So if you haven't caught on all three Chapter 8 parts together form a sentence, hopefully y'all will get it ;D
Here's the second part to Part 1, Melodious, (previously Dancing and Nocturne but changed after some thought), this one is pretty long I think, and hopefully it will catch your attention, its #3 among my favorite chapters. You should also use the appropriate music if you have it XD it helps.
Also, I'm very surprised at the lack of responses for the previous Chapter when Axel took Hojo's experiment and spat it in his face, I expected angry fangirls at my doorstep...makes me wonder...O.o...oh well...
Bring it on!!!!
Chapter VIII:Part II: Silent
"Are you sure you're all right?" Olette asked as they walked toward the apartment buildings in the Twilight District, west of the Tram Common.
"I'm fine…I guess I still wasn't all right from the cat-thing…" he answered, his right arm to his chest while his left hand massaged his temples.
"All right…" the girl said, not totally believing him.
"So, is this the place?" Demyx asked, looking at a rundown building, it's windows boarded up, a giant 'keep out' sign on the door in bold red.
"Let's see…" Hayner said, mumbling as he went through his notepad "…right! Abandoned apartment building in the west part of Tram Common" he smiled "Let's go!" he exclaimed, but Zexion stood in front of all three.
"You're staying here," he told them sternly, with a smirk, their responses to be expected.
"Why not?" Hayner whined.
"Who'll take the pictures?" Pence asked.
"It can't be that bad…" Olette sighed.
"I'm not risking it, a mad person is in there, all right?" he kept his ground, he wouldn't be swayed.
"Besides, I'll be there too so you don't have to worry about him" Demyx smiled.
"You kill one monster and now you're all gung-ho" the man smirked.
"I was awesome!" the blonde stated.
"I didn't see it…" he chuckled, the others in unison answered: "You were passed out"
"That's besides the point…" he cleared his throat "…You're not going, period"
"Fine…" they sighed.
Zexion and Demyx turned and headed toward the building, they looked upward, it looked about to crumble one of these days.
"Are you sure we even want to go in there?" Demyx asked.
"Sadly yes…" the lilac haired man answered, opening the door which creaked loudly as it opened, he felt something shift inside but it left quickly.
As they came inside and the door behind them was shut it seemed they were in a completely different world. In contrast to Twilight Town's cheery and peaceful feeling this simple room was dark, dreary and filled with negative energy.
"I think I'm going to hurl…" Zexion said, trying to hold back his breakfast.
"What's wrong?" Demyx asked.
"The smell…it's fucking strong in here…I can't stand it…sadness, loneliness, pain and agony, not to mention the repressed darkness…" he mumbled, walking on the dusty marble floor.
Demyx took a whiff and all he did was sneeze, loudly, he didn't smell anything.
The room they were in was fairly large for the first floor of an apartment complex, there were paintings, covered in dust scattered near the walls, three in the far wall and a few on the floor. Spider webs that seemed for a fairly sized monster spider, as well as trails of dust, and a few wooden crates, a table, in the middle, which once upon a time must have looked decent with the candles and red cloth over it, a book case also adorned the far wall, dusty tomes left forgotten.
"Start looking…" the detective said in a nasal voice, he was holding his nose; Demyx chuckled but did as he was told.
Demyx decided to open the crates, he opened one of them, fairly easily to his surprise and inside it were empty wine bottles "Nothing special here…" he thought.
Zexion looked over the table, there were no apparent doors in the room, so there had to be a trap door of some sort "Nothing here…" he thought "Did you find anything?" he asked.
"Just a big rat!" he yelled, falling backward, getting a laugh out of Zexion "Hey, you laughed…" he smiled.
"What of it?" he smirked.
"I think it's the first time I hear it, other than the little 'I'm better than you chuckle'" Demyx told him.
"Huh…well…" he clicked his tongue, annoyed, he didn't think of himself better than other people, it was just a little obvious at times; Example A: Demyx tripped over a loose board and hit his chin, then groggily limped over a chair which broke under his weight and then almost fell on Zexion, and missed, trying to get him to stop laughing his ass off "T-This…" he coughed, trying to stop "I-Is a serious…hehe…investigation…" he cleared his throat, a small on his face "We need to keep quiet otherwise whomever is in here will know" he took a deep breath and his stoic look returned, though a small hint of glee was present.
