Memory
Jack watched as the unconscious Keynote, fell into the deep shadows cast by the skyscraper she had been battling the the Slaughterhouse Nine on top of. It had been a far more difficult battle then he had thought it would be, but they had won in the end.
Turning to his surviving rouges, Jack grinned at them, "Well now. Wasn't that just a peach."
The Siberian just growled at him, while standing protectively over a grumpy Bonesaw, who was busy reattaching her arm. Crawler was poking what remained of Mannequin's body, who knew that fire could do that to that to the weird stuff the tinker had made his body from. He was better off then Burnscar though, poor girl, impaled on that giant icicle, she was so much fun to party with. Jack looked over to Shatterbird, who just looked cross at him. Jack shrugged, not much he could do about her broken jaw at the moment.
"Oh well, fun's over for the day." Jack smiled to his comrades. "Cheer up! After today, that girl will just be a memory."
The survivors of the S9 started to curse at how the leader of their merry crew was just standing there smiling at them. But then, they fell silent as their eyes widened in fear. The sound of air being displaced in steady beats echoed across the rooftop.
Jack nervously turn to face the source of the noise, the smile fled from his face as the last of the dying sun framed the thin figure of Keynote. Her previously white coat, had been charred black by Burnscar earlier in the battle, her hood was missing due to a lucky swipe from Jack's knife, leaving her face exposed to the world framed by long silver hair, as her cold icy blue eye bore down on Jack, with all her hate.
From her back, a single white feathered wing, powered through the air, holding her aloft high above the encroaching darkness. In her hand, she held a now very different looking keyblade, that seemed infinitely sharp and longer than Keynote was tall.
For a moment all was silent, save for the beating of Keynote's wing, then as the last of the day's sun disappeared into the night, Keynote whispered voice carried across the rooftop, sending utter dread through her enemies.
"I... will never be... a memory."
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