Next chapter up!
Now, without further ado, I introduce you to the final member of my Organization 13 line-up.
I'm not sure if this will be a long or short chapter yet. I'll just see at the end.
Enjoy.
Chapter Nine: Nightmares.
Dexn sat on his bed, staring down at his hands. Why was this happening to him?
He was No. 13, the final member of the new Organization XIII. Who he had been in his past life, he couldn't remember. His memories only began when he was found by Emylix and Naxst when they had arrived on this world. That indicated that he had at least been a member of this wretched planet. But that was the extent of his memories.
Who am I? Where did I come from? What happened to my heart?
The boss Xadmain had given him the bare basics when he had first met Dexn. Later, that lab nerd Drexan managed to clarify the things that had confused the tall, gangly youth with a head full of Marluxia-like auburn hair. Nobodies were born when people became Heartless. Only the really strong-willed managed to secure proper bodies, though lacking in soul and heart. Memories apparently kept them going for the mystical Kingdom Hearts that would turn them back to their original form. Apparently these guys were all pretty strong-willed, because they all managed to form- as that dude Moxt called it- "the most bad ass order in the known universe."
So far, Organization life wasn't too bad. Most days, he was woken up by Moxt and that girl Naxan duking it out, but he had been told to just ignore it unless someone else got hurt. Then there was breakfast, and then most of the older members went to go train. He did not participate in this, because he still as of yet did not have a weapon, but he liked to watch the fights.
Xadmain had a classic way of fighting, with his swords shining through the air. Xoej was a martial arts expert, moving so fast and so totally awesome, it was like watching something out of those movies they had stolen. Raulax used both her power of storms and her tonfas to fight, making things even more interesting. Drexan used his staff to summon his water spells.
Emylix was particularly interesting to watch- her wrench was grown to be quite the formidable opponent. Xhrics was plain and straightforward with his axe. Paxt was a truly graceful fighter- his scythe moved through the air, a true master.
Moxt's Handcannons and Naxan's discs flew at each other pretty much constantly, training or no, and Dexn had to say, both were skilled at their stuff. Xnohj didn't really fight- his training was pure mind work, challenging- and winning- all rounds of chess that met him. Whenever he did fight, he used the giant chess field to his advantage, just like in a normal game, and he was truly a worthy opponent.
Naxst, for everything that he was outside the field, was a true fighting genius. The way he whipped his chains around at the same time as he flipped and zigzagged through the air… no other word could describe it but pure art. Zixl was the same thing- she moved through her thunder and lightning, her shurikens flying at the targets as if out of nowhere. No matter who or what they did, all 12 of them proved that they were indeed the best.
After a few hours of training, the guys came to him and they just chilled. Occasionally, Moxt, Drexan, or Naxst would head out and they would invite him. Pretty swell times. Then, around midnight, they retired, only to repeat the day at around 5-6ish.
Most of the members were glad for this kind of thing. This was their protection from wandering around, alone. He should've felt the same.
But he wasn't happy… or as close as Nobodies got to happiness, anyway. Because although he wasn't alone, it sure felt like it. For starters, they still hadn't given him the 4-1-1 on their purpose for being in this world. They kept him completely in the dark- almost like Xadmain had shrouded him in it. It wouldn't have been so bad if Dexn wasn't so damn suspicious of everything. Especially of Drexan, who spent each and every day shut up tighter than a wasp's ass in his lab. No one was saying anything- at least, not in front of No. 13. It was infuriating.
And then… there were these nightmares.
At first, he wrote it off as just a one-night thing. But now they were happening every night, and he didn't know how to stop them.
They always started out the same- he was wandering around in the darkness, when suddenly, he saw a Shadow off to his left. He would go over to it, just to look at it. Then, just as sudden, it transformed into what appeared to be…
A darker version of himself.
Before Dexn could even begin to wonder, the being took out a long sword-like object and started attacking him with it. Completely defenseless, he took a step back, but soon found himself falling, falling, deeper into the abyss. His mouth opened to scream and… and then he woke up.
After three nights of this, he reported it to Xadmain. No. 1, however, shook it off, saying they were just dreams, nothing more.
But as night after night went by of the same thing, Dexn had the feeling that there really was something Xadmain just wasn't telling him.
And he was gonna find out what.
Oh God… this chapter SUCKED!
Even worse than the last one. Jee-zus Kee-rist.
Well, maybe you'll enjoy it. Review please.