"Please just talk to me; we're friends!"

Xion tried again, but Imra didn't even look at her now. Was she just..ignoring her now? Why?

What's wrong with you, Imra? I know this isn't like you at all...

After minutes of being stuck like this with Imra, in the cold, loud sounds echoed in the streets, and a large vehicle came around the corner. It was bigger and more complicated than any of the trucks Xion had seen on the islands. It was like a big box with a bunch of bits and pieces sticking out of it. It had glowing lights on its sides. A large door opened at the back of it. It opened down, instead of to the side, becoming a metal ramp; several people exited the vehicle.

They had dark red skin, like Imra, but they looked...what was the word Even would have used? Organic? "Flesh and blood". They didn't seem like "androids" or "machines" or "robots" like Imra was. Their eyes were dark greens and blues, and purple colors - and so was their hair. They were wearing dark clothes, and had long, glowing green weapons in their hands - guns. Were they the same kind that Imra had in her...arms?

Imra walked past Xion, not even looking at her, and went to talk to one of the people from the vehicle. She said some things Xion couldn't really understand, and then the group of armed people were coming over to her, Sora and Ven.

"Alright, up you kids get. Come on," spoke a short woman, who wore a hat and had her dark purple hair in a ponytail. "Let's make this easy - we don't want anyone to get hurt."

"What's wrong with Imra!" Xion said loudly, standing up awkwardly on the ice and stone without being able to use her arms. "What did you do to her!"

The woman looked at her with a frown. Her purple eyes blinked with surprise. Then she sighed and gave a small smile. She turned and raised a hand, pointing to where Imra was standing motionless now. "That's not her, kid."

"Huh?" Sora exclaimed, staring from Imra to the woman.

Xion frowned now too. "What do you mean it's not her? She looks just like her, she has her voice, she- I know she's my friend, and I want you to put her back!" She couldn't control her own voice. It was already shaking from the cold, and it just got louder before she even knew it!

The woman gave another sigh, her feet shifting on the ground. The ice crunched under her boots. "It's just another machine, hon. One of a couple dozen batches out there now."

"No, it's Imra, I know it's her, I know-!"

"The Imra I think you're talking about here-" the woman spoke firmly, interrupting Xion. "-I know you kids think she's some kind of roaming superhero, but she's not. She's not a friend, she's not a hero. She - it - is just a malfunctioning, corrupted piece of military hardware. It's a runaway war robot. And while it's still following some of its programming now, protecting and rescuing the odd person or two...we have no idea when that might suddenly just flip, and it goes from helping people to hurting them. You can't see the dangers, I know - but it isn't something to look up to, or to put some kind of trust in."

Xion stared at the woman, swallowing hard. She looked to Sora, and Ven.

"Well if that's not her, then where's the real Imra?" Sora asked.

"That's classified information," said the woman simply.

"So you do know where she is..." Xion murmured.

"Please, tell us where to find her," Sora said, beseeching the woman.

"Sorry, kid, but that's not for civilians to know. Especially not unregistered ones," the woman replied. "Now, why don't we just-"

Xion jumped up and forward, flying over the woman's head. She landed thrust her hands forward at her sides, sending two fireballs into the woman's back.

The woman gasped and fell forward, landing hard on the ground. Her weapon flew out of her hands.

"Xion, what are you-" Sora gasped.

The others in the group turned their weapons to Xion.

Imra turned her arms into weapons too, and aimed them at her.

Ven jumped forward, sliding on the ground and twirling his legs and body. Wind magic grew around him and swirled upward, then it flew out in all directions, sending the group of armed warriors flying. Imra skidded backwards and hit the side of the large vehicle, denting it with a loud thud. The wind magic also seemed to break the ring of energy around Ven's body, freeing him. He summoned his Keyblade and raised it up to the sky, calling out: "Sleep!"

Swirling rings of light blue energy appeared around the warriors, and they all fell to the ground immediately. Except for Imra.

