A/n- alright, Im gonna make this into two chapters instead of one long one. I did add and make major changes though to the story line, so you might want to run your eyes through it agian. Yeah, srry for the horrible "half chappter" thing. I reaaly needed to work on that some, so i did. And florida was great, too. There was a hip place called the Red Bar(its a restaurant, not just a drunky clunk saloon or something) right off the footstep of the rent house, and had all these posters and stuff of old rockstars, and a couple of thier instruments, too. It was the coolest place, and had the best burger I had ever had. Anyway, i will update, say, wedsday night with truly an awesome chhapter. Ill tell you this, its gonna open with Kai's perspective, and is really going to sorta sad. Kinda angsty, too, but theirs ganna be a happy ending. And im not done after that. Id say, bout 'alfway through. Anyway, please review!!!!! i want more than two peaple to review, if you dont mind. and thanxs to those who did reviw, Bye!

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Chapter the 3rd

Darkest Before Dawn

Life only seems precious when a gun is behind your head, or when someone you care about DOES. That is what Sora was feeling, after reading what was on the wall.

You--how very sad. You must be wondering where is your girl friend is. Well, don't worry, she's with ME, and is very much alive. FOR NOW. If, by any chance, you want to see her again, come to the world of Metropolis, on Grinders Lane, inside the abandoned orphanage. Come tonight at four-in-the-morning-no later and no earlier, unless you want me to execute her. I need some information that only you would know. Tell me, and you get the girl. DO NOT UNDERRESTIMATE ME. I am not just a silly little heartless, or some over the top villain you have encountered before.

Will say no more. The rest is up to you.

Xx Or Kairi's Blood xX

The writing was in blood, no mistaking that, and was wispy, as if someone had done it very quickly, but neat as if it was done by an angel.

But letters and handwriting was the last thing in Sora's mind. Actually, there were dozens of things going through his mind all at once, but one thought hit home first- "Don't worry, Kai, I'll save you,"

Sora remembered the first thing to do in any situation revolving a megalomaniac, and indeed almost any survival situation- stay calm.

Though his body was shaking even though it was hot outside, Sora's mind was clear, calm, and collected. Not so much as Riku's, but better than it was a year ago, that's for sure. He wasn't just some naive kid who jumped into something. without looking. Now he was observant, understanding, but still brave and willing to do the impossible. But then he remembered the day before, how he and Kairi just took a huge step in their relationship together, and how he promised that he would protected her. In his mind, he already broke the promise. And for thirty long seconds, Sora lost his sanity. Magic rushed through his veins. All the loose debris in the wrecked house started to slowly float upward, telekinesis taking hold. Waves were smashing into the beach, and the sky became dark. Sora screamed in frustration, but couldn't even hear his own voice, as the wind picked up speed and whistled louder than a screeching banshee. The earth quaked, and fire balls formed on the palms of his hands. The very elements were under his control . But then, it just stopped. The wind was now just a breeze, the sea was almost like glass, and the sun popped out from behind the clouds. Everything was normal. Sora, got up from his knees, his eyes now with confidence. He had a plan. It was really not much of a plan, but something that would get Kairi and him alive. Its amazing what you can do with your anger.

Two weeks ago, King Mickey wanted to reward Sora and Riku with anything they wanted. Riku passed, saying that being back in his real form was good enough. Sora was very specific about what he wanted; he wanted a custom built GUMMI(Gyroscopic Universal Multi-passenger Mechanical Ion) Ship. The King, surprised but delighted, sent in the order right away.

