quack? Quack is a crazy person?... never mind.

Ignoring the pun, Sora's eyes scanned his surrounding, taking in every detail. Not that there was any details to take in.

It seemed they had landed on some kind of large lake. White mist hovered above in in thin clouds, tiny waves lapping over one another. But the ship hadn't sunk. It was resting peacefully on top of it. Frowning, Sora walked down to the bottom stair and squatted down. He placed a gloved hand over the waters surface. More mist came up in that area, sending goosebumps up his skin.

It was like the warmth from his skin was melting it or something.

It all hit him like a ton of bricks, and at the worst time possible. As he stepped onto the fluid, as the entire surface hissed and began to crack into a million pieces, Sora realized what had happened to the Spectra. Whatever they had gone through had evaporated the sip's energy, taking away the heat to let it sit on the water. But Sora's body heat swept though the soles on his sneakers, evaporating the water and sending it cracking. But it was just a bit too late for that, now, wasn't it?

Sora felt the ground beneath his feet shatter as his feet began to sink. Before he had time to react, the inevitable fall came.

The brunette and Spectra ship fell like tiny stones down a huge pipe: insignificant and hopeless. There wasn't even enough air in his mouth to scream as his voice seemed to have left him and stayed up where he had dropped from.

Something in his brain, the reasonably part of his brain, began shouting at him. You have wings, stupid! it screamed. Fly, you moron, FLY!

Shaking his head, Sora's wings shipped out from their folded position. the white feathered limps fanned out and flapped against the wind. Sora's acceleration lessened and lessened until he was safely hovering in the air. He watched as the ship kept on falling. There was nothing he could do about it now.

He was still calling himself several kinds of idiot for not flying sooner when he heard it. The scream. Said scream sounding like an extremely, heart-stoppingly familiar voice.

"NARY!" Sora screamed. He folded back his wings until they pointed straight behind him and once again, he began to fall. But this wasn't just a fall. It was a controlled dive, and nothing was faster then Sora's controlled dive.

Nothing except for a two-ton Spectra Ship in free-fall.

Gritting his teeth, Sora flattened his wings lower. He could feel his speed pick up slightly, but not enough. His heart skipped at least two beats when he glimpsed something rather far away, but within vision all the same. Something was down there. Something solid. And they were going to hit it.

He heard another scream. Sora had to think now. There was one option Sora knew of, but he had been wanted to never do it. They said it could dislocate his wings. But his little sister was in there and he had no time to come up with a plan.

Summoning all of his strength into his shoulders and tensing his wings, Sora heard a cracking noise as his wings lashed out like a whip, bending straight forward until they were at their full length, pointing straight ahead. In less then a second he fanned them out and brought them billowing back, sending a cracking noise through the air.

His wings throbbed with pain, but the distance between himself and the Spectra Ship had lessened considerably. Just one more.

Gritting his teeth against the pain, Sora repeated the maneuver. He felt the bones along the lines of his wings crack with the effort again as he bended them forward, and then jutted them back.

His eyes watered as G Force rippled the skin on his face. The metal on his clothes cut welts into his skin as they were pressed against his body, the air holding him in its grasp.

He was level with the ship now. He was at the window that could peer into the storage closet int he back of the ship. Looking through it, he could see a small bundle of color in the corner. He couldn't get a good view of it, but he knew who it was. Nary.

Struggling for a moment, Sora managed to get his arm up, summoning his Keyblade. It took every ounce of strength in his muscles to keep the Keyblade from being pulled from his hands as the force of air continued to work against him. Could ANYTHING else go wrong today?

With a grunt, Sora swung the sharp edge of the Keyblade (Realm of Trial key chain. Haven't thought of a name yet ) into the glass window. It shattered easily, as the surface they had landed on had.

A shower of glass scattered through the small area, raining down on it's occupant. Nary looked up, bright blue eyes wide with terror as she looked at her older brother.

"It's okay, Nary," Sora called over the roar in the wind. But nevertheless, the wind swept away most of his words. But Nary still heard him, if only a little bit.

"Nary, take my hand!" Sora shouted, reaching a gloved hand through the window. A sharp piece of glass still attached tot he window pane sliced through shirt and flesh. Sora felt the warm flow of blood soak through his shirt and stain his skin, but he didn't take much notice. Right now he was more focused on the tiny figure who was shaking her hand frantically.

"Nary, this isn't the time!" Sora snapped. Then he realized this wasn't the time. He risked a peak out the window. The ground was getting closer. He could see some kind of black surface with multiple things sticks up from it. Sharp looking things.

Sora sighed. She was going to make him come in there. Raising the Keyblade again, Sora knocked off more of the glass until the hole was wide enough for him to get through. A few of his feathers were snagged by the broken glass but he was too busy picking up Nary into his arms to register the pain as blood flowed down his blinding white feathers.

"Just hold onto me," Sora said through gritted teeth. He could feel it in the pit of his stomach. As whatever he ate tried to fight his way out, Sora had the sick feeling he was too close to the ground. They had to get out of here.

