The Uprising

Taking a break from the Traitors, Rogues, and Replicas, this chapter shall be about the Loyalists, and their harborage of Luxord. I do hope you enjoy it. As you can see, the chapters are coming out faster now! Hooray! Oh, and if any of you are Drawn to Life fans as well, I have a fanfic in the works for that franchise. So, here is the thirteenth chapter of "The Uprising", and one character in particular shall feel exceedingly unlucky.

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Zexion sat quietly at a plain desk in a blank white room. Flanking him were two cloaked men: a scowling Saix and an overly eager Xigbar. The interrogation of the treacherous Luxord was to take place today, and all the supplies they needed were at their disposal. The doors across from the bluish gray-haired leader slid open smoothly, beckoning the appearance of Riku and Lexaeus, who were both dragging a ragged platinum blonde prisoner. The tenth member was looking quite a bit worse than he had upon arrival, although he retained the pompous smirk on his face.

With no resistance, Luxord was securely strapped to a metal chair. "Hello Luxord. Are you ready to enlighten us on your little operation?" Zexion drummed his fingers softly on the desk, waiting for a reply that would never come from his victim's cracked lips. "Let's not be rude. Speak up." Another moment of silence thwarted the Cloaked Schemer's attempt at manners. "Very well then," He said, rising and moving towards his captive. "Let's begin." Zexion grasped Luxord's brain and both of their eyes glowed bright purple.

"I shall tear your mind apart finding it!"

Luxord had thrived on order. It was the basis on which games were played. A game had rules, guidelines that would govern how it played out. Order gave purpose, and that is something all Nobodies long for. There was a finite number of cards in a deck and sides of a dice; no surprises when it came to content. There is beauty in perfection and Luxord strived to find it in the games he played, both with cards and people. Now this order that he had worked so hard to obtain was being picked apart piece by piece; chaos rising from his mental ashes with Zexion standing triumphant in its wake.

Welcome to my illusion, Gambler.

Luxord opened his eyes to find himself strapped to a roulette table, Zexion standing over him with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Awaken, Luxord, and feel the pain I have prepared for you to endure." The Cloaked Scheme spun the table with a wave of his hand, sending queasiness up the Gambler's throat. "How about a game of chance, old friend?" The table stopped, the environment changed, and the captive found himself bound to a stone table, a towel wrapped around his perspiration-covered face. "A bet should be placed, no doubt." Zexion paced around the table, nonchalantly reading from his lexicon. "The wager is your life. If you win you can enjoy it a bit longer, but if I am the victor, your mind shall be permanently shredded and your essence destroyed. The ball is in your court now. To win, all you have to do is tell me everything you know. Before we officially start, though, I'd like you to have a taste of what is to come." Liquid suddenly poured like a waterfall over Luxord's face, filling his lungs, chocking out his life. It may have been Luxord's mind, but the illusion was Zexion's domain, and he had total control over everything in it. With a snap of his fingers, the Cloaked Schemer made the water boarding cease.

Luxord felt the towel become removed as he sputtered and retched, trying to regain his breath. Drowning was far worse than he had ever expected it to be. "This can all end, you know." Zexion's grinning face appeared before him. "Just tell us what we need to know. What is Marluxia planning now that he has control over the Organization?" Luxord gasped for air until he found his voice. "I - wheeze –don't – gasp – know. He didn't- didn't disclose anything." Zexion shook his head disapprovingly and pounded his fist on the table. Cobalt blue bolts of pure voltage attacked the Gambler, an act that would've killed him had he been in physical form. The pain was the same though and Luxord didn't even have the privilege of passing out. With a closing hand gesture, Zexion halted the electrical attack. "Now, now," he scolded. "We must not tell lies. I'm going to ask one more time and if you don't cooperate I'm just going to take it from your mind. That would be quite a bit more painful. Tell me what Marluxia is planning." The Gambler once again tried to regain his composure, with minimal success. At last when he spoke, it was with much difficulty, and he had to pause to catch his breath often. "He desires… Supremacy over all of the worlds. Marluxia and Larxene are going to corrupt Kingdom Hearts and… And use it to amplify their abilities; becoming… Godlike." Zexion smiled and the scene changed again.

This time they were at a graveyard, tombs and fog everywhere. Luxord was standing before his torture master, feeling dejected, humiliated, and sick. Then Zexion kicked him backwards and his worst nightmare came to life. The tenth member fell into a deep grave, just big enough to fit him, but with no elbow room. Even as a Somebody, Luxord had severe claustrophobia. The thought of being trapped terrified him, and now the Cloaked Schemer had quite literally dug up this crippling fear and used it against him.

Next question!

Luxord could not see Zexion, but he knew he was skulking out there.

"You're bloody mad!" Screamed the Gambler, frantically trying to escape while roots curled towards him and kept him restrained. "I'll drag you to Hell!" Any hopes of retaining his self-control were gone now.

Manners, please. Whatever happened to that sophisticated gambler that joined the Organization so long ago? A ruse, no doubt. I see your true colors now. You thrive on order, I shall bring you chaos until all of those secrets you have safeguarded surface. I can see now that no amount of questioning will bring them out of you, as you have subconsciously locked them away. Merely a minor setback of course…

Zexion appeared, his upper half leaning over the edge.

"Your madness shall give me all of the solutions I seek."

Zexion's mind-bending sessions continued, each bringing an undisclosed piece of information to the Cloaked Schemer's waiting claws. When all had been discovered, Zexion ultimately won the game with a single round of Russian roulette, allowing the bullet to kill his plaything once and for all. Luxord's mind snapped and his body fizzled away to nothingness. Back in the physical world, the sixth member's glowing purple eyes blinked and his psyche returned to its vessel. The lifeless body in his hands dissolved and the four minions around him stared apprehensively and, in Riku's case, in slight horror.

"It is done."

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So, I decided to show how Luxord would behave if his nonchalant illusion was dissolved, and that's why his personality was so off. This chapter was rather unnerving to write, and that's why I didn't describe the rest of his interrogation in detail. Just use your imagination on what Zexion could've cooked up. I hope you enjoyed it (but not too much! Let's not be creepy now) and will continue reading and REVIEW! The next chapter will probably be about Roxas and Xion at the World That Never Was, but nothing is set in stone.