Sora did that just encase something big went up again. Sora was glad he was greedy, for just once in his life. He sprinted all the way to his home (a good half mile away) and grabbed his TV remote, which of course, was not just a, well, TV remote. He punched in the code 13666, and ran off to the beach, no far at all from his house. Again, he sprinted, covering 100 yards in 15 seconds, right to the water. Slowly, twenty feet from the beach, a submarine like GUMMI ship flouted to the surface. GreymareThe front end looked like a conventional submarine, bulbous and round, but the rear end of it looked like a jet plane, with long grey wings and a nuclear powered jet engine to top it off. At fifty feet long with a wingspan of sixty feet, and twenty feet deep, the thing was huge by GUMMI standards. It was built for speed and luxury, but was equipped like a drop ship. Sora had a room in there that had an assortment of weapons, armor, and potions-enough so it could supply a small squad.

Sora swam to the ship without hesitating when he got to the beach. He punched in the nine-teen letter code and opened the hatch. It was certainly a marvel of engineering. It looked like a space-ship would look a hundred years from now. It was sleek and modern; two seats facing the dashboard (giving a spectacular view of the ocean underwater) with wood paneling all over and a burgundy ceiling overhead. The living room was directly behind the pilot seats, with a long couch a HDTV, and a Xbox 360.(he he he!) The stairs to the right of the living room would take you to the kitchen, dining room, and armory(more on that later), while directly behind the living room would take you to the three bedrooms, each with there own marbled tiled bathrooms.

Sora got into some dry clothes (he had an entire set of cloths, for him, Riku, and Kairi, made by only three little fairies) and walked down to the armory,

pleased by his ship. He had been really specific, and now it was paying off. He glanced around, making a check-list of what he had. Then, he started up the engine, punched in the coordinates to Metropolis, and was soon off the island.

On the GreyMare, Sora put in a state of the art atlas computer. It would give information on anything on any world, along with a 3D map of the place. The computer was Castle Grade, and was a direct copy of the ones that the Kings Spec-ops soldiers use before entering an unfamiliar world. Sora typed in METROPOLIS.

Data found /// metropolis-accessing

Description: densely populated world with large skyscrapers and intricate tunnel systems subways-- run by multiple gang lords fighting for control---advised---outside Kingdom's bounds//therefore does not abound by its laws distance from current position 51,139 miles …………estimated time to get there----fourteen(14) hours/////closing window---///

Fourteen hours…That was a long time. Sora did the math; that meant that he would have only an hour left after he got their to really examine his surroundings up close. Nether-the-less, he would give his life up for Kairi, and anyways, a long ride was the least of his problems right now.

The ride was horribly long. The fourteen hours felt like fourteen years, and Sora didn't get an ounce of sleep, his mind thinking of all the possible outcomes, both good and bad. He reviewed detailed maps in and around the place they were to meet at, and was starting to get the layout of the place. It was weird, really, to know a place with minute details without ever being there. While waiting, Sora also called King Mickey and Riku to tell them the situation. If Sora had the time, he would have contacted them personally, but that, of course, was not an option. King Mickey himself, along with a whole battalion of mages and knights, led by none other than Arc-Magester Donald and General Goofy, Riku accompanying them. They were two hours behind Sora, but he was still incredibly relieved that they were coming. Though, of course, if Sora did get injured before they came, he'd be, simply put, screwed.

Sora solemnly got off the ship. The place was full of gritty trash, and large skyscrapers with a myriad of lights hung before him. The air was hot and humid, and stank of sewage and urine. Grinder's Lane, the place was he landed, was dimly lit, not much more than a reddish glow… Some beggars in frayed clothing sat by a home made fire in on of the many dark alley-ways between the buildings. He was in the slums of Metropolis, and at any other circumstance, Sora would have noticed these straightforward details, but he didn't. All he thought about was the task at hand. Sora was preparing himself. He knew that the kidnapper needed no information-he knew it was after something else. Sora was no fool; he knew he made many unvanquished enemies over the years. He surmised that a bounty hunter or a professional hitman was getting paid to kill him, and the hunter was using Kairi as bait. He probably set up a trap at the orphanage just for him. Well, Sora wasn't about to fall in any traps. He was going to dive in them, head first.

And that would only be the first time he would die.