Since the site was down for a good chunk of yesterday and I had a hair appointment to go to, I was unable to post Chapter 3 of Ability. So, since it would be rude for me to totally ignore that, I decided to give you 3 and 4 in the same day. Enjoy! (Just so you know, Chapter 3 was one of the chapters I hated the most...but I loved writing chapter 4!) Chapter 3: It Sucks to Be a Jailbird Saix is not a nice name, and he isn't a very nice guy, either. He's got this freakish cotton-candy colored hair that makes me sick to my stomach, and he has these sickeningly yellow eyes that are crossed by an ugly X-shaped scar across his face. His ears make him look like an elf, too, but I'm more concerned about the way that he looks at me as Xigbar and I march into the room. Before he noticed us, he was seated at a wooden table in the center of what looked to be a library, scanning through a book and taking notes on a sheet of yellow paper. When he looked up, I had to fight my instincts to run. His creepy eyes reminded me of rabid cats, and I thought about telling him so..but he spoke up first. "You're Zexion's little friend, aren't you? You're the reason he was gone so long." He rose from his chair and began picking up his papers, shuffling them into order. "No I'm not." I said, putting a hand on my hip. "I hate Zexion." "Me too." He nodded. "But that's not important. What's important is that Xigbar tells me why you two disturbed my research." Saix, who obviously wasn't researching, glared at us both, and I felt Xigbar's grip tighten on my wrists. "We uh...came 'cuz Larxene sent us." "Larxene sent you." "Yeah...said Elizabeth here needed some 'accommodations.'" "We don't have any rooms." Saix pointed out sourly, scanning his "notes." "Yeah, I know, she said to tell ya that she didn't mean a room." "Oh, in that case..." Saix frowned but started for the door. "Right this way, if you please." "Right this way" means a good twenty minute's walk through twisting castle passages in Saix vocabulary, which sucked for me. My feet were starting to blister from all the walking I was being forced to do, which wasn't making my mood any better than it already was. By the time we had marched our way up an invisible staircase (which Xigbar told me was Ruin and Creation's Passage) I was about to rip somebody's head off. Unfortunately for me, our destination turned out to be a cold, white cell in the corner of what appeared to be an atrium of some sort. As soon as the two men left me alone, I began exploring my new prison. It was far larger than it seemed from the outside, because most of it was hidden under the shadows of the walls. It got really dark as I followed the east wall back, so I ended up running my hand against the wall as a guide. I found a cot about sixteen steps from where my visibility ended, but I kept walking. The cell continued on for a quite a ways, and I constantly found myself checking over my shoulder. My east-wall following plan had a single gaping hole in it which I had been stupid enough to overlook. Instead of stretching my free hand out in front of me like a smart person would have done, I had it at my side, which left me vulnerable to the front. It wasn't attack from an enemy that I was worried about...it was a certain inanimate object that had me concerned. It also appeared that I had just found this object. I sat on the cold floor for some time, holding my injured nose and muttering curses at the rear wall in front of me. It really hadn't dawned on me just bad my current situation was. I was in a completely different world with no knowledge of how to return home. To make matters worse, I was stuck in a cell that was most likely escapable...but I figured I was safer inside then out. After all, if everyone was as powerful as the slight brush I'd had with a single one of their member's powers... "Would you stop crying?" The voice seemed to come from the darkness around me, but I realized it was only in my head. "Who...what?" I asked, panicking. "Its me...why are you freaking out, Elizabeth?" "Who is 'me?' And how do you know my name?" I had heard this voice before, but I was having difficulty matching the voice with a name. "You know who I am." Blue hair, one blue eye...who was this? "It's Zexion." I stopped listening to the voice for a moment in an attempt to figure out whether I hated Zexion or not. I decided that distrust was the best way to put it, and spoke up again. "Why are you here?" I asked, doing my best to sound annoyed. I knew he wouldn't be fooled. "Because nobody else will talk to me, and because nobody else will talk to you." He had a point, but I refused to admit it. “Xigbar would've talked to me." "Xigbar is..." I heard Zexion