"…You're…the biggest jackass I've met…" Demyx pouted.
"Why?" he asked.
"You didn't help me up!" he argued childishly.
"You're a grown man, get yourself up" he chuckled, almost on the verge of laughing again, he kind of tipped to the side and bonked his head on a chain that poked out of the ceiling "Ow…" he said, rubbing his head "What's this?" he tugged on it and a creaking sound was heard, he stepped backwards considerably and a staircase came out of the top left corner of the room "Well what do you know…you're actually useful Demyx…" he smirked "Demyx?" he asked, turning around, there was no answer and no Demyx in sight "Dem?" he asked, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up.
A vicious odor permeated the room and flared up Zexion's nostrils and it threatened to make him faint, a dust of green, purple and white entered the room as well, he fell to his knees feeling light headed.
"De-Demyx…" he called out, he finally saw him, he was walking up to him.
As he walked up to him, Zexion noticed his eyes, which had an odd look to him, but no time was granted to him to even blink as Demyx aggressively raised him by the neck and rammed him against the wall, choking him. Zexion felt his body go limp, his legs off from the floor, he looked at the usually cheerful man who had a murderous face.
"You stupid bitch!" he yelled "Wretch…disgrace, you're nothing but trouble!" Demyx yelled, his vice grip tightening.
"Dem-Dem….-yx…" the smaller man choked out.
"You destroyed me!" he yelled again, flinging Zexion with ease toward the table.
The young man smacked his head against it and fell on the floor, he felt a hot liquid fall down slowly from it, he was bleeding. He coughed and coughed trying to get air back to his lungs and his reddened face; he couldn't believe what he was seeing, Demyx practically just tried to kill him, but something was off: he wasn't talking about him, he was talking about someone else, a woman specifically "He's been possessed…" he thought, wriggling away from the man stalking up to him.
"Don't you dare walk away from me and look at me when I'm talking to you!" he yelled once more "You filthy bitch…horrendous monster…I should've killed you the minute that bitch of your mother left me!" he grabbed Zexion again who still couldn't find his bearings, he then was slapped repeatedly by him, hard, unrelenting, a side of him the lilac haired man had never thought he'd see, even though he was possessed, this strength was his own, so was the murderous glare, if he ever remembered the Shinra man he used to be, would it be like this? A thought that shook and saddened him to his core.
Again he was tossed to the ground, Zexion coughed blood, he felt battered and bruised, and he heaved and huffed for air, more of that dust permeating his being, but his mind and will too strong to be subdued.
"Stop…" he whispered, looking over the towering Demyx.
"I'll finish you for good…" Demyx growled, picking the smaller man up his shoulders.
"Stop it! Damn it!! This isn't like you!!!" Zexion yelled, the other's grip tightening "Wake up you big oaf!" he growled "Aerora!" he yelled once more, a giant of wind formed around Zexion and blasted Demyx to the ground.
~o~
Hayner, Pence and Olette waiting impatiently outside the building. The young girl sat reading a Nancy Duck book, while Hayner kept ranting on the differences between Zexion and Demyx, while Pence kept taking pictures of the building. They then began to hear crashes, a little laughter and then glass piercing yells.
"Zexion!" they expressed, running to the door.
"Open up!" Hayner yelled banging on it hard, trying to open it.
"Demyx! Zexion!" Olette called out.
"We have to get in there!" Pence said, helping his blonde friend with the door, but it was no use, it was sealed tight.
"Come on!" Hayner said, running toward the street "We need to get Chief Wallace" his friends nodded and ran toward the Tram, trying to keep their thoughts positive on their friends survival.
