Author's Note: Thank you JiaLingy and Pristachio for getting me out of my writer's block! And sorry for the delay.
006 – Merry All Hollow's Eve Part One
Falling for you… where ever you are…
He stood in the shadows, inhaling sharply every time her tired, chocolate colored eyes fell upon him, sighing in relief as she looked away.
"So how long have you been here?" Lily huffed as she plopped onto her bed. She could finally make out a figure in the wake of her closet door, which had been left ajar from the night before.
"Not as sharp as before, eh Lix?" a hooded figure strode, crossing its arms around its chest, "Well you can't be expected to, seeing as you lost your memories…"
It placed a gloved hand on its head, "Come back with me now, and maybe Xenmas wouldn't give you such a harsh punishment" he tried convincing her.
"Who are you?" she inquired with harshness dripping in her once melodious voice.
"Why so harsh Lixi-chan?" the soft tenor voice lifted through the cold silence in the room, "That really pains me!" he continued sarcastically. He started to stroll toward her. His stride quickened as he placed his hands on his hips, "You have to come back!" sadness plaguing his voice, he grabbed her wrist, "Come back"
"Please, let go of me…" she cried in fright by the sudden move. The hooded man took a step back, bringing her to her feet.
"Let go of me…" she said trying to loosen his grip, "Please, let go…." she pleaded.
He didn't respond; a knock was heard "Hey, Lily? Are you alright in there?" it was Sora.
The hooded figure summoned a ploom of darkness, Lily still captive.
She struggled to get free; as her last resort she bit him on the hand.
"Yeowwch!" he screamed in agony, falling back into the darkness.
"Ouch!" she cursed under her breath, landing on the floor next to her bed.
A knock was heard again, "Lily? You okay in there?" it was Sora again, this time his voice plagued with concern.
He knocked again. Silence. Then, a scream.
"Lily I'm Coming In!" Sora roared. He slammed his fist on to the switch, releasing the lock on her door.
She lay motionless on the ground in a fetal position, clutching her head in pain with her eyes shut tightly; her skin, a ghastly pale. Her body began to quiver as her lips moved to words no one could hear.
Darkness. For miles, all she could see was darkness. A gust of wind; a flash of light.
"Please?" she pleaded.
"If you shut up!" retorted her pyromaniac friend.
The two were standing in his room surrounded by billions of waxy candles. He let out a frustrated sigh. Her blue eyes lit up with joy as all the candles simultaneously lit with a flick of a finger.
"Can I leave now?" the now slightly annoyed Axel said while marching toward his door. She, still assembled on his couch, recovering from her injury, sat up wincing with pain. She stumbled toward the door.
"Hey, Roxas!" she saluted her friend as she leaned past Axel's arm. He gave her a hard look. Roxas still walking ignored her.
"What's wrong with Roxas?" her blue orbs were filled with concern. No answer.
"Axel!" she demanded for an answer, "What's wrong with Roxas?"
Silence. "Axel!" she screamed slamming her fist on his chest, "Tell Me!" she grabbed his collar, she held back tears of worry, "Tell me…" it was barely a whisper.
She started after him, only to be held back. She looked toward Axel, "Let go of me…" she growled.
"You can't go after him…I don't want to loose another friend…" his gaze dropped to the floor.
"I'm sorry Axel…when we meet again…I hope you can forgive us…" she made an attempt to cheer up her friend. He wouldn't look her in the eye, "If… we meet again…"
"I'm sorry…" she apologized. She brought his hand to her lips. Suddenly her pearly white teeth sunk into his hand.
He screamed in anguish and cursed at his former friend and ally, now enemy of the organization.
She was running.
Thomp. Thomp. Thomp.
The rain fell against the cobblestone road in the dark inner city.
Thomp. Thomp. Thomp.
Her footsteps echoed across the street.
Patter. Patter. Patter.
The rain fell harder.
Patter. Patter. Patter.
She slipped.
Splash!
She attempted to climb to her feet, but couldn't find her strength.
Splash!