trail off for a moment, a few faint spoken words from some direction, then: "...not your type." "And you are?" "No, I'm not. Would you come up here and actually talk to me?" "I really don't feel like it." I told him, tapping my fingers together. I could totally imagine the look on his face right now, and it was making my day a whole lot more enjoyable waited a few more minutes to be sure that our short conversation had officially ended and that he had left before I made my way to the front of the cell. My progress was slow because I chose to crawl, but I reached the bars a few minutes later, happy to see the now-fading light. I reclined against the wall, sighing and closing my eyes. I was starting to enjoy being locked up in here, which was more disturbing than it was good. First off, I didn't have to go to work and constantly freak out if Zexion (who is to be known as The Stupid, Ugly Boy from this point forward) made some sort of noise while he slept. Oh, and I didn't have to worry about doing my makeup, because there obviously wasn't much to impress around here. They're probably all gay, anyway. "I'm not gay!" A blond-haired Organization member said, his hand reaching up to pull at the ends of his mullet-like hairdo. I recognized this guy to be Demyx, the one with the funny names from the alley. From what I'd seen so far, he wasn't exactly on the Smartest People List...his IQ was probably down where I want my number of traffic-violation tickets to be. But he was just standing there, looking about as stupid as he most likely was. His arm was wrapped protectively around a blue sitar with abnormally-pointy tuning pegs, complete with three strings and a fair amount of unnecessary blue, black, and silver paint. Anyway, he has his arm wrapped around the sitar in such an endearing way that I can't help but feel sorry for the instrument. "What's that?" I say, pointing to the sitar in a rather comical way. Demyx doesn't pick up on my joke and believes that I honestly am asking a question. "This," He replies proudly. "Is my baby." "You must have one weird wife..." I laugh, I knowing that he probably won't understand that joke, either. "I totally get how you named it, too. Sitar...you know, 'itar' from your wife, who probably is a guitar...and S, from you!" "Huh?" "S for sucky!" Demyx looks at me like I'm some sort of terrible, wicked, man-killing animal that really deserves to be locked up. He obviously understood that one, and is hurt by it, but he decides that he'd much rather dissolve his sitar into a puddle of water and run back down the hall, leaving me alone for the rest of the day. Suddenly, I really do feel like a terrible person. Chapter 4: The Comic Organization It's my first entry in a long, long while. For the past (if I actually know how long I was gone, I would tell you) My pencil paused, tapped against the leather-bound journal a few times, and finally rested against my cheek. I really didn't know exactly how long I had been trapped in the lab with Elizabeth, mostly because I'd lost interest in measuring time a long while ago. I considered my next words carefully. I was being held in a laboratory in some random world in which most of the inhabitants were humans. The only one of these humans I had that misfortune of meeting was a young female scientist by the name of Elizabeth, who has turned out to be one of the rudest, most inconsiderate beings that was ever created. I did a quick sketch of Elizabeth beneath this short bit, complete with her signature glare. I figured that it gave her too much credit, so I threw in a mustache and a thought-bubble that read I'm Psychopathic! I brought her back to the castle with me, and last I heard, she was being placed in a cell under Saix's more-than-capable hands. Or...so I hope. If she causes him any trouble, I'm sure he'll just go berserk on her and teach her a lesson. Nothing a good, sturdy beating couldn't fix, eh? In other news, I have just returned from a mini-trip up to the Alter of Naught for a talk with Xemnas. I was expecting something terrible, but it turns out he was just interested in welcoming me back to the Organization. He even asked me to keep an extra-close eye on Marluxia, who apparently is causing some trouble. He also doesn't seem bothered about Elizabeth, because Demyx seems to think of her as a pet...and we ALL know what happens if one of Demyx's pets tries to leave... Zexion Well, that was a rather pointless journal entry. Oh well. With a sigh, I closed the little journal and tossed it onto my dresser from my perch on the end of my bed. The only thing I couldn't really express onto my journal's pages was how exhausted I was...but, on the other hand, I wasn't tired