~o~
Zexion knelt on the floor, his breathing now slow and steady, his body shook and the feeling in his arms returned slowly. He put his hand into the sleeve of his coat and took out a bundle of small leaves, putting it on the back of his neck and face "Curaga…" he said, shakily, a light glow pouring out from the small leaf and into the wounds, closing them. He then took out his lexicon and out came a single page, he flicked it in his hand and turned into a small fan "Esuna…" another spell, small winds flew around the room, cleansing it from the dust, which didn't dissipate completely.
"…Damn…" he sighed "…I knew this wasn't going to be easy but…" he then looked at Demyx, passed out on the floor, his arms bleeding as was his left cheek "…I knew you might turn on me one day, but…not now…I didn't expect it now…I told you…damn it…" his mind didn't understand why, he hadn't known the man long enough to have any emotional attachment, but his heart felt so heavy he couldn't bear it "…Moron…letting yourself get possessed like that…" he sniffed, walking over to him "Cura…" he said, taking out a second leaf and curing the wounds on the man "Stay here…" he whispered "I'll be back…this person obviously has issues" he took a deep breath and calmed himself, he needed to be ready for anything, otherwise, they'd probably never get out.
~o~
Zexion walked up the secret stairs, the dark odor more apparent as he walked up. When he got up there only another dark room waited for him, cloth everywhere, on the ceiling, on the floor, and to the far back a giant portrait of a man with short silver hair, violet eyes and a strong chin, a man of stature. He walked slowly, his boots slightly creaking on the floor; he winced and stopped, waiting for something to happen.
"Who's there?" said a female voice, shaky in its question.
Zexion took a deep breath and walked up to the woman and stared: a Sorceress. A woman with flowing silver hair greeted him, her eyes were golden, the sign of deep darkness and as a sign of her sorcery she had a pair of black angel wings on her back, as well as two wing-like horns on her head. The young woman, battered and beaten, sobbed to herself and was clothed in a red almost blood like linen sheet.
"My name is Zexion…" he began "…Are you here all alone?" he asked.
"Are…you like me?" she asked, shakily "…an abomination?" she asked him.
"I…" he looked away then sighed "You could say that…" he took two gentle steps forward, her tear stained eyes never looking away "I've come to take you from this place" he told her.
"No, no…" she said, shocked, she continued the words then said "I cannot leave…daddy will…he will…no, I cannot leave…"she insisted.
"Where is he?" he asked.
"Right here…in my arms you see…" she chuckled darkly "Daddy…was so mean…" her mood changed, he noted, first she spoke like a docile wounded animal, but now she sounded childlike and psychotic "…I just couldn't stand it anymore…" she giggled "So…I…I…oh…daddy!" she wailed sobbing into the red cloth.
"…Well…" Zexion took out his lexicon and pages floated around him, stopping in certain places around him "…Let me see the truth…allow me to see through your eyes…" he draws a card from his sleeve, tall and blue "Ancient knowledge show me the way…Ramuh come forth!" the card begins to crackle and fizzle, lighting forming around him, the pages again being to scatter.
"What are you doing!?" the woman yelled in a panic.
"This is my power…to dig up the illusions of the past …even if my own are a mystery" he whispered the last, cursing his powers again like he's done so many times before "Allow me to know…" he told her calmly "…so I may release you…" a jolt of lighting struck the woman, she bolted up and clung to the wall behind her, the portrait of her father on looming over her.
~o~
The room began to shift considerably, a desk was now in front of Zexion, as well as a giant bookcase all around, the picture was still there in all its glory and a man sat on a big chair behind the desk, looking at some papers, his hair short, dark and messy from exhaustion.
A knock was heard on the door then was quickly opened, a small girl appeared, her hair an ebony color that shone blue and dark eyes.
"Daddy!" she exclaimed happily "Mommy got me this new dress, see?" she said twirling around.
The man looked up from his work and smiled "That's very pretty Alie" he told her, his voice soft but strong, like a good father would sound, Zexion thought.
A woman of blue eyes and brown hair came inside "Honey…" the woman said cautiously.
"What is it?" he asked, concerned.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?" she asked, and then kneeled down "Could you wait downstairs for Mommy, Alie? Mommy and Daddy are going to talk, okay?"
"All right…" the little girl sighed and left.
"What is it?" the man asked.