She laid on the ground, pain stinging her chest.
A figure loomed over her, face unrecognizable.
Her vision slowly faded…
Her eyes shot open while she sat up groaning in pain. Cold sweat ran down her face as her hair stuck to her cheeks. Sora, asleep in a chair beside her bed, was awoken by the sudden motion under his fingertips.
She brought a shaky hand to her head as the pain started to weaken.
"What's the matter?"
Her shaky voice filled the now quite silent cabin, "…Memories…they haunt…they haunt me!"
Sora, taking back by the sudden outburst, endeavored to calm her, "Wha- what memories?"
Her eyes widened, if I tell Sora I'm part of the organization then…then what am I suppose to do?
"Memories of things I wished to never come back…" she continued, "Memories Roxas and I suppressed for so long…"
These cursed memories…ideas popped everywhere she turned.
Compassion overcame him, he wrapped his arms around her, whispered, "Life is cruel…"
She shuddered. Tears rolled down her damp features. She let out a whimper and nodded.
Sora ran his fingers through her brown curls as she wept, wept for so many things. Her thoughts started to wander.
Soon, she fell into a deep slumber. Sora continued to stroke her hair, till he heard a faint tapping sound outside of the room, beyond door, beyond the ship.
Sora, being as curious as he is, left her room in search for this mysterious sound.
The next morning Donald bombarded into Lily's room, incoherent quaking filled the ship, a screech, then complete, utter silence.
When Goofy trudged over to see what in the name of the good king was going on, he was met by an unconscious duck and a breathless Lily, death gripping a pillow.
An instant later Sora appeared at the end of the hallway.
"We're here…"
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An ominous mist filled a dark and chilling graveyard. Soft orange glows were scattered about as four towering figures loomed over a bright glowing ghost dog.
"Hey Zero!" Sora said running up to the translucent creature, as it disappeared he looked towards Lily and smiled, revealing fangs. His once twinkling blue eyes now were shadowed, glazed and menacing. She stumbled back in fright, bumping into Donald, who now was severed and mummified. She let out an ear piercing scream.
Donald started to quack madly. She was roughly lifted by the arm by a strong, tall grip. She looked up, toward the creature that elevated her. Lily's eyes grew large when she saw that Goofy has a huge metal screw bulging out of his head. He gave her his signature ridiculousgrin. When he let her to her feet she realized she wasn't wearing her usual attire.
Her dress was made of a pale gold silk with black lace falling lazily around her chest and waist and revealed her shoulders. Her long brown curls were pulled into a large puffy bun held together by a single burette that matched her dress. And her chunky black army boots seemed a size too large for her, but fit snugly to her feet. One of her hands had been gloved by a white rough cloth with a black pattern printed on it. She looked at her other hand and was shocked at what she saw, her hand seemed normal besides the fact that her nails where black and claw like.
She scanned the area around her and saw a green glow through the mist. Lily sprinted toward, what she later learned, a fountain and the center of Halloween Town.
She leaned forward only to see a different the face staring straight back at her. Her eyes where shadowed and gleamed with malice, small fangs were visible past her cut lip, and her skin had turned so pale that she seemed as though she was porcelain. A smirk formed as she turned around to see the trio positioned near a tall gate.
"You there! What do you think you're doing! Stay away from that fountain!" yelled a voice in caution.
The four friends glanced around to see a figure with a cone shaped head wobbling toward them.
"Why should I?" retorted Lily.
"Because I am the elected administrated official of this town!," cried the mayor.
"Now mayor; is that any way to treat guests of the King of Halloween?" said a booming voice that echoed through Guillotine Square. Everyone looked around searching for the source of the voice.
"Now Jack, it was only for the safety of the girl!" replied the mayor.
A very tall, slim figure strode out of the shadows of the guillotine, "Sora! It has been too long!" cried the figure in joy.
"Hey look! Its Jack Skellington!" cried the floating portion of Donald's dismembered body.
"Jack who--?" questioned Lily.
"Jack Skellington," he replied with a dip with his head, "King of Halloween."