It's my newest hour in the series Twelve Hours, Twelve Views. WAHOO! This time featuring the one, the only… LARXENE! YES! GIRL POWER ROCKS! Okay so admittedly I really don't like her character that much because she looks somewhat like a bug but… Oh well. I don't own Kingdom Hearts. I own the game and the merchandise but the rights… That's a whole other story.
Fifth Hour - Broken Mirror"You're going to Castle Oblivion whether you like it or not Larxene! This is an order not a request!" Xemnas calmly looked at the stubborn woman.
"I don't care if it's an order! I'm not going!" She raised her ever-defiant voice at her leader. Small sparks were flying off of her clenched fists.
"The matter is settled. You will be going to Castle Oblivion tomorrow."
"What? ALONE? IN THAT DRAB CASTLE? NO!" Small sparks became small bolts of lightning.
"Control yourself idiot. Who said you were going alone? Gawd… Flower Power, Vexen, Lexaeus, Pyro Punk and emo over there are going as well. Don't worry princess, you won't be lonely." Xigbar referred to his fellow members with an uncomfortable ease.
Vexen, Lexaeus and Zexion barely glanced at him. Zexion didn't care if he was referred to as 'emo' because if they thought he was then that was their problem not his. Luckily for Xigbar, Marluxia and Axel weren't in the room.
Unfortunately Larxene did not like to be referred to as 'princess'. "What did you just call me?"
"He means the role you play in the castle. Basically you'll be taking care of some of the politics in the castle so calm yourself and go pack if you have anything to pack." Xaldin cut in before a war broke out. He liked the peace and not so quiet of the castle at the moment and he wanted to keep it that way.
XxXxX
Larxene stormed into her room muttering something about frying Xemnas's guts with her eggs and bacon and the thought merely made her smile slightly rather then make her break out in cackling fits of crazy laughter. She always had hated Xemnas's iron fist over the Nobodies but she couldn't do a thing about it. No one would side with her, no one wanted to leave this hell. It seemed like Xemnas had won everyone over, had made them all addicted…
"Well one day we'll see… we'll see who's going to be calling the shots around here… One day Xemnas…" Her head disappeared underneath the bed she slept in. She came back up, coughing up dust, as she dragged out an ornate trunk.
She smiled gently as she saw the old trunk. It contained all of her memories of her childhood before she became a nobody. She opened the chest and started rummaging through when suddenly a small box spilled opened. Glass rain showered over Larxene's hands leaving small cuts in them. Her lip curled slightly as she gazed at the bits of mirror mingling with her blood and remembered how she became one of them.
XxXxX
"Elaner come here please… You know he didn't mean it…" A wizened old woman looked up at the rooftops.
"If he didn't mean it he didn't have to say it Marie!" The voice echoed through out the aging cathedral.
"Please Elaner… Your father is going under a lot of stress right now. He was so heartbroken when your mother died in that accident and yet he still insists on working. He's straining himself to his limits and you know he loves you very much." The old housekeeper was becoming more and more worried for the sixteen year old.
Elaner kicked her sandaled feet against the edge of the roof gently. Yes she knew her father was going under extreme emotional strain but what kind of father tells his own daughter that she's a bitch and shouldn't even be born? What kind of father slaps his own daughter because she walked an inch too far? What kind of father does that kind of stuff?
Well Elaner's for one.
What ever happened to the caring man who used to laugh and smile kindly at her? What ever happened to him? Yes he may have been balding and he may have worn geeky glasses but Elaner didn't care. That man had been her father.
All the love and joy they shared together had disappeared with her mother's soul. Elaner smiled sadly. When was the last time they had laughed together? When was the last time they had hugged?
She stood up, her baggy white capris slung at an angle that they were hanging below her waist. Turning around she started walking to side of the tower where her bedroom window was located. Her lime green tank top showed off her navel ring and slim arms as she swung from the edge of the roof, through her open bedroom window.
