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"WAIT!" Xehanort screamed at the top of his lungs, Keyblade flashing. The blade left his hand in a violent spin, arcing with gaining speed. Its target moved out of sight behind a wall, missing the blade by mere inches. Xehanort's eyes lit wide, Seeker having struck the brick motor before appearing back within his grip. He heard his name being called behind him somewhere in the labyrinth of streets, but he ignored it. Feet were off again, blinded by both curiosity and rage.
The man in black raced onwards. With each step that Xehanort gained on the man, he hastened further. Bending around corners this way and that, the only lead Xehanort seemed to follow of a trail was a thick red line of light that seemed to glow behind him like a blood red ribbon of light.
Moving southward into the back alleys of snow covered cobblestone, Xehanort finally heard the slowing of feet in front of him, as he turned to see the figure had come to a dead end wall. The cloaked man stood silently gazing at the near twelve foot wall in front of him.
Xehanort panted, forcing himself to keep his composer, though in truth he hadn't had that good of a race like this since running the Obstacle Course back home. "No... No more running!" he said with a heated voice, gold eyes locked on the other man. Just gazing at him sent his blood alight with heated displeasure. Hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as the man turned to him. He was unarmed, maybe, but Xehanort could have sworn he saw this man before in the other worlds. At the festive within the Kingdom, before the Purebloods had attacked them within Cuzco's city, leaving Radcliffe's tent before the Governor had gone mad with blood lust. "I know you have something to do with the Purebloods." he shouted, his clench tightening around the hilt of his Keyblade, his knuckles had gone white in the cold. "Tell me, just who the hell are you? And what were you doing in the other worlds!?"
The was a pause, where the wind kicked up a light rift of loose snow between the two of their bodies. Xehanort wondered to himself wither or not he was going to have to beat answers out of the man before there was a slow movement. The mysterious figures hands lifted to the cowl of his long black leather cloak, before gloved hands pulled backwards on the folded seams. The shadowed cowl dropped back slowly onto the man's shoulders. The first thing Xehanort could see was the other's hair. Black as a raven's feathers, but seemed to rustle against the flow of the wind. The male turned slowly, a somewhat hollowed out face turning to him fully as pair of red amber eyes seemed to strike Xehanort down where he stood. Xehanort could not look away from those blood red eyes. Slit pupils, and glowing, they weren't the eyes of any human Xehanort had seen in his lifetime.
"You... Y-You're," he stammered.
"Fear..." the mysterious figure said, watching his movements intently. Xehanort blinked, wavering slightly not knowing what to take from the simple word. The man shook his head simply, before closing his eyes "Doubt. Envy. Desire. Rage. ...Call us what you will, Bearer, my kind go by many names," his voice continued in a low growl. "You're kind call me Darkness, Monster, and Red Eyes... I cannot even say for myself, for I have no Heart to speak of." The man seemed to sneer a wide grin growing on his face before his formed seemed to slouch backwards into the deeper shadows of the wall. A hard low sadistic laugh escaped his flashing white grin. "Who am I? No... What am I is a Hunter of Darkness. Like those before me charged with bringing the down fall of worlds.. Though I shouldn't need to lecture your kind. You Keybearers know all about topics such as destruction don't you?"
Xehanort blinked, the man's words striking him cold. Even out here in the winter covered streets, an icey numbness seemed to shoot through him. Those words, full of vindictive hatred. Yet ... why was he laughing? Xehanort's eyes narrowed, slightly wavering, enough to the point where his blade arm lowered, ever so slightly from his eye level. "What are you talking about? The Keyblade's a weapon of purity, not of Darkness. If anything its meant to save lives - not destroy them. You've got some nerve to say anything other wise!"
He saw the man who called himself a Hunter, gazed at him for a long moment, reading him with a cautious glare. Finally the male dropped his head into a crouch, a thin layer of black smoke like tendrils rising from his arms and body. "You don't know do you... About the truth of the so called purity of Keyblades and your precious Light," his dark voice started, words echoing down the alley way. "Then again, it comes at no surprise.. They wouldn't have told you that part of your kind's pathetic history..."
Xehanort stared at the other, more so lost in his words. There were many things the teenager was, to be sure, but to be called ignorant. That was something his pride could not stand for. His eyes narrowed into a scowl before the sound of footsteps reached his ears. He turned his head away for a moment, looking to see who was approaching but fell short of breath the moment he had. The air left his lungs as a silent hard thud landed firmly against his left chest. A numbness shot through his limbs. The grip on his Keyblade faltered slightly before he heard the blade clatter to the ground and disappear from sight. His eyes turned to see a pair of red eyes staring him down, mere inches away from his face. Black swirling tendrils of darkness covered the man's skin and arms. Xehanort tried to inhale but the shadows clung in his mouth, denying him of oxygen. His eyes dimmed, as his world started to go black. The taste of iron filled the back of his throat as he swore thought he tasted fresh blood. Looking down he saw an extended hand had severed itself into his very skin. No... A thick black laced cloud of swirling darkness let the others hand pass through him as if opening a portal into his chest cavity.. Into his Heart.
Xehanort froze, unable to breath or move. A sickening fear swept over him at the realization as he watched in horror as the other slid his hand away. The dark mark sprayed out like a release of black blood, the Hunters hand swirling in a Black Miasma. Xehanort's knees buckled as he fell forwards, his body in complete arrest. Hitting the snow, hard, Xehanort could feel his mind starting to spin wildly out of control as the numbness took him. The earth itself under his body in the snow seemed to shift and sway in an uneasy flow of tide. The boy could hear the echos of his name being called down the expansive alleyways. They sounded frantic, urgent... He tried to scream out his current location to them, but he could not move, let alone even part his lips to utter out a single word; Help.
He heard the crunch of snow as he caught the sight of a shape lean down next to him, the Hunter's white smile and red eyes glittering against the light of the now darkening black snow. Even amongst the swirling images of a fading world, he heard the others voice. It rang in a tone that would carry through into the nightmares that followed.
"The one you call Masters...Ask them... About the Keyblade War.... Only then... will you know the truth."
Just like that, the Hunter vanished in a swirling mass of shadows before him. Xehanort's body started to quake, before he felt his mind slip into a cold state of unconsciousness.
 AquilisNoctis · Thu Apr 12, 2012 @ 05:12am · 0 Comments |
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