But then the image shifted quickly, apparently the girl hadn't been there, never heard the conversation.
The image shifted to another room, the kitchen it seemed. The girl, now a young girl about 10 years old, looked for some cookies in the jar, when she heard the front door open, her Dad had come home, but then, her mother ran down the stairs.
"Where have you been?!" she yelled "You're late! Why weren't you here on time? Do you know what could have happened?" she went on.
"Don't get hysterical…" the man sighed, annoyed "…Things have been busy at the office, once things settle down I'll try and…" but then he was silenced by a vicious slap.
"No! Do you know what could have happened if you weren't here?!" she asked, now hysterical "I don't want to harm anybody…I didn't ask for this…I don't want these…powers! I don't want to go mad! You are my Knight for Hyne's sake!" she yelled, but then she was pinned to the wall viciously.
"Don't touch me again…" he growled "…I didn't fucking tell you to get some filthy sorceress to give you her powers and because of your idiocy I do not want any crap, all right? I have to provide for this family, for our daughter, now back off!" he yelled, leaving her and going upstairs.
"You fool! What if I suddenly hurt the girl!?" she yelled, the man turned and had a vicious look to him.
"What did you say…?" he asked in disbelief, but as soon as he did the image shifted once more.
~o~
"The woman got her powers from an unknown sorceress on the verge of death and became hysterical because of it. The psychological shock from gaining the knowledge of Hyne is great and can easily lead one to madness, to use his or her powers for evil, and only a Knight, a person who loves him or her deeply can keep this from happening…but apparently…the woman was too hysterical and the man unforgiving…they couldn't control the other…" Zexion thought.
~o~
The next scene shifted to a basement, Alie's mother chained into a stone wall, an Odine generator was placed there, sealing the woman's powers.
"Mom…" the girl said, now pretty much a teen "I brought you some lunch…" she said, a tray of hot food with her.
The woman, a shell of her former self, twitched at the light and the cold, her skin had turned half black, her hair was spiked and silver, and the deformation had spread considerably.
"…Daddy says that…" the girl began "He's sorry for doing this…and that…you gave him no choice…but, you do know he still loves you, right? And so do I" she smiled, the only comfort her mother had. She gave her the tray and the woman went for it, fang like teeth in her mouth, she devoured everything.
"It seems she has taken a Beastly power within herself, the woman looks nothing like a human…maybe that's why her daughter is like that now..."Zexion thought.
"…You bitch…" the woman growled.
"Mom?" the girl winced.
"You little slut…" she went on "…I bet you love the attention he gives you…how he pampers you and gives you gifts…but he'll only turn on you…" she laughed, like a hyena would "Tell me child…does he pleasure you as well? He is a sick man that Father of yours…"
"Mother!" the girl yelled "How dare you!?"
"Don't you raise your voice at me!" she growled, lunging at her daughter.
"Stop!" the girl yelled, holding her at bay with the tray she had managed to snatch.
"All of you! You ruined me! Look at what you did to me!" she wailed.
"Mom! Stop!" the girl sobbed.
"I'll end it all! All of it!" she ranted.
She then took the tray from the girl, who ran a few steps back, knowing the chain was short. The woman snarled and threw the tray with great force at the generator; it sizzled and fizzed until its hum was gone. She cackled bitterly, knowing the powers she was cursed with were now at her command.
"And now…my dear daughter…you die!" she yelled, but a loud crack silenced her: the girl held a handgun in her hands and shot her mother.
"I'm tired of this!" she cried "Please mom…just…rest in piece…" her knees wobbled and she fell on them, trying to hold back her bile; had she really just shot her own mother?
"Wretched…fool…" the woman heaved "…you just sealed your fate…" she fell to the ground and started to dissipate "…Now…you'll be a monster as well…hated by that man you claim to love…" she laughed and laughed until she was nothing and a large burst of energy pierced the girl: she was now a Sorceress cursed with the power of her own insane mother.
"Daddy!" the girl yelled, running up the stairs quickly, she slammed the door open and fell to her knees "Daddy…she…" she cried.
