Death at First Sight

A/N: Hiii everyone! Well, now I'm writing my next fanfic! And I'm reaaally sorry about not continuing on the first, loves. WELL. This one is going to be a lot darker. It also might have some intense romance, but I'm not positive yet. We'll have to see how it goes X3 Also… I know this has nothing to do with Kingdom Hearts except for the characters, but ohwell. XD Enjoy

Disclaimer: Do you think that if I owned Kingdom Hearts I would be sitting at my cheap computer in my cheap computer chair at my cheap desk? NO, I would be relaxing in some other country, preferably Japan, and eating chocolate by the pound!

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He was running, but he couldn't for much longer. With every step his lungs and legs felt like they were about to burn off. With every step the sweat on his forehead threatened to drip into his eyes, threatened to block his vision. He couldn't hold on. Not anymore.

He could hear the sounds of his pursuer's footsteps, hear the heavy breath laced with anticipation and madness. There was no where to go, no where to hide. Dread swept through him as he ran through the dark glade, the moon providing no light at all. The town had been left far behind. He had no idea how long he had been sprinting through the wilderness. But he did know that he wouldn't be able to run forever.

He tripped, sprawling onto the cold ground. Should've figured something like that would happen… He thought grimly, rolling over to see his attacker looming over him, his eyes filled with insanity.

He had to do something; he couldn't die here! Not without Namine… not without telling her that—

He felt a tight grasp on his arm, and focused on the madman's face. Horrified, he realized what was about to happen. There was nothing he could do to stop it. Inevitability was not the best feeling, not for a moment like this.

His arm was yanked out of his socket with one powerful heave, the bone coming clean out of his shoulder. He screamed in anguish and pain as dark blood splattered all over his attacker, the ground, and himself. The pain shot through him until he nearly lost consciousness, yet by some cruel twist of fate he remained awake. His breathing was labored, the loss of blood making him dizzy. The thick blood still spurted from the vast, jagged hole in his body.

His gaze went back up to his attacker. The man had a crazed smile fixed on his face, broad and wide, and very disconcerting. The man's hands were covered in blood. His blood. Suddenly the man's clawed arm plunged forward into his body, breaking easily through the skin on his chest, before grasping his heart. Ripping it out of his body, the man grinned manically, holding the still-pulsing object up. It was the last thing he saw before he died.

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"Where is he?" The blonde female sobbed. "Tell me the truth, damn you!"

"I'm sorry. He's dead."

A/n: Not too long, but never fear! I shall write more 3