He felt tiny arms wrap themselves tightly around his neck and a face buried into his chest. Gripping the shivering bundle in his arms more tightly. Sora planted his feet firmly onto the windowsill and jettisoned himself off in a side ways dive as the ship finally crunched down on one of the pieces of rock protruding from the floor.

He heard the little girl scream. It must be unnerving to go from a speeding ship to jumping out into the wind at an even faster speed.

Sora heard the explosion as it roared through his ears, the two-wton Spectra Ship blown to pieces as it rammed into the rock. He felt heat singe at his toes and Sora flew away even faster. Peeking behind his shoulders, but careful not to let Nary see, Sora watched as bright orange and red flames engulfed the entire vehicle. Whatever hadn't been destroyed in the crash is gone now, Sora thought grimly.

His wings ached in protest as Sora flew them to safety. From the way the joints creaked and sent jolts of pain up his body when he flapped, he knew he had dislocated quite a few. Damn it.

No longer able to fly anymore, Sora dropped down to the ground, gasping in pain. He felt the arms around his neck loosen and heard a slight plopping noise as Nary dropped to the ground.

"Is Sowa okay?" she asked, pressing her forehead against his.

Sora looked up, face washed white in pain. "I'm fine," he lied. He even managed a little smile before going stern again. "What were you doing in the Spectra Ship?"

Nary sniffed, looking down. For once, she seemed genuinely apologetic. "Sowa was gonna leave and never come back," she whispered sadly. "You were gonna leave me an Mommy an Daddy behind..."

Sora frowned. "Who told you that?" he asked.

"Everyone," she said. "They said you were gonna leave like you did fwee years ago."

Sora frowned. What could he tell her? "Well, I'm gonna come back..."

"NO!" she shouted, beating her tiny fists against his chest. "If you're leaving then I go with you!"

Sora sighed. This wasn't the place or time for any of this. He had to figure out where they were and, more importantly, how to leave.

While he calmed her down, he looked around. They were sitting on a black, smooth surface that seemed slightly slanted. Large mounds of rock spiraled upwards; the Spectra Ship, oh happy coincidence, had rammed right into the biggest one. There were also other things. Like smaller rocks that look movable along with dozens of crushed ships. Some were smashed to bits like the Spectra, but others seemed to be perfectly in tact save for a few dents. Obviously he wasn't the only one who had stumbled upon this place.

Then a chilling thought hit him. What if whatever he heard on Destiny Islands was just static from one of these ships old transmitters? What if the radar had just picket up old signals from these ships.

No one knew what was inside of a black hole. Maybe this WAS a black hole and they only thing he had come to check out was a bunch of junky cars?

Sora took a deep breath, then let it out. He had learned to keep his calm. Going nuts now wouldn't help him or his baby sister. He had to find a way out of here. Maybe he could rig one of those old Sips and fly out of here? But that seemed impossible. The Spectra Ship had been stripped of it's energy and Sora's guess was that they all had, as well. His best bet was to see if anyone was around here that could help him.

Sora looked Nary in the eyes. "Nary, I need to go look for help," he told her. "I want you to wait right here until I get back, all right?"

Her lips formed a pout. "But I want to go, too!" she insisted stubbornly.

"No, it's too dangerous for you." He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the safest ship he could find. It was a dusty blue, but it seemed as if it had a been a nice bright blue when it was originally made. There was a large dent in the back of it and the glass from one window was shattered. But other then that, it appeared to be perfectly safe.

Yanking the door open, he set his sister down on one of the worn leather seats. A small puff of smoke rose when she sat down, but she didn't seem to mind. What she minded was the fact that Sora was leaving her again.

"You can't leave!" she protested. "You won't come back!"

Sora frowned. Nary seemed pretty set on this. Looking her straight in the eyes (as if that would help), he said, "I promise I'll come back. I won't be gone long, I swear. I just want to find someone to help us. Then we'll go home."

"Will you stay with us?" Nary asked quietly.

"..." Sora didn't know the answer. So he thought up a tiny little lie. "Yes," he said, smiling gently. "I'll always be with you. And our parents."

And as Nary made Sora give her a pinky promise, the brunette couldn't help but think it was all that big of a lie afterwards. After all, he would always be with them. In their hearts. And no one could ever, ever take that away.

"I'll be back soon," Sora said, kissing her forehead softly. She gave him a watery smile and Sora stepped back, closing the door softly. As long as she stayed in there, he figured, she could get into too much trouble. Right?

...right?

Of course he was right. Or at least that's what he told himself. But deep inside his conscious was calling him seven kinds of idiot.

He walked past tall columns of rock that towered over his head, past even more broken ships. The black ground beneath his feet was weird. It felt like he was walking on carpet, or really thick jello. But his feet made no imprint. When he bent down to scrape off a bit of it with his nail, nothing came up. It was cold and solid as glass. But then... why did it feel so weird?