Marie had said that Elaner was going through a 'rebellious' stage and would later on regret getting her stomach pierced.
Yeah right.
She flopped herself onto the cot in the corner of her small room losing herself in the depths of her mind.
Why? WHY GOD? Why make me stay under the same roof with a man who claims to be my father but really is just a man who is wearing my father's mask? Why? Why did you have to die mother?
She spent the rest of the day holed up in her room, standing at the window ledge, trapped within her thoughts.
XxXxX
She paced the room until she stopped in front of her dresser. Her small hands picked up a hand mirror and brushed the mirrored pane of glass with the tips of her slender fingers lovingly. Elaner smiled slightly. This was a gift from her father—the last one. She had received it on her sixteenth birthday with joy. She had expected the day when she got her license ever since she was five.
What she hasn't expected was her mother's death.
It was so out of the blue, her mother and them were walking in the busy streets of town when accidentally her mother was pushed into the path of one of the streetcars. But Elaner didn't think it was accidental.
Because Elaner saw something others didn't.
A tall, gaunt teenager who had been wearing a black cloak with the hood up had been walking alongside them when she (Elaner assumed it was female considering the waist level of the teen) suddenly cut through between Elaner and her mother, pushing her mother into the streets. Elaner saw under the hood a pair of malice filled, laughing green eyes.
It was then when she knew that this was no accident.
This was deliberate murder.
When she tried to tell people this they just told her that it was her imagination running away with her. But that was the thing… Elaner didn't imagine things.
Perhaps it was her sanity that was running away from her.
But who cares?
XxXxX
Larxene rummaged some more in the old chest when she found an old book. She smiled slightly. Oh the memories this thing brought back! She blew the fine layer of dust off the cover.
In fine gold calligraphy the words The Art of Torture. Larxene's thin fingers brushed the bold letters and she recalled pulling this out of her father's old things.
"And to think that it was this very book that brought him to his demise…" She gave a small chuckle.
XxXxX
It had been two years since Elaner had foraged out the book. She had become a cruel girl who would spend hours upon hours in her room doing unknown things. Say the wrong thing to her and she would snap and you'd become next on her ever-growing hit list.
In the first year she had found the book her first victims were small mice and rats but then that slowly evolved into cats and then into dogs.
Pretty soon this would most likely advance to humans.
But never birds. No. The birds were her friends—they were always there for her—always what she wanted to be. They could just spread their wings and fly away.
They could just fly away and be free whenever they wanted to be. Be free to forget all the sins in the world… they could just… forget.
Elaner couldn't fly but whenever she inflicted pain on something or someone else she too could forget, she too could be free of her eternal chains.
She knew that what she did was sick, what she did was wrong, was horrible.
But what she did felt so damn good.
It was a drug. It was addicting. It was beautiful.
And that ever-growing list of hers? Well her father was among the first.
It was only a matter of time now… Only a matter of time.
XxXxX
Elaner took a deep breath. After many weeks of detailed planning she had finally come to a solution.
She had to take many days just to ponder on what she'd do. Poison wasn't painful enough for her liking and she rarely used it anyways. Needles were great but it wasn't what Elaner wanted. Swords were too awkward to use in a situation like this, same went for staffs. Clubs were much too heavy for Elaner. And then it came to her. Knifes. Freaking knifes. KNIFES FOR GOD DAMN SAKE!!! Knifes were everywhere, the kitchen, the gardens, the stores, everywhere.
This way no one could pinpoint the death onto her. This way she could play the role as a grieving daughter who had lost her parents. This way no one would be able to say she caused the brutal murder.
And those who did… well Elaner could get rid of them.
XxXxX
"Father." Elaner knocked on the door to her father's study quietly. No sense in letting Marie know for Elaner had already planned Marie's time of death as well. "Father. I wish to speak to you about urgent matters."
"Well make it quick." His gruff answer allowed her permission to enter. "Well? What is it you want? If it's for money then you can get out you little—!" A blade rammed into his stomach several times, then his back, arms until it finally rested in his forehead.