Her father's eyes widened "No…" he whispered, her daughter looked nothing like she did before now, her hair was silver, and her eyes were a yellow color, her soft hands turned clammy and blue "You bitch!" the man yelled, stomping toward her "What did you do!?" he asked her, his voice louder.
"I-I…" she whimpered, her loving father, now a raving lunatic, shaking her viciously.
"Tell me!"
"I…Killed her…" she whispered "…She kept saying bad things about you and…" he then dropped the girl like a bomb.
"You idiot!" he yelled; "Now this madness won't end! Stupid girl!" he then began beating her viciously.
~o~
The vision returned to the dank room, the girl, now a woman still in her place.
"How sad…" Zexion sighed as he looked on, a tear escaping his eye "If only they would have been more understanding of each other, maybe, it would have been different…but…how long was this?" he thought.
"I've…lived for decades…" the woman, now Alie, said, "…Time is nothing in my hands…"
"I see…" the young detective nodded "…Well…I'll release you here and now…" he said, new pages flowed rapidly out of his seemingly eternal lexicon and stuck themselves around the area of the woman, forming a star pattern "A little spell of my own design, to extract a Sorceress' power…hopefully it'll work…" he said, unsure "Restrain yourself now…Return to the flow…Magic unwanted…Madness undone…Flow to the sky, Alexander! Cleanse with your light and remove the Darkness within!" he called out, a beautiful male angel was depicted in the card and it shone brightly.
"N-No…I shall not…You shall not take Father away from me!" the woman yelled "I am not Alie…that wretch of a girl…she burned in the pits of hell the day I was kursed…I am Sorceress Ultimecia!" she stated, her power flowing completely.
"She's powerful!" his eyes widened at the realization, he was then blasted to the wall by a dark energy ball, a Graviga spell that threatened to pummel him into the wall "D-Damn…" he had dropped his lexicon, which began to flutter on it's own, a second one appeared and swallowed Zexion, then dropped him where he once stood "That…was new…" he thought, but quickly dismissed it as more of those spells were lunched at him "Reflect!" he called out, a shield of light that repelled the spells surrounded him, but it began to crack the minute the third spell hit.
"You shall not subdue me, young one!" she said, standing, the cloth hanging loosely on her naked body, her wings spread wide, she held a massive energy in her hand and looked wickedly at him "Maelstrom!" a giant dark hole threatened to swallow the room, she then fell to her knees, the seal taking effect.
"Damn it all!" he cursed out loud "To cover the light…Darkness unwind…come forth, Diablos!" a third card was taken out, a devil depicted in it, a dark cloud formed around Zexion and rushed at the dark spell, quickly negating it, causing everything inside to shake violently.
~o~
"They're over here!" Hayner said, police cars rushing to the apartment.
"All right, all right" a burly man sighed, large in stature with short black hair and skin, he held a navy blue uniform as well, the chief of police, Barret Wallace "Now, where's the emo kid?" he asked.
"In there…" Olette said, pointing to the building.
Watching the commotion, a girl with long brown hair and green eyes and a gentle expression approached them, and looked at Barret.
"There's something massive going on in there…Shinra might come for it soon…" she said.
"Aerith!" Barret said gladly "I didn't know you were in town!" he smiled.
"You know me, going where the wind takes me" she answered "But really…Barret…I think whomever's in there is in trouble, you can't feel it but I can sense it, the terrible crackling of magic…" she was about to elaborate more when her mobile rang "Yes? Oh…" she said in surprise "Yes, I'll meet you there" she then looked at the burly man "I have to go, we'll go to lunch soon, I promise, I'm dying to see Marlene"
"A'ight, see ya" the man waved, with his left hand as the girl left.
"Who's she?" Pence asked.
"An old friend, now…what do we do about him?" Barret pointed to the building.
"I guess…we wait…" Olette sighed, all three of them did, not knowing what was happening inside killed them, and not knowing made Barret itchy and sweaty in the wrong places, his right hand itching to be used.