Deciding to question the inevitable later, Sora walked on. Something caught his eye. Something looking out at him through the window of a very beaten up gummi ship with scorch marks on it; it had erupted in flames on impact. But what got his attention was the thing staring at him.

The thing with no eyes.

Gulping, Sora stepped closer to gaze at the charred skeleton lying in the seat. He had learned enough from his training to know that this man had been burned alive. However, what got him was that only the outside of the ship was scorched. The inside was intact. Sora guessed a small flare ruptured and burned the outside. On the inside, the skeleton in his charred seat were the only things damaged. The rest of the inside was spotless, save for an inch or two of dust.

"He was burned alive," Sora whispered, horrified. That's when he knew.

There was someone else out there in this place.

And they weren't friendly.

Nary

She let her breath out noisily, the air blowing piece of brown air from her face. It was so BORING in here! How could Sora possibly command her to wait in such a boring place while he got to go look around. It wasn't fair. Nope, not fair at all, she decided.

Then her thoughts began to wonder to things they shouldn't wander on. Such as the consequences of what would happen if she decided to follow Sora.

Then the angel and the devil on her shoulders appeared.

"You can't," the angel said fearfully. "You pinky swore!"

Nary agreed with this voice.

But the devil wasn't going down without a fight.

"You never pinky swore that!" the devil insisted. "He pinky swore he'd come back! And he's broken pinky promises before, hasn't he?"

It was true. A week before, Nary made him pinky swear to never leave her. And there he goes. He left her TWICE! In the same day!

"You mustn't go!" the angel said frantically. "Sora will be mad!"

"No he won't!" the devil scoffed. "He'll be proud you made it all the way to him without getting hurt!"

Nary grinned. She wanted Sora to be proud of her. So, mind made, up, she pulled the door clasp and let herself out. Oh, Sora would be so happy!

Ignoring the shoulder angel's verbal attempts to get her back into the ship, Nary skipped off in the direction she saw Sora head in.

Sora

(This is to the song My Favorite Things from the Sound of Music. You should all know it)

Blood drops on cheek bones and flaming pained kittens.

Black rotting corpses and moldy green mittens.

Beaten up bodies tied up in strings.

These are a few of my favorite things!

Sora heard these horrid words float through the air, the feminine voice sending chills down his spine. He knew this song. Well, the tune of the song. But not these words.

Red blood-stained ponies and bad apple strudels.

Gallows and prison and rabid black poodles.

Blood thirsty dragons that kill many kings.

These are a few of my favorite things!

Sora followed the voice closely, but the more he heard the more he just wanted to run. Either this person had a really sick mind or was just plain crazy. He jumped over the end of a broken down ship and ducked under a ring of rock that looped intself up from the ground.

And there was more.

Children in shackles with bloody red sashes.

Blood oozing down as thick as molasses.

Kings turned to demons by evil gold rings.

These are a few of my favorite things!

Kings turned to demons? What the hell? Then Sora remembered a world he learned about. They called themselves Middle Earth. And this person was HAPPY for the evil kings?

When he found whoever the singer was he was going to wring her neck. Wring. Her. Neck. With this thought in mind, he continued his pursuit.

When the choir sings, when the bees die,

When I'm feeling glad,

I simply remember my favorite things!

And then I just feel... so bad!

Sora could see someone up ahead now. He could see long black hair flowing down her head, a skip in this persons step as she sang the lyrics. Sora felt his blood boil with rage. How could some sing these things... and be happy?

Not only that, but whoever she was, she just gave off a bad aura. Sora made up his mind after she sang the last lyrics.

Blood drops on cheek bones and flaming pained kittens.

Black rotting corpses and moldy green mittens.

Beaten up bodies tied up in strings.

These are a few of my favorite things!

The figure stopped singing. In fact, she stopped moving all together. Taking a step forward, Sora almost jumped out of his skin when the woman turned abruptly towards him, grinning from ear to ear. Her skin was as pale as a ghost, black hair forming a widows peak as well. She had sharp black eyes and thin lips. She was pretty, in a pointy sort of way. Her chin was sharp and slim and Sora was surprised her head didn't fall of the tiny neck.

Grinning, she said, "Sora, we've been waiting for you!"

It was too late to run now.

Done

Me: All done!

Readers: GAH! CLIFFHANGER!

Me: Oops? (laughs nervously)

Readers: (go back to glaring at her for their original reason)

Me: (avoid their eyes)

Sora: That's what you get for writing MORE op stories after you promised you'd quit!

Me: I'M SORRY! IT'S ADDICTING! And I still have two more to write...

All: NO!

Me: O.O

Riku: While we hurt her, you fine people go and review. (cracks knuckles)

Me: Wait! I have one more thing to say! (clears throat) The tune for My Favorite Things does not belong to me, but the new lyrics do. I made them up myself. YOU CAN'T HAVE THEM! MWA HA HA! REVIEW! (runs off screaming as readers finally explode and try to kill her)