Those lips would never throw another insult at her for they were already turning pale and blue. Those hands would never hit her again for they were limp and dead. Those eyes would never stare at her in regret and anger for they were glassy and unblinking.
Never again.
And then she realized… there was so much blood. It was coming out in pools and drenching her clothing and soaking into her skin. She swore. She didn't think that a knife in head would bleed so much! But it was worth it.
But all the blood…
She quickly took her leave, careful to wrench the blade out of the dead man's head and to kick his bloody carcass a few more times.
XxXxX
A figure in black warped into the bloody office. "Oh my. It seems as if someone's already done my work for me. Oh well. All the better for me…" It quickly faded off. "Now for the girl…"
XxXxX
Elaner headed straight for the bathroom. She had to get rid of all the blood. She had already changed into clean clothing and she started to scrub furiously at her arms and face. And then she glanced over into her hand mirror. A trickle of blood came out of her mouth as she bit her lip trying not to scream.
The mirror reflected her face covered in blood. She quickly put a hand to her face but felt nothing on it.
So why?
She glanced back into the mirror. Her bloody face haunted her yet again. She picked it up and then doubled over. Her stomach felt so heavy and her breathing became shallow but she still could see her crimson reflection.
She bit back another scream. What was this feeling? What was this…this… this pain? She dropped down to her knees, still clutching the mirror, her knuckles turning white and suddenly she dropped it and it shattered into a thousand glittering pieces.
And then her head hit the wooden floor as gravity started to defy itself. The last thing she ever saw was her bloody image a thousand times in each of those broken shards.
For Elaner had abused one too many.
XxXxX
"What's with people in this place and killing themselves? God! This is the second target today who I've found dead—Hmm?" A certain individual shook his wild mane of red hair. "Seems like this one still has some life in her… well, well, well…"
XxXxX
Larxene sneered. She had found out that Axel was the one who had killed her mother and was sent to kill her. But if he hadn't been slacking off and if he hadn't been late then who knows what would have happened?
Ever since that day she refused to look at any mirrored surface. Glass, plastic, mirrors. They all showed her reflection and even though her face wasn't red with blood anymore the image of that day still haunted her in the corners of her mind. She avoided water for the same reasons.
"Hmmph. Who would've known… Larxene the oh so sadistic one is reminiscing over the old days… Awww isn't that sweet? I'm getting this feeling of nostalgia in the pit of my stomach just thinking about it—wait no that's just yesterdays lunch…" Larxene angled her head so she could see who the intruder was.
She hissed slightly. "Axel. What the hell do you want?"
"Now, now… what are friends for?" He waved his hand dismissively. "Okay fine, acquaintances."
Larxene glared at the taller member and pointed to the door. "Out."
"Awww? You're no fun!"
"Out."
Larxene sighed as the door closed. She knew herself that Axel wasn't so bad, that he was just doing as he was ordered when he killed her mother. But just to look at him still pissed her off. He had no right to ruin her life like he did, no freaking right. Her fist connected with the dresser drawers, pushing glass slivers deeper into her knuckles.
"Well I guess I should just clean this up and leave."
XxXxX
Larxene hated it at Castle Oblivion. She just hated it. She was stuck in the same room with Marluxia but that was fine. What really pissed her off was that she had to (barely) tolerate Axel. Oh and it didn't help that Castle Oblivion was so damn shiny! In almost every hallway her reflection was shown, almost every room was the same.
Just when she was going to kill herself she was killed.
Killed by that meddling kid and his little dog too. Oh and the temperamental duck as well.
Finished! Ha to you writers block! I was going to name this chapter 'Bloody Mirror' but then I was like no. I might make a sequel called that but I might not. Oh well. Next:
A rush of leaves blow through the ringing bell making it chime even harder. A cold wind rises as it howls to the heavens, making a frail form to shiver. Sixth hour… Ghost Tiger.