Ven turned toward Imra as she started to fire at him without hesitation. He dodged her and ran forward, then rolled and came up in front of her. He smacked her arms away with his weapon, then he thrust it forward and sent a stream of yellow lightning out.

The lightning hit Imra in the chest; it covered her body as she twisted and spasmed, and then she slumped forward and fell to the ground.

"Imra!" Xion exclaimed, racing forward.

"It's- not her, remember?" Sora spoke up quickly, hobbling to her side.

Ven turned and aimed his Keyblade at Sora - a light flashed, and he was free from the energy binding. Then he did the same thing for Xion, too.

Xion moved her now free arms to touch Imra's head. Or..not Imra? Not the Imra she knew...? But still...a girl... She looked back and up at Ven.

Ven blinked rapidly, taking a step back. "Is she - okay? I didn't think that'd...hurt her that bad..." he murmured out.

Xion looked back down at- not-Imra? She looked at Sora, hopeful.

Sora hesitated, then got down on his knees and reached out for the girl who wasn't Imra. He touched her head, then her shoulder. He gave her a small shake. "She's probably just...unconscious. I mean, if Ven didn't actually mean to...then she can't just have-"

Not-Imra suddenly sat up straight, her eyes flickering. Her head turned, and then her arm shot forward as her hand seized Sora's throat. She brought her legs up under her, and with a loud explosion of noise and green energy, she was shooting up high into the air - with Sora in her grasp! The girl hovered in the air, then she flipped her whole body forward and threw Sora back down again!

Sora flew down toward the ground, face-first, his arms wildly flailing. Before he hit the ground he slowed down and started to fly forward - but he still hit it. He hit with a loud cry, sliding forward on the ice until he stopped. He sucked in a breath and sat up, groaning. He looked over to Xion, raising a hand with a pained grin.

"See? She's fine!" he called out. "Aw crap!" he added swiftly, casting Reflect in a dome around himself, as not-Imra rained down green energy blasts on him!

"Stop!" Xion cried.

The girl ignored her still!

Xion stared up at the girl, her Heart beating in her chest. Then she breathed, and kicked off from the ground to fly up into the air. She summoned her Keyblade and aimed it forward-

Not-Imra twisted and darted at her faster than she could react! One of her arm weapons turned back into a normal hand - that she used to grab the front of Xion's top and pull her forward.

Xion brought up her hand and placed it against Not-Imra's chest, looking into her eyes. "I'm sorry!" she whispered out.

Not-Imra gazed back at her. "Compre-"

Xion cast Firaga.

Xion and Not-Imra were both separated from each other in the air by the large explosion.

A gust of wind from Ven swirled around her, catching her as she fell. She landed gently on the ground.

Not-Imra fell backwards and down, fast and hard. She hit the street, cracking stone as she bounced off of it, and spun wildly into a streetlight. It bent and curved around her, then fell over and hit the ground, the glass of the light shattering and going out.

Xion lifted her head to look at the girl, gasping.

Not-Imra's body was burned and sizzling with smoke. Her red skin was pitch black in streaks and patches now. Her hair was peeling away and torn up. Her left arm was bent in a way it probably shouldn't be, with sparks of yellow electricity coming out of where her elbow was. The yellow crystal on her forehead was flickering, sparking. A strange humming sound was coming from the girl's whole body.

"I'm sorry," Xion squeaked, holding her hands to her mouth as she stared at the girl. She moved forward on shaking legs until she stood in front of her. She slowly lowered her hand and reached out to the girl...touching her unhurt arm.

Not-imra's forehead crackled with yellow jolts, and her head twisted and jerked to look at Xion. Her red eyes flickered, glowing, then not, then glowing again... "Cr-critical- damage sustained. P-p-power regulator- failing..." her voice came, sputtering and stammering. "U-Unit F-Fourteen re-requesting backup..."

