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Alright, 3rd chapter is up. But I think it's just getting worse rather than better. Please review and tell me if I should continue or just stop.

"Why is it so cold?" Even asked but there was no reply. "Hello? Guys? Ienzo? Braig? Xehanort? Anyone?"

He continued calling for them, but each time received the same reply, silence. And each passing moment it got colder and colder. But there was no wind, nor snow, nor anything else to make it cold. There was only the darkness of the lab. Or was it the lab? He reached around but couldn't find anything to prove he was still in the laboratory. Had he been sucked into the machine as well? Surely one of his colleagues would come soon to rescue him. Of course, none were too reliable, were they? His whole body objected when he got up, numb from the chilly temperature of wherever he was. He had never known darkness was so cold.

Suddenly, it felt as if his chest had just froze. He tried coughing but couldn't, realizing that perhaps his lungs had froze. He punched himself over and over again on his chest, trying to breath, but no matter how hard he tried, it just got worse. He let out a wheeze and collapsed to the icy floor. He tried looking at any part of himself, his hands, his legs, feet, anything. But it was no use, the darkness had engulfed him whole, with no chance for a light to shine through. His last thought before allowing the darkness to over take him was, 'I can't believe I…failed.'

Elaeus on the other hand was having a nightmare of his own. His voice rang through the empty darkness, panic making it shake uncontrollably. "Guys? Hello? Come on you guys, this isn't funny!" He looked around, hoping his eyes would adjust to this light, or lack thereof, soon. But it wasn't long before he felt the earth moving under him. It startled him and he jumped up a bit too quickly. He felt dizzy and fell back to the ground, landing in what felt like a cross between soft dirt and non-wet mud. It was comfortable and he felt the need to just relax and wait for help. But would his colleagues help him? Probably not. They only cared about themselves, just as he did, so he couldn't really blame them.

He stood up shakily and shook his head, trying to make sense of all of this. Then from above, he felt a small amount of dirt fall on him. It didn't bother him much, that is, until the dirt started falling more rapidly and in larger quantities. He opened his mouth to complain, but it instantly filled with the disgusting taste of dirt. Elaeus gagged and attempted spitting it all out, but didn't succeed. His chest started to hurt, most likely from lack of oxygen. He stumbled and dropped to his knees, trying to cough up the terrible earthy taste. The earth around him rose, making it even harder to breath as it reached his head. His vision blurred and the pain in his chest became unbearable and his last words before succumbing to the dark were, "This wasn't planned…Xehanort."

Braig was battling his own nightmare as well. He stood there standing upside down, the earth's gravity seeming to make an exception to him. He floated there, trying to flip right side up. Unfortunately, this was impossible and he crossed his arms. Suddenly, a lightheaded feeling overcame him and he moved his hands up to his head. He had been hanging here a while now, the blood must be rushing to his face. He found it difficult to breath and there was a heavy pressure on his head and chest.

"Hello! Is anyone there? Anyone at all?" Braig cried into the dark abyss. When no answer came, he tried again. "Ienzo! Xehanort!" Suddenly, he started coughing, now unable to call out to his companions. He moved a hand over his mouth and realized with shock that he was coughing up blood. He struggled to get out of his upside-down position but to no avail. Surely, that was what made him choke on the blood rushing to his face. He shook his head roughly as he coughed crimson, letting the darkness slowly overcome him. As the darkness completely swallowed him, he whispered through the sickly colored blood, "I wish I could have seen your smile just one more…time…Ienzo."

"Where the heck am I! Hello? Anyone there!" Dilan cried as his nightmare began. There was so much wind, he couldn't keep his footing any longer and was lifted into the breezy air. The sharp winds made his still-wet hair smack his face and neck repeatedly, making it red and slashed. He couldn't move, he could only ride the wind as it took him everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

He opened his mouth and shouted out, "Guys! Help me already!" But then found he couldn't bring his lips together again. The wind forced itself through his body and he couldn't breathe anymore. He gasped and coughed but couldn't get any air to his lungs. His heart started beating almost as fierce as the surrounding wind. He couldn't keep his eyes open any longer either, as the wind stung it too much. He tried to breathe once more, but it was useless. He relaxed as he finally accepted the surrounding darkness and thought, 'Has everything I've done…been for…nothing?'

Ienzo just lay there in the darkness, feeling his heartbeat slowdown dramatically. The darkness was playing tricks on his eyes; he could have sworn he just saw Braig there in the distance. Now Dilan, and was that Elaeus? But as soon as they appeared, they disappeared, making him doubt they were even there at all. Shadows of the darkness were everywhere and memories of his became illusions hidden behind those shadows. He wasn't sure what was happening, but one thing was for sure, he certainly wasn't in the lab anymore.

He didn't cry out, what was the point? He highly doubted anyone would respond anyway, and so there was no real reason to waste his breath. Speaking of his breath, it had almost completely stopped, making his chest practically burn with pain. He tried breathing through his mouth, but couldn't so instead thought to try his nose. As soon as he did though, he smelt dozens of different smells, and they overwhelmed him with the damp smell of forbidden darkness standing out the most. He gave up on his nose, unwilling to be overwhelmed with those strong scents again. His heartbeat slowed to almost nothing and he gave up on trying to breathe, finding that giving into the darkness was far easier. He managed to say one last thing however, before being lulled by the dark's peaceful lullaby, "Now, I can finally…rest."

Xehanort smiled as his nightmare presented itself. He found himself surrounded by nothing and no one. He was alone, completely and totally alone. And he accepted it. "At long last I have finally found it, the darkness I have searched for my entire life. The emptiness and despair I have been so longing for, made real by the fears of my own imagination." He laughed with iciness almost as dark and cold as his surroundings. He accepted this, even as his heart became silent and stopped its struggle to beat. He knew his colleagues must be experiencing something like this themselves and cried out to them, even though he knew they couldn't hear, "My friends, we shall go together!"

"Ugh, what happened?" Ienzo asked aloud as opened his heavy eyelids. He did just in time to see someone running toward him, screaming at the top of their lungs, "I'm blind! I'm blind!" Ienzo sat up just in time not to be trampled and watched as the man ran right into the laboratory wall, falling over backwards. Ienzo shook his head and got up, walking over to see if the person might need some assistance, not that he really cared or anything. It was, as he got closer, he realized it was Braig.

Well, that's it for now. And maybe ever unless I get reviews that say keep going. Well, bye bye and good night.