It was only a few days after their trip to the research lab that Alex, Arlene, Asi, Dulro, and Dyme stared down seven coffins. One for each of them. They all disappeared two nights before. Now Ansem the Wise had no apprentices, but there was also no Ansem the Wise. Everyone wondered what had happened to them all. The town thought that most likely a heartless got them, but that wouldn't make since if they actually knew the men. This is our fate. This is MY fate. These coffins are empty just like all humans now. They don't care about others, just themselves. We don't deserve these coffins, but eventually, we all go into a coffin. Eventually everyone, that is something, goes into a coffin Alex thought. Alex, even though he hated them all, felt sorry for them. He could see no expression on anyone else as he looked around the church. Arlene and Dyme were the worst. Their brother had died and they seemed like they didn't care at all. He was happy to get away from them once the funeral was over. It soon became the darkest night anyone in Radiant Garden would see.
It was 7p.m. and Asi was laying down on his bed, staring at the moon and stars. He loved to make pictures with stars. He would stare at the moon and stars and nothingness since he was a little boy. It all started when a meteorite fell down from the night sky. It fell upon his parents, killing them instantly; he didn't care. He didn't like them anyway. They believed that the stars had no purpose, unlike him who believed that they held a much greater purpose than what he would ever know. He believed they got what they deserved.
The night sky was his only friend in the army. He felt the scar on his face. It gave him memories, soothing memories. It's not like life wasn't that bad now, it just wasn't great either. He sat up. He noticed something was wrong.
Being from army, his first reaction was to get out his claymore. He walked into the hallway. He heard a door swing open. He ran into the room. The back door was swinging. "Thieves." He followed it. He heard a thump on the other side of his fence. He jumped it and began to run, following the footsteps being left behind from the intruder. He stopped. There was nothing around. He was surrounded by nothingness. Something appeared behind him. The intruder was revealing himself. He twisted around. Something appeared to his right, then his left, then from behind him, then everywhere! Now he was surrounded by shadows. This will be fun he thought.
One sprang onto him and he bashed it into the ground. He swung his claymore, taking down a whole line of them. He felt something from behind. A shadow had clung onto his back! He tried to get it off, but it stuck on. More plopped onto him. All that was left was a giant pile of darkness. It faded into the ground.
Alex sat up in the bed. It was 8p.m. Arlene put her hand on his naked body. "Why did I do that?" he questioned himself.
Arlene must have overheard because she replied, "Why would you have not have done it?" Alex could not remember what started this. He just knew to get away from it before something worse happened. Of course he had always had a sexual desire for Arlene, but he did not believe in adultery. He jumped out of the bed and searched for his clothes. "What are you doing? Come back to bed! Asi never visits me!" Axel hastily put on his clothes.
"I can't take that chance!" Arlene got out of bed and kissed Alex. He ran out. He had more passion in this with Arlene than any other girl. He knew that his passion would one day be his downfall, just as he thought that all feelings would. He suddenly wished that he couldn't feel them. That he couldn't be held back from them, but he should know to always be careful for what you wish for.
He ran down the street for a mile at least. He was ready to walk when he realized a horrible truth. His house was on fire! He sprinted even harder than before. He was shocked to see it. Who would set my house ablaze? he thought. Staying outside was not an option, there was something in his home that he needed. He ran inside. He flew upstairs and into his bedroom; he opened his nightstand drawer and took out an envelope. It was he last thing from his dead parents that he had. His parents died of a fire, a fire Alex created. Blackness moved in the corner of his eyes. He pulled out his charkrams out from underneath his bed. The roof began to cave in as he rolled out of the room. Flames surrounded him. He was stuck. The heartless, known as soldiers, popped out from behind. He fought them off, until he was hit in the back with a cyclone. He was knocked down. The envelope was sent into the flames as he was being covered with soldiers. It began to burn into a crisp. He cried. Not water though, not tears, but a red fire. It stained him like a tattoo. He was engulfed in darkness. The darkness faded away.