I was left standing there. In the dark and the rain, though it didn't bother me as much. Nothing bothered me but the sight of Demyx's sad eyes looking back at me. He was a happy person, and it wasn't meant for those eyes to ever look like that. It was completely unnatural. I sighed a little, why didn't I run after that bus? Why didn't I shoot at it? That would be a complete waste of time, and ammunition.
I turned around, there had to be someone else out there to help in this, someone I could count on. Especially now since I had no idea who was on my side, or what side that even was. I began my walk, which both of my questions were answered when a single car was found driving my way. In side was the one female voice that no one ever wanted to hear. Larxene, the Order's one female fatal.
"Get in." Her voice was scratchy, like she hadn't slept. Unlike the others in the Order, she was allowed to wear anything as long as it was nice looking. And tonight she was still in the red shimmering dress she wore for Demyx's concert. "I haven't got all night, if you want to save him you'll get in."
She knew. It seemed that he was the only in the true darkness, and if I weren't so desperate I would've kept to my pride and walked away. It was a good thing I didn't. When I got in, I immediately put on my seat belt, no telling if her driving was as bad as her temper. "Mind telling me where we're going?"
"Marluxia's place. Zexion's there too, they can tell you everything." Axel was right, she drove like a complete maniac, and the rain wasn't helping either.
"Mind not killing us?" Was my reply. I rather not of gotten killed before I could see him again. Even then, I didn't plan on dying, even if that meant living for the both of us.
"Whatever." And no sooner had she replied we arrived. "Just so you know, Saix called. He wanted to make sure you to got back safe. Though he said he may not be able to further help you." She slammed the door and began up the stoop to the apartment.
"He's ever so devoted…" That man was believed to be the only one without a soul, but that was hard to believe now. I came in the door, there was newspapers strewn everywhere within the front room. It was dark, and it wasn't just because it was two in the morning. I spotted Marluxia leaning over a table eyeing a newspaper, pipe in hand. He used an exotic blend of tobacco, it smelled like roses, as he always did. He was in, well, he looked like a detective. He was the second in command, and if anything was up it would most likely be his duty to know about it.
But he wasn't our detective. Oh no, that was Zexion. It was told he could smell out anyone anywhere. I say he was just lucky, but he did always find what we were looking for. They made a great team, in more ways than one.
"So Larxene, you tell him yet?" Marluxia said, his voice was soft and a bit tired. How long had he been reading these papers? In this darkness no less.
"I though you should. You know I can't remember everything anyways." She said plopping herself into a near by seat, crossing her legs as she did so. "But as you can tell they got him."
Him, It was as if she couldn't say Demyx's name. But being the demon she was, I understood she meant nothing by it. I wanted to go, I was being eaten away inside by the ants of anticipation. I rather bust in there, blow off everyone's head and rescue the damsel without having to listen to the whole story, but something so fiction like could never happen. "Well hurry up and tell me."
"Don't worry Axel." He let out a puff, rather a sigh, of smoke from his lungs filling the already stagnant air. "We'll be leaving as soon as Zexion's ready."
We're waiting for him to prep? "What the hell is he doing?" I was a bit more angry, I mean Demyx could've been plastered over a wall by now.
"He's finding Demyx." He said coolly, then motioned for me to sit I did and he continued, "As you can probably guess you two have been set up. Yes both of you. Since you've gotten close, Roxas has planted many things to make you look, how should I put this?" He ran a hand down his tanish-pink hair. "Disloyal?" He continued with that thought, "But the ultimate deception he planted on us was that Demyx took the Twilight Emerald."
"But we all know he wouldn't do that, especially with the boss-man hanging so close over his shoulder."
"That's how he did it." He crossed out something on a paper and sat it aside. "He himself got close. Stole it, and represented it to Xemnas. Genius really. Now all of those, besides us and Saix know Xemnas has it back in his possession. Under his order though," A paper flew to the floor. It looked like he was looking through old papers from all of or old heists. "But what the others don't know is that Xemnas plans on leaving them all behind."
His crew, family, everyone? "Why the hell did he decided to break us up like this?" I jerked forward, leaning over, "Was it his plan?"
"No, not at first. See he can leave here and they won't have to worry about getting caught by the American police. They set it up where half the Order is hating the other and will hopefully end up destroying itself, giving them time to escape. Those who live, well, Xemnas knows this city only to well, no where to run or hide. The only thing he has to do is tip off the police and the rest are history."
"And he gets to live happily ever after." There was a sudden boring tone in my voice. It was used to cover the sadness.
"Only until Roxas stabs him in the back." It was Zexion. He had all the class of a panther, and all the bite of a snake. "Hurry up. They're in Brooklyn."
And we were out the door, even Larxene. I would ask Zexion how he could find things. One day I would like to know. But maybe, I didn't want to really know. I think it was best that we were all quiet the way there. We were taking on our partners, as Xemnas wished, and we all knew it wasn't going to end p all happy and shit.