~o~
Zexion panted as beads of sweat poured down his brow and back, he felt the pain of having been flung around by Demyx still, and the Graviga spell as well, and having had to summon three Aeons was not easy either, making for a grumpy and very tired man.
"Holy angel hear me…cleanse this place of the dark stench…free this soul from her torment…Madeen aid me!" he turned the Alexander card around and a female angel appeared to his left side, joining the male one to his right "Holy Judgment!" he called out, both angels pierced the seal with their magic, the woman wailed in pain as her wings were torn apart and her magic slipped away.
"Curse you!" she yelled.
Light and energy crackled in the room, it shook the building and was even felt outside, making Barret try to pry the building in any way but had no luck, yet.
The smoke cleared, the pages were torn and burned, and Zexion heaved heavily and was on all fours, sweat pouring from his brow. He held the three summon cards in his hand, blank for now as they regain their powers "I think…I was a little over my head…" he thought, panting.
"Haha…" he heard a laugh, he couldn't believe it "Yes, I'm still alive," she laughed.
"I really am over my head," he thought once more, eyes widening.
She staggered forward, her look demonic, though her wings began to fall apart "I shall rip you limb from limb…and feast on your flesh…" she stated.
"Damn it!" he cursed, the woman growled and lunged at him, but Zexion reacted quickly and reached for his lexicon and out of it pulled a black javelin and stabbed Ultimecia through the heart. Blood spurt from the wound, hitting him in the face, he took it out, her face in utter shock, and more blood spilled. She fell on her knees and looked at peace, finally. Zexion caught her and held her as she slowly slipped away.
"I only wanted us to be a family…I never understood why Father never loved Mother even though she was a Sorceress, or why Mom worried so much…if they loved each other, why did it matter?" she asked.
"They were human in the end…they couldn't handle their reality…back then…being a Sorceress was burden, and even now…I'm sorry…" he apologized.
"No…I thank you…but…you've doomed yourself now…" she said, raising a bloodied hand to his face, noticing the missing half "You…"
"I'll be fine, don't worry…" he assured her, as she began to dissipate and vanish, a burst of magic power pierced Zexion, making him choke "Maybe…not…" he tried to breathe, his
lungs feeling hot, he then noticed, his mysterious lexicon began to move, the first pages, those illegible and unknown pages to even him began to move, actual words were formed, but only fragments in a few pages, then with a slam closed itself, turning small once more.
"…I guess…some light reading for later…" Zexion chuckled, groggily standing up. The floor creaked and squeaked under his boots, he felt sore all over, he wondered how he could even walk still.
He walked down the steps and sat on the second to last one "…They'll probably scold me the minute I get out there…but…maybe that's why I won't turn out like you, Alie…" he sighed, then stood up, walking toward still unconscious Demyx "A Knight, huh? I've never considered the thought…" he picked up the blonde and sat him on his lap, shaking him awake, he knew he slept like a rock, so, another jolt of lighting was needed.
"Ah!" Demyx wailed, shooting up suddenly, Zexion's tired but smirking face greeting him "Zexion!" he expressed, hugging the man tightly "I'm so sorry! I couldn't stop myself! I wanted to, but…I'm so sorry…"
"It's all right…I'm fine…"he said hoarsely.
"You look like crap…" he chuckled, but he was right, a purple bruise on his neck, blood marks on his face, a split lip and more "So…mission accomplished?" he asked.
"You could say that…" he said bitterly, taking out a pink colored book "A make-shift diary I made from the memories of the victim, this should give the tabloids something to talk about, and the cops off my back…" he stated.
"The cops?" he asked, he then realized: he was covered in blood "Zexion…" he then held the man again, who surprisingly held him back.
"I actually thought I was a goner…but…as always, I lucked out in the end…" he mumbled, his blooded face buried into the man's chest.
"Let's get you out of here…" he smiled at him, putting the man's left arm over his shoulder, and his own right one across his small back.
"I've been using you as a crutch all day…" Zexion told him.
"I don't mind…" Demyx smirked.
"Pervert…" the smaller man told him, while the blonde snorted.
As they were walking out the door got blasted open, sending them both to the floor, making Zexion's temper flare up.
