oooooooooh look as miss smartysmart herpaderp you should be a professor at the university of Learn-how-to-make-everyone-look-like-idiots in...
how do you respond to wow that's awesome ? you left me out to dry there
finished yeah, I read all that already
but I do I...just had no idea how to respond to the one you sent.
wait...what?
Xemnas stood infront of the scene, blood pooling around his feet, sulling the emaculate white of the room. Appaling, absolutely apalling. That boy, that recruit had taken away his corporal punishment. HIS corporal punishment. Was he another traitor? The nobody walked up to number XV. He stomped on his chest, grinding his heal into the crimsoned flesh and cloth. "What...is the meaning of this XV? Are you one of them?" --- Twitching, the masochist looked around him, trying to make sense of what he just did. Impailed in his left arm, and aerial blade hummed and seared as he clutch the heart of the girl. The other, buried in his gut. But he couldn't feel anything. The pain was gone. Was he fading already? Gazing above him, he saw two figures. One was a girl from his past, his sadist...the sadist. The other was from before, the one whose mother's heart was in his hand. They shouldn't be her, hovering over him. One didn't want him, the other should hate him. Blood dripping from his lips, gex laid their, waiting for the illusions to disappear. In a moment, the world when from numb to burning. A hard rubber heel snapped his ribs. His blood was spat into the air. Eyes of firey amber burned downward into his mangled corpse. "Sir..." he sputtered through the rose liquid. "Think about it. Let's hear their side. It is possible that they are still loyal jus...incompetent. We could still use them, I could look over them, ensure that they get the job done. Power is still power." --- Moments stretched to minutes that thought they were days pretending they were years. Violently, the superior ripped the blades out of the living corpse. Dispelling them, he stooped down and snatched the heart of of the inferior's grasp. Carressing it, xemnas turned his back to his army and stared at the moon. "Clean yourself up. I am putting you in charge of investigating their innocence. If they are loyal, as you say, guard them and tempur them. Incompetence is just as deadly to a cause as betrayal."
Dreamily, Tyler felt himself being brought up to the bed by Aly. It was such a strange feeling, being cared for like this. Not knowing the reason why, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, giving her a hug. It was much like the one he gave Mizore, but it was softer, so he didn't think he'd be thrown around for it. "I'm not sure what you're talking about." He said, looking up at the strange child with the sword. "I can do things, but can't anyone?"
This was too much, far too much. Now the first traitor was comforting the other traitors. That was all the proof he needed. Unable to refrain any longer, xemnas released his attack. The superior threw his two aerial blades at the traitors. Like arrows cast from sinister light, the blade sang as they traveled towards their intended victims, begging to take a life. Thunk, thunk. --- The blades struck, but not in the soft flesh of their targets. Laying on the ground, pooled in his own blood, the masochist choked and wheezed. Spasiming, the lunatic tried to move under the influence of so much pain. The heart he had clutched tight in his trembling fist. He couldn't let Larxene suffer, he couldn't. There was no way he could do it. Demyx was no exception. Without him, he never would have experienced her, the perfect pain, all agony and no damage. Such a thing he wished he could have forever. Now, now the girl was here, the one he took from. It appeared like his entire life had come together, right at the end.
Tyler nodded sleepily, smiling up at her. She was always apologizing over things that weren't bad. This girl had to lighten up. "No, no it's alright. I don't really use that thing anyways."
"Oh" He said as the stars began to fade. Smiling, he looked up at her. "Didn't know your head was so strong...and ninja quick." The boy snickered a bit, trying to inject humor into the situation, hoping to lighten the mood of fear and concern.
Tyler looked up at Aly, completely dazed. "Wha...what happened?" He was able to mumble, holding his head. "It feels like I got hit by a rock"
really? can I see it?
"Waffle...waffle in the carrot patch under the corkscrew." It was complete gibberish, the swelling was interfering with Tyler's already limited capacity to make sense. Looking around, he tried to pinpoint the voice floating in the blur.
yah you sent it to me
just talking to you
It's been ok yours?
you're getting better
didn't look at it honestly
Tyler fell backwards, a bump forming on his head. He didn't know what hit him. It had to have been something hard and fast. Were those stars he was seeing?
Sitting on her bedside, tyler looked down at the girl, worry in his eyes. This was all too unreal. This girl, the boy with the sword, the noises, demons? He didn't want to believe it, but this place was all he feared, not even fun. "What have I been drafted into?"