The sun was up finally, and we pulled up in front of the apartment. No one knew it as anyone's home or anything. To us it wasn't recognizable, but that didn't mean anything except it may just as well be inaccessible. Everyone readied they're guns, and I realized the biggest mistake of my entire life.
From a bet, and an obsession with Russian Roulette, I had only one bullet to my name. Fuck. Just my luck, here I was ready to bust in to save the damsel, finally, and I get off with having only one bullet. But to our surprise, no one was here. Well, at least no one to greet us. I came into one room, it was decorated in an Asian culture like theme, but there was one thing that stood out like a sore thumb.
"Demyx!" I had hurried over, he was bruised and you could see plain as day that he was. I kneeled down to him and threw my coat over his naked body. Something sharp was piercing through my knee. I hadn't even noticed it when I came in.
"Its gone now." His eyes were open, but only peeking through his eyelids, "They didn't have to."
He was so tired, it was so pathetic it could make anyone's heart burst. Except for theirs. Marluxia and Larxene came in and Zexion was leaning on the door frame. "C'mon let's get him out of here." Marluxia said as he went to pick up the boy. He was a hell of a lot stronger than he looked, and I couldn't possibly carry him. Larxene had found another blanket which do a better job at covering up Demyx than my coat.
"Good job boys, you've found the prize." Zexion was gone. In his place at the door was instead was Roxas. I pulled my gun on him as fast as I possibly could. "Go ahead and shoot, I know you only have one." Larxene and Marluxia looked at me in surprise, I had come unprepared, she didn't carry a gun and Marluxia was carrying Demyx's limp body. "C'mon maybe you'd get lucky."
I pulled the trigger and there was a loud bang, but it didn't come from the pistol I held. "You bastard," I said as I lowered the gun.
"We'll see each other, only too soon." And he left.
I looked to Marluxia, who was worried as sin. And I knew why. "Get to the car, I'm going to check upstairs." I walked over and pulled out one of the pistols from Marluxia's side and smiled, it was the only bit of hope we had. They took off to the left, I to the right and p the stairs. A lone doorway, I noticed the window was opened and I could hear voices. There was blood on the bed and walls, but no body, so I hurried to the window. Fire Escape. It was what Demyx would've called two 'bricks' escaping. "Dammit," I sighed, turning around to the room. And I finally noticed, I wasn't alone.
Zexion was a boy only a year younger than me, and very quiet. At this moment in time I believed Lady Luck hated us, which is why I was now looking into his lifeless eyes. This sent more chills over me than finding Demyx cold and alone. I've killed plenty of people, but I've never had to carry one back to his beloved. I took the sheet off the bed and wrapped him in it. Face was the first thing I covered, he was a bout four inches and thirty pounds lighter than Demyx, so I was sure I could manage.
I made it just out side when I was grabbed on the shoulder. "Well well, look what I've got." Said Xaldin holding my shoulder tightly. I sighed, and a car pulled up. "Look sharp."
"Xaldin, take the corpse to the trunk." The silver haired man replied. On my other side was Lexaeus, a man of few words, pulled my arms behind my back as Xaldin took Zexion from my arms. "You're little friends escaped." Xemnas told me, and I was truly relieved, though you wouldn't be able to tell from my expression. "Tie him up, but don't scuff it, this little firebrand is a present." At that moment I passed out from the ether held over my mouth and nose.
It was only a matter of time, I had gotten Demyx out of there before anyone could do him any further harm. The sad thing was, I had the sinking feeling that I would never see that glorious rock-star smile again. I shifted in the chair that held me captive. I had a rope as a gag and was bound pretty well, courtesy of Lexaeus. Finally I heard the door open.
It wasn't a devil, but it looked pretty close. Before me stood Xigbar, oh how I was wondering when he'd show his ugly face. Been but a father to us younger members and teacher to the whole party. He came over with out a word and pulled out a pretty Indian dagger. On one knee he ran the dagger along the side of my face. "They've killed one of my boys." He said in a gruff voice. "They've hurt another one," he cut the rope keeping me from speaking. "Your pistol is in the drawer on the left,"
I felt like it was one of those 'don't ask, don't tell' moments. So I only nodded. He had known us from the beginning and I was overly glad we had grown on him. Even if it was just a little bit. He finished untying me, and I got up and shook my wrists. He left as quietly as he had come, and I went to the drawer for my pistol. No sooner had I done that did the devil finally arrive.
"Sneaky little bastard. How did you get out of it this time?" The blonde questioned me.
"I'm just that good," I replied pulling my gun on him, "This is the end. No more running around."
It was at that point the pulled out two pistols, only one pointed at me, one towards the door. Which I realized Marluxia was there, in the doorway.
"Impeccable timing Marluxia," Roxas said, "Come to get revenge as well?" He wasn't afraid. That was because it was what we wanted, almost more than him to die for our loved ones. But Marluxia, I think he wanted it more, since everything from this point on he would be alone.
"Roxas," I lowered my head a bit, "This is good bye." Only two shots were fired that night. Both hit their target.
