CM: Welcome back everyone! Say hi, Zexion!

Zexion: Hello. CM doesn't own Kingdom Hearts.

CM: If I did, would I really be here? I realized I made some grammar mistakes in my first chapter. I'M SORRY! I'LL TRY AND DO BETTER!

Zexion :Reviews are appreciated.

CM: On with the-

Zexion: Ahem.

CM: Story! And the rain had stopped and

The sun had set and the rain had stopped as Zexion walked through the abandoned town. Fortunately for him, It was a full moon, so it wasn't to hard to see after his eyes adjusted. The surrounding buildings towered into the sky, their boarded up widows made him feel like something was watching him. He walked at little faster, but kept denying himself the possibility that he may be scared.

He walked along what he thought was the main road until he came to an abandoned hotel. It's door had been completely ripped off, chunks missing in the door frame were the hinges were torn of. "Perfect," he thought.

When he stepped inside, he took in the sight before him. The receptionist's desk was covered in yellowing papers. There were over turned chairs and tables everywhere. The moon's light crept through the window and relieved the portrait of a women. The glass was shattered were her face was, so he couldn't see it. She wore a long, white gown and a silver rose pendant. "Goodness," Zexion said to himself", "what happened here?"

There was a stair case that lead up stairs, most likely to were to the guests slept. Making his way up the stairs, Zexion saw strange, illegible words. Well, there was one he could read... and he smelled it as soon as he reached the top of the stairs. The stench filled his nostrils and made him want to gag. On the door that took one out of the stair well, were the words, "We're all going to die," in big, bloody letters. The was filled with a sickening copper smell. Zexion could hardly breath without feeling nauseous. He stared wide eyed at the door. He said at such a volume that it almost sounded like a scream. "What the hell is going on here!"

Then it hit him. This town wasn't abandoned. Everyone had been... murdered. But what could kill so many people? There had to be some survivors! He pushed open the door and raced down the hall, yearning for an explanation. His thoughts were panicked, but he would either blame it on natural instinct or a memory of fear, rather than the actual emotion, later.

Halfway down the hall, Zexion discovered a door, which has it's card key lock ripped from it's wooden body, leaving a hole the size of an orange. He could suddenly smell the horrible smell of a certain crimson liquid. There was another smell mixed in with it , much worse than the blood, and he remembered that his somebody had smelled it during an experiment. It was the smell of rotting flesh.

Trying not to vomit, he brought his eye, the one he didn't keep covered by his bangs, down to the same level as the hole. As his eyes adjusted to the dark room, he saw what looked like... what looked like a couple of torn up dusks. "B-But dusks fade when destroyed! Why is this place so different?"

The sound of labored breathing made his eye dart across the room the room to see a girl. Before he could feel the memory of relief of not being alone, Zexion saw what she really looked like. Her skin was a grayish color and she had cuts all over her body. Black lips partially covered large fangs as she sat hunched over on the floor. Red eyes stared off into space. Brittle, matted hair covered her hair. She gave off an aura that was filled with a primitive intent to kill anything. What he noticed above all other things was the huge, bloody, wound on her neck.

Everything part of Zexion's body screamed for him to get the hell out of there. His eye left the hole and he stood up. He backed away until his foot hit something metal. Looking down, he saw the missing card key lock. But that didn't matter right now. What mattered was the shriek that he heard from behind the door, and it was anything but human.

Not waiting for whatever the hell that thing was behind the door, he sprinted for the stairwell. The illegible messages that had been scribbled on the walls now seemed to scream to him. He couldn't read them, but they all might as well have read, "We're all going to die."

Zexion tried to summon hi lexicon, but it didn't come to him. "Why can't I summon my lexicon?", he thought. He didn't have a weapon. Fighting back would be useless. This creature could clearly tear him apart.

Bursting through the lobby and out into the street, he ran as fast as his legs would carry him down the street. He didn't know where he was going, he just knew he had to run. Looking over his shoulder, he saw her, saw it. She was quickly gaining on him. Running was no use. In a few seconds she caught up to him and jumped on his back, digging long, dirty nails into his back. Zexion screamed in pain and fell to the ground.

The monster flipped him over. He had to raise his arm in defense when she began trying to bite his neck. It looked hopeless. Blood seeped from wounds all over his body were she had scratched at his skin. Out of his peripheral vision, he could see an old, rusted crowbar. In a final attempt to save himself, he wacked her in the head and threw her off him. Crawling as fast as he could, he grabbed the crowbar and turned around to see her stalking him like a large, savage cat.

Zexion raised the crowbar and, as the beast leaped at him, he brought his makeshift weapon down on her head. It plunged through her skull with a sickening crack and ripped through the tissue of her brain. Blood sprayed though the air as the corpse collapsed, coating him in the sticky, copper-smelling liquid. He got up and walked down the street, his vision blurring from all the blood he had lost. "So much blood. I could have died."

He walked aimlessly into a of the main road of the town and into a grave yard. His head throbbed and he felt light headed and dizzy. Finally collapsing from blood loss, he began to contemplate what he thought would be his finally moments."So... I'm dying. I never got to see kingdom hearts be completed. I never got to be whole. I never got to get my heart back."

Zexion's eyes began to sting. He blamed it on his throbbing head ache. Thunder clapped through the sky. It began to rain again. The rain drops fell onto his body, mixing with the tears of fear on his cheeks, which he didn't know about. If their was one thing Zexion feared it was death. He was afraid because he didn't know where he would go after death, since he lacked a heart. This is something he would never admit, though.

More thunder could be heard, but the sound was beginning to sound softer in his ears. Then he felt arms around him and lift him up, gently. "No, I'm just imagining it," was the only logical thing he could think of in his incapacitated state. He heard one clap of thunder, then his vision went black.

The story is NOT OVER!