~o~
Barret smiled as the gun arm in his right arm cooled down, having blasted energy at the building.
"Are you crazy!?" Olette berated.
"You could have killed him!" Hayner yelled.
"That was sweet, but extremely unnecessary" Pence added.
"Now now, he's probably a'ight, it's the Emo kid we're talkin' 'bout" he said in his own definition of English.
"What is the big, fucking idea!?" they heard Zexion yell his glare and scowl present, as he looked like a pathetic doll in Demyx's arms.
"You're ok!" the kids expressed.
"Who's the ignoramus that decided to blast the door open!?" he asked, pissed off; the three young detectives pointed at Barret "Of course…"
"So…" he began, clearing his nostrils "What do we have?" the large man asked.
"You mean 'had'…" Zexion said, some grunts appearing and pointing their guns at him, noticing the blood on his face and clothes, and on Demyx as well.
"Matsumoto! I told you, no killing in my town! It doesn't matter if they're crazy" he said menacingly.
"Relax…" he said, still calm. He nodded to Demyx, who chucked the diary between them "That's the victims diary…everything as to why she was all cooped up is in there…"
"That still dun' explain why you're all covered in blood…" he said, quirking an eyebrow.
"Could you really have handled a Sorceress on the verge of a mental breakdown with control over time and space?" he asked, with a smirk and his own rise of an eyebrow.
"Um…wait! Sorceress!" the man yelled "You killed a…you…are you?"
"I'm fine, I just need some rest…go clean up big guy…" he chuckled; he and his friends walking back up the street.
"I'm too old for this…" the man sighed "…It was an exorcism last month…an out of control monster last year…the fuck is happenin' in this town…" he took off his cap and smacked it on his knee then turned and addressed his men "All right boys, clear this place out!" they saluted the man and went to work.
~o~
Zexion and company walked up the steep hills of Twilight Town in silence. Bloodied Zexion was carried by Demyx, while the three teens walked behind them, their faces staring at the ground.
"So…what was all that screaming?" Olette asked, wanting to break the awkward silence.
"You don't want to know…" Demyx answered, while Zexion's head bobbed, his body yearning for rest "…I didn't get to see her though, I was knocked out" he chuckled.
"Wow…" Pence said "…Well, what happened then?"
"From what I saw…seeing as I was kind of possessed by the insane father…his family has had a bad history of Sorceresses, his great-grandmother fought in the Wutai War, she was a terrible woman that slaughtered even innocent people, she was killed by a monk of Wutai but managed to teleport herself to her daughter before anything happened and so on, the heritage stopped at his mother, he wouldn't take her mother's powers so…she buried her still alive…thought it didn't work…making for a very bitter pedestrian" he admitted.
"You…got all that while…possessed?" Zexion slurred.
"Yeah…the old man's spirit was gracious enough to share his story with me, after I pried, threatened and joked around a little…" he chuckled.
"Anyway, the wife went out one day and caught a Sorceress power, unwilling and unknowing, when she did notice she told her husband, who was apparently abused by his Mother when she had her powers, and he lashed out on her when she herself began to lash out; she worried of going insane, unnecessarily and he feared she'd hurt their daughter, the way his mother hurt him, so he locked her up, but, when his daughter got them…well…he couldn't handle it…"
"All of that, wow…I'm…impressed…" Zexion smiled, which made the people in front of him and the blonde stop.
"You're…" Hayner began
"…Smiling…" Olette said with a shocked face
"…That is odd…" Pence ended.
"What?" Demyx asked.
"You…keep surprising me…that's all…" he admitted.
They laughed; such a simplistic answer from someone who's usually so complicated was odd, though not rare. As they began to walk once more, the town rumbled and an explosion blared in the distance, from the Shinra building; they heard sirens and a police car stopped next to them.
"It wasn't me!" Zexion expressed.
"I know! It's those damn Shinra! You'd better get on home!" he told them, speeding past them.
"Well, you heard the man…" Zexion said "You three get home" he told the youngsters, who whined "Let's go" he told the blond, who walked with him toward the tram, heading towards the center of the town.
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