"I'm sorry...I just...wanted you to stop..." Xion pleaded. "We didn't have to fight, we didn't have to do this..."

Not-Imra raised her broken arm, her fingers brushing against Xion's, where Xion's hand lay on her other one... Her mouth formed a small frown, her eyelids fluttering-! Then the arm fell sharply, hanging limply in the air. "Compre-hension...Erroooor..." Her voice warbled and stretched out the last word...and then it faded away. Her eyes went dim. Her head dropped.

"Hey..." Sora's soft voice came, as he stepped up next to her. He put his arm around her and hugged her with it. "We should go - to find...your Imra."

Xion shoved the boy away with a cry. She stalked off down the street, then stopped. She hugged herself in the cold.

"Imra's not going to want to see me now. I took one of her sisters away from her..."

"She wasn't giving us much of a choice," Ven spoke quietly. "I'm sure your friend'll understand..."

"Ven's right, Xion."

Xion turned back to look at Sora. Her lip wobbled. "But what if he's n-not?"

"Well...we won't know until we find her, right?" Sora said slowly. "And if she's in some kind of trouble, she still needs our help. Your help."

Xion sucked in a deep, cold breath. She nodded. "Ok..."

She strode over to the unconscious warrior woman with the ponytail, grabbed her shirt and pulled her up from the ground with magic strength. She shook her. She frowned, then she hit her in the face.

The woman startled and twisted to look at her. "What just-"

Xion summoned her Keyblade in a flash of light, holding the blade across the woman's throat. "Where's Imra?" she said flatly.

"Hey! Xion, wait!" Sora called out, stepping forward with shock.

The woman looked down at the weapon, blinking with wide, confused eyes. She swallowed. "What is this?"

"Where's. Imra," Xion repeated tightly, her chest burning and squeezing.

The woman's eyes looked around her, at the damaged street, at the vehicle, at the fallen warriors, and then at Not-Imra. Finally, she looked up into Xion's face. "Kid, do you know what you've just brought onto yourself here today? I don't know how you kids even did this, but attacking a whole squad, destroying a military war machine... It's not just imprisonment for this sort of thing, it's execution! You'll be marked as kill on sight, you understand that?!"

"We've fought worse before," Xion said. "You can send as many people at us as you want; we're still going to...fuck them all up. And we'll keep fucking them all up until we get to Imra!"

"Xion - enough!" Ven's voice came, sharp in the cold air. "Put her down and come on. We're wasting time. And it's not...this isn't right, acting like this. So just - stop. We'll find Imra on our own."

Xion let the woman drop to the ground, straightening up and turning to walk away. She vanished her Keyblade in a flash as she walked past Ven and Sora.

She stepped over to the vehicle and walked up the ramp into it. It was wide but narrow, with a row of seats on either side, along with bits and screens and things on the walls above them.

Maybe something in here could help find Imra, since these warriors had come from it.

"...Thessa Base to response team, come in? What's your status? Over."

Xion turned, seeing one of the screens flickering. There was an image of a person on it, their face filling it up.

She walked toward it, staring into it.

"Who are you?" the voice issued from the screen again.

Xion paused. She raised her hand, waving it in front of the screen.

"Yes, civilian girl, I can see you; please identify yourself and-" the voice spoke with a huff.

"Is Imra at this Thessa Base place?" Xion asked.

The person on the screen looked confused, blinking at her. "Civilian girl, PLEASE explain-"

Xion raised her fist in ice and slammed it into the screen. The ice spread over and through the inside of it, as pieces of frosty glass fell. Electricity sparked around her hand.

She didn't feel it at all.

She turned and walked further into the vehicle, peering at the other screens closely.

One of them had to say something about Imra!

AN: Unhinged Xion is best Xion lol! xDDD She is full feral now! :D She had that Kairi in her all along...except worse! Cause Xion still kinda has no strong sense of morality or any of that important stuff. :D Oopsy!