Hello! How was your Christmas? To those of you who don't celebrate Christmas, I hope you a had a good, erm...Tuesday. I'm so sorry it's been like, a week since I updated! But you know, the holidays...and stuff. Hahaha! I got Dream Drop Distance! So obsessed right now!
Anywayz...chapter 31! Oh btw, this is probably the second-to-last chapter!
Roxas~
There was no funeral for Cloud. No memorial.
But no wonder, really.
No one knew who he was.
I went around town telling people he was gone, asking who his parents were so I could call them. All I earned were confused looks and "Who's that?"s as well as a couple of "Back off ya hippy!"s.
I walked around the house, not really trying to accomplish much at all.
It was Christmas day.
I walked past Cloud's room, with it's door open. As I went by it, a glint of silver caught my eye.
I stuck my head inside the room, searching. There, leaning against the wall by the bed, was a sword.
It was almost as tall as I was, and the flat of the blade was very broad, at least a foot wide. I recognized it as the sword Xion held when they rescued me from AVALANCHE.
Suddenly, my will was not my own. Something made me close the two feet between us-me and the sword. This...whatever forced me to extend my arm, ligament by ligament, and grasp the handle.
It was very heavy, the sword, and difficult to carry, but I didn't really feel the strain.
I walked out of the house without locking or even closing the door, and got into Cloud's black Saturn.
I felt nervous, I couldn't drive! Then I regained my senses and thought: I don't even have the car keys. I'm not gonna drive.
But then I felt something cold solidify in my hand, in the same way my Keyblade does when I summon it.
The car key.
I stuck the piece of metal into the ignition and turned it. The engine rattled back to life.
Help...I thought as I shifted the gear to reverse, looked out the back window, and backed out.
I drove down Main Street, past Sunset and through Waterfall. The entire time I was shaking and, on the inside, freaking out.
What if a policeman sees me? Will this weird force talk me out of it? What am I even doing?
I was terrified.
"You should be." A voice said. It was sugary, but the sugar clogged up my throat and choked me.
I drove farther and farther out of town. Past the train station and the woods.
I came to a bridge. It was old, made out of dark brown wood. Freezing gray water with bits of ice shooting along rushed under the bridge.
No...no...I thought, realizing what the thing was going to make me do.
I backed up a little and turned so the car faced the side of the bridge.
I stepped on the gas pedal and shot forward.
Just as the front wheels bumped over the start of the bridge, my body came back into my control. I tried to break, but it wouldn't work.
I couldn't stop.
The front of the car broke through the wooden railing. The wood flew back and shattered the windshield.
I instinctively brought my hands up to cover my face.
"Ah!" I cried, as the bleak water came closer.
The car hit the river. The front bumper was crushed on impact, the tires popped.
The car flipped so I fell out, but I was trapped under the car. Using my strength, I pushed it off of myself and tried to swim away but the river was deep and the current was strong. The water froze me, straight to the bone.
I was swept down stream, being tossed head-over-heels and dashed against rocks and pieces of ice.
Cold. I was so cold.
I felt another pull and saw I was coming to a waterfall! I tried to grab rocks and roots, but my hands were frozen.
Then, I was launched out of the water and into open air.
"AH-AHH!"
'This is it. I am going to die' I thought as the cold water sprayed my face, but I didn't really feel it.
As I fell, I twisted in the air. My hand hit something hot and sharp. I looked up and saw a flash of silver.
The sword.
I tried to grab it, tumbling through the air but it was always just out of reach. My fingertips just barely brushed against the reddish leather grip and I went through moment of euphoria.
But then it stuck in the stone behind the water.
I don't know if it was fear, cold, or what, but I felt total and complete calm.
Did that mean I was about to die?
~x~
Roxas fell six stories to the water below, busting his back on the water. The impact caused pain beyond belief, not to mention shattering several bones.
The water was calmer, so he sank to the bottom, unable to swim in his condition. He tried to just float back up, but some strange force, the same one that had gotten him in that situation, held him down.
Roxas struggled, trying to break free, but only succeeded in scraping his arms on the rocky bottom and clouding the water with blood.
He was fighting unconsciousness due to blood loss and oxygen shortage. The boy knew if he passed out, he would never wake again.
"Xion..."
Her name escaped his mouth in a large bubble. It floated to the top and broke, the message echoed into the water and air.
Even though he was underwater, Roxas kept his eyes open. Now, strange neon purple spots swam around in front of him.
He heard several little pops and felt a weird, burning pain in his face and wrists.
The pain flared up, faded, flared up, faded for about twenty more seconds before stopping.
The pattern would have gone on for much longer, but Roxas fainted. The sharp throb in his arms and back, along with the fire concealed under his face became too much for the boy.
~x~
Roxas opened his eyes to find himself in a white...space. There seemed to be a floor, on which the blonde laid.
He was in a lot of pain, and blood leaked from his arms onto the white floor. He heard a distinct tapping behind him. A fair-skinned hand rested on the boy's right shoulder, immediately relieving all pain in that arm.
He turned to see his mother, smiling serenely down at him. Then, her face and her body flickered and she became Xion.
The smile stayed the same.
Xion pulled him up and began leading him toward a piece of white nothing. Roxas then noticed her clothes: a long black coat that reached the floor, a hood attached to the back. The hem was muddy and ripped.
"Xion!" He called. She didn't stop.
"Are you dead?" The blonde asked, worried. The girl ceased walking. Without looking at him, she shook her head.
"Am...am I dead?"
For a moment, Xion did nothing. Then, she turned to face Roxas.
"No," She said, her voice sounding like a combination of Aerith's and her own.
"Not yet."
X
Not yet...oooh...hehe...will I kill him? Find out in the next chapter...'till then, Merry Christmas and a happy New Year and all that jazz.