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CotGO ; To Know Everything |
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Where did it go wrong… Oh so wrong…I thought I knew… Had everything figured…
About the Heart… about the memories… That which held my past…
All I needed… Was the ‘Key’…
A rare rain changed the skies above from its rustic orange to a dark red as the haze of the city lights were fogged in mist. My eyes gazed out over the city, feeling the eyes of some unknown force, almost waiting down upon me, waiting to strike.
What was it? This feeling… Had my impatience finally gotten the better of me in that I had forgotten where to draw the line?
…Human Experimentation.
The door opened roughly, making my attention snap. The Master of the Laboratory and Town itself had been growing in suspicion, stalking my every footsteps. Thank whatever god existed it was only Braig.
“Easy,” he started, hurrying in, closing the door behind him as my lace fingers eased around the hilt of a hidden dagger. “Jeeze, Xeh; you look like you’re about to commit some heinous act of treason.”
My eyes narrowed darkly, before I shook my head and let out a low chuckle. “A little late for that, wouldn’t you say?” Turning back to the window, I spotted two figures down below in the court yard; A middle-aged blond and a figure who claimed to be some King from another world. They had been in the middle of conversing between each other for what had been going on two days. Ansem’s hospitality hadn’t let up in the slightest. He had started to wonder to what degree his Master would tell the traveling King. Hopefully not everything…
“The patient…” I started slowly, trying to keep my eyes from boring down into their skulls, prying to know the secrets they spoke of bellow, “How is he fairing?”
“Isa,” Braig perked up, reminding me that the man in question had a name. I had been forgetting that lately, and almost needed a common reminder of what I was really doing with people like him. He started to mutter something, before he cleared his throat. He spoke as if he was searching for the right words. “…The Berserker we placed in him… was successfully taken. But the Dark effect of it… He’s broken out into a high fever. He’ll live, if only a few days more or so. He lost consciousness a moment ago. The others are asking for you. If we try to remove it, the Darkness will never be able to stabilize, but he'll-” He stopped, not wanting to say the word, or have any relation to words that might warn the enemy of a current plan.
I only gave him silence as an answer. The other seemed to understand and only nodded, before taking the door and shutting it again. The click of the closing door sounded like a slam to my ears. Maybe it was simply because I was losing it… An experiment gone wrong to an innocent civilian, and now I was to have another life on my hands.
I turned to the desk that in the far corner of the room. The ink was still drying in my mind on a leaflet of paper that had been written nearly a week ago. Scanning my own words, I felt like shredding the document as my hands started to shake. Had I been so rash?
I let the page fall back to the desk, before taking out the hidden blade from my lab coat and placed it parallel to the words.
“Data Entry Log # 499940:
Alas, these past experiments were not even worth logging. This research.... so inhumane.... yet it must be done in the name of science! I shall not give in to such erroneous thoughts. The tread for the truth is much longer than what I had originally thought. As for the visible energy, the stuff seems to swirl every time I seem to get disillusioned by a failed experiment. What strange behavior. This type of reaction can't just occur by accident - perhaps it has some sort of intelligence of its own.”
The Myst… The Dark Energy that said…
“Data Entry Log # 499942:
It has been two days. My impatience grows ever stronger. I cannot seem to be able to figure out how a heart is able to transcend into its dark composite. Every experiment gives me the same results - the hearts seem to float around, and in a matter of seconds, it is devoured by darkness, releasing an odd creature, which often disappears to god knows where.
The screen the aerodynamic substance..... spoke to me. A voice. Unclear, but nevertheless, a raspy and gender-unspecific tone came to me out of nowhere as I examined it closely. How frustrating this is.
"Watch over............... expand............ take...... sacrifice will........... birth.....
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.......... freedom....’"
It could return what I had lost…
“Data Entry Log # 499943:
Ansem. The fool has dared to defile my work with his blatant insecurities and fears. Scientists are explorers of life and surrealism! The fool. He doesn't know what vast knowledge I encompass, now. I am on my own...”
Closing my eyes I could remember it’s face its promise. Right before I had-
“Xehanort,” came another voice from the door. A pair of wise old eyes stared right through me. I froze, staring back, before catching sight of the King that still stood near his heals, unsure but aware of what danger I might be capable of.
“You look as if you’ve seen a ghost,” Ansem the Wise continued, his gaze growing from an icy chill to something that with concern. “Does something trouble you?”
“No, Master,” I lied, my gold orange eyes shifting downwards to a respectful bow. “I’m merely thinking of the complied data concerning the Heartless we found in the canyon,” pausing I inconspicuously drew up my reports under my arm and faced him again. “The thought dawned on me… of what could have possibly happened if word had gotten out to the people of our experiments… Forgive me. But letting go of such an intense project simply got the better of me. Unlocking the mysteries of the Heart… Perhaps it should be a task left to greater men then you and I?”
Ansem frowned. “Xehanort. I told you once, and I don’t appreciate you making me repeating myself. Those thoughts are better left forgotten.” His eyes had returned that of ice again. The King behind him shifted the weight between his feet in anxiety. I glanced between the two, not saying a word. I merely took a step as if to leave, but Ansem refused to move from the doorway. I smiled softly, before reaching for a lighter that sat on my desk. A parting gift from some man in town by the name of Lea.
“I couldn’t…” I started, slowly flicking the lighter backwards, and with a snap, ignited the flame to the sheets of my report, “Agree with you more, Master Ansem…” The pages burned half way before I dropped them into a stainless steel waste bin where they could easily burn to ashes. That was really what he wanted to see… My work burn.
Little did he know, that my work was living on under his name, even now as those copies burned in plain sight.
I wasn’t the fool that he remained to be however. I could not be blinded by such idle words of fear and warning of the unknown. Science existed for the sake of risks. For my own existence, I had yet to find out. The Mystery of the Heart and the power behind the Dark force that continued to work away at my mind would unlock everything.
Everything. I would know Everything. No thanks to this bleeding heart of a fool.
I smiled softly with a light shrug, and made a motion for the door. This time he stepped out of the way, and the mouse King darted against the wall, as if ill light of respect he would have been kicked. I could feel his black eyes boring into my soul, trying to read my every move. It was a shame that I knew not even the madness I was treading into…
 AquilisNoctis · Fri Mar 20, 2009 @ 06:14am · 0 Comments |
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