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Chapter One: In the Beginning There was Death
"Do it" he commanded me in a harsh, cold whisper.
His breathing was rigid and clogged from the blood that was caught in his throat. His cerulean eyes were half closed, full of anger and hate. His long, silver hair clung to his face from all the blood and sweat that ran down his brow. His lips were smiling as if they were betraying what he really felt, and I'm sure they were.
His body was hunched over, bending toward the ground where I was kneeling. My right arm was stretched out, holding the weapon that was thrust through his stomach. Oblivion. Oblivion was the cold, steel blade that lingered inside him, only bringing him more agonizing pain every second he breathed. I had to end it. I had to bring him peace.
"Finish it!" He shouted at me as I began to cry, blood shooting from his mouth with his words.
I was crying for the first time since three years ago. I was crying for him, for my best friend; Riku. I was crying for his sanity. I was crying for my sanity. How had we both become so lost in this fight? And to think, this all started because we wanted to save each other. Here I was, killing one of the people I held closest to my heart.
"Think of it this way," I said in a crystal clear voice of sorrow, "to kill evil you must be evil." And then, he smiled at me.
I twisted my arm in one quick motion, ending Riku's life as I cried out for him. I pulled Oblivion out of him, throwing it away far from me. I picked up his still warm, lifeless body from the spot on the ground it had fallen on. I held him close, cradling him in my arms.
I didn't care about the blood that was pouring onto me. I didn't care about the screaming people around me who were trying to get me to let go. At that moment, I didn't even care that I would be able to see Kairi. All I cared about was how Riku died thinking I hated him.