The Uprising
The battle for the Organization is over and the revolutionists have emerged victorious! The story is not nearly over yet, though, because there are still quite a few loose ends to tie up. I am now proud to present the tenth chapter of "The Uprising". I must warn you that there will be quite a bit of violence coming up, so be prepared. Oh, and there might be a few mild BbS spoilers as well, but nothing too major! I do hope you enjoy this addition to the story and continue following it, even though it is more of a setting-up-for-the-future-chapter. If you have time, don't forget to review!
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Saix stalked the corridors of Castle Oblivion, his footsteps echoing throughout the citadel. He was a failure, a disgrace to the name of the Organization. In the heat of battle, the Luna Divider fled to save his own life from the cold blade of Sora. Now, to avoid imminent doom, he has come to the castle of memories, the former domain of Marluxia, in order to find out who of Loyalists survived the battle. When he finally reached the end of the long, dark hallway, Saix slowly opened the door to a former comrade's quarters.
"Ah, Saix, I knew it would only be a matter of time before you came slithering back."
Zexion was extremely pleased with himself. Sitting proudly at a beautifully-crafted ivory desk and flanked by his two minions, Lexaeus and Riku, the Cloaked Schemer smirked at the cowardly Loyalist before him. "I suppose you are surprised to see me here." He continued as Saix looked even more uncomfortable than before. "As if I didn't know you had me sent here to die! It seems the tables have turned at last." The former second-in-command glared at his new leader and was about to make a nasty retort when the opening of a door halted him.
Xigbar walked in, his usual cocky attitude in place, hauling a hog-tied Luxord behind him, the Gambler trying to wriggle out of his bonds with no success. "Good morning, all." He said, securely tying his captive to a nearby pillar. "I brought us a new playmate." Luxord immediately spouted off a number of insulting comments that were quickly discontinued by the insertion of a large gray sock. Zexion chuckled, his day improving by the second. "Excellent work, Xigbar. Luxord's information on the rebels shall be invaluable to our cause. This should prove easy enough . . . With a bit of persuasion of course. Riku, would you go fetch me the interrogation supplies?"
Luxord hadn't experienced fear since the moment he had lost his heart, but the sensation the Gambler of Fate experienced now felt a lot like it.
Namine woke up screaming. Sora, who had been at her bedside at every opportunity, tried to calm her, gently blotting her sweat-covered face with a grey handkerchief. The girl murmured incoherently about flocks of geese engulfed in purple flames until she finally calmed down enough to rest once more. The wounds inflicted by Larxene were not the cause of her woes, however, as they had begun to heal with the proper medication applied. The source of Namine's sleepless nights and haunting dreams was guilt. It was her fault that Sora had met such a fate, and she was bent on setting it right once more.
Namine was clever about her methods and knew that if she began re-altering the Keybearer's memories immediately, Larxene and Marluxia would take notice and thwart her efforts. So she began to work on another, whose heart was deeply connected to Sora's and would never stop searching for him once the truth was known.
Kairi's memories were beginning to surface.
She barely noticed it at first, brushing it off as unexplained déjà vu or some distant recollection of a childhood story. However, Kairi began to experience the flashbacks more and more often. Snatches of voices and glimpses of a boy's face were the most common cases, but there were others as well, such as a blue-haired woman that wielded an over-sized key.
Who could these people be?
Larxene stood in the center of Where Nothing Gathers, the thrones towering over her. Each one was vacant, all of their former occupants either dead or elsewhere. With a shrug and a devilish gleam in her eyes, Larxene clenched her fists, electrical energy coursing through her veins. At last, the power overflowed within her, and unleashed itself. Lightning erupted throughout the room, shattering parts of the white thrones, sending many crashing to the ground or cracked beyond repair. When the voltage finally subsided, the chamber was in ruins.
As the dust settled, Marluxia came into view, impassively observing his partner's carnage. Larxene grinned at her masterpiece. "I was thinking we could redecorate, Marly." Ignoring the nickname, the Graceful Assassin responded, his voice echoing along the circular wall. "Sora's power is great, but if our conquest of the worlds is to be complete, his strength must grow. Currently, there are three rogue agents: Roxas, Axel, and Xion, who chose neither side when the battle begun." Larxene seemed to perk up at the eighth member's name, but did not interrupt as her leader paced about the wrecked assembly room. "From what I have gathered, Roxas and Xion are both fragments of our little hero. I want you to retrieve them, so that they may become a single entity once more. Sora's power will be unparalleled once they are contained within him once more." Larxene summoned her knives in agreement, but before heading out, she asked a single question about the mission before her. "What of Axel?"
"Destroy him."