enough to settle for an afternoon nap. Instead, I found myself shuffling down the eerily-empty halls of the castle, no particular destination in mind. Down the hallway a bit, I could hear what sounded to me like Larxene screaming at Marluxia again, and the hiss of mutant flowers as Marluxia sent his flower-minions after her. The sounds that ensued were quite entertaining. I strolled past the doorway just as somebody was being thrown up against the door (followed by an angered shriek that could come from either of the two neophytes) which finally got my attention. I appeared just inside the room with the quiet swirling sound of my still-open portal behind me, watching the alarmed expressions of two equally messy-looking neophytes. Marluxia, the egotistic, pink-haired guy of the two, saw me first. He was standing over by the window, his pink scythe in hand as he commanded his flower minions about the room. One of these minions had buried its teeth in the back of Elizabeth's extra lab coat, which caused me stop eyeing Marluxia like he was mad and shake the thing off. Larxene, on the other hand, was lying face-down on the floor, a particularly-large flower bouncing up and down on her back, hissing insanely. She was growling something about weed killer, which made the flower hiss louder. "What's going on in here?" I ask, turning back to Marluxia. Because he happens to be the one not being attacked at the moment (although I see a few kunai pinning his cloak to the wall) I figure he's more likely to answer my question. "Larxene said I liked pink!" Marluxia whines, pointing at the sadist on the floor. "Marluxia... you do like pink." I point out. Marluxia nods. "True, true...but she wasn't very nice about saying it." "Well, that's because Marly over there told me that he thinks your little girlfriend is cuter than I am." Larxene had gotten to her feet and was now pulling off the flower's petals one by one. The flower didn't like it (hence the high-pitched screaming) and Marluxia didn't either, who was flinching with every scream. "First off, she's not my girlfriend...and she's not pretty either." "Exactly. That's why I used her to compare Larx with." Larxene yowled angrily and threw herself at the older nobody, yellow kunai peeking out from between her fingers like claws. “Whatever." I mumbled, stepping back outside again and continuing down the hallway. I could still hear the fight until I stepped out in the atrium that was our cell block. In other words, where Elizabeth was. And although I couldn't see her, I could hear profanity coming from the rear of the cell. I stopped and tried to start a conversation, but the spoiled brat wouldn't accept my apology. Oh well. That left me to go bother Axel and Roxas, who were probably watching TV as usual. Which was exactly where they were, watching America's Next Top Model. Roxas, the keyblade-using member of the Organization, pointed at the screen. "Dude, she's hot." "With about twenty T's, too." Axel agrees, nodding his head. When Axel notices me, he grins. "'Sup little dude?" "Wait, I thought I was Little Dude." "Littler Dude." Axel corrects him. "Wanna watch with us?" "Think I'll pass." I say, eyeing the two of them suspiciously. The whole TV room is wreck: ice cream bowls everywhere, crinkled cans littering the floor, and random burn marks on the furniture. "You seen Demyx lately?" "Yeah, he came through here a few minutes ago, saying something about going to visit his pet." "And Xaldin?" "Playing cards with Luxord, as usual." "What about Vexen?" "In the lab with Lexaeus." "Right." I leave the two couch potatoes to their show, walking back down the hall. What on Earth was there to do? Oh, I know...get mauled by Xigbar, who seems to have decided that it's a brilliant idea to go screaming down the hallways, running as fast as he can go with his eyes closed! "Dude! Dude! Duuuude!" Xigbar says as soon as he's sure that I'm still breathing properly. "There are twisted things going on outside Demyx's room! TWISTED!" "Like what?" I manage to stay calm, watching Xigbar jump up and down like a kid at the carnival. "Like...like..." He leans closer to me and whispers his next word with his voice filled with fear. "Music." "What does 'Melodious' mean to you, Xigbar?" I ask sarcastically. "No, I mean...c'mon." The Sharpshooter opened a portal and dragged me in with him, transporting us to outside IX's door. Sure enough, the music coming from inside wasn't Demyx's usual variety. We open the door and peer inside. Demyx is sitting on the end of his bed, a black cello between his knees. He drags the bow across the stings, making them vibrate and produce a tuneless, hideous chord. Xigbar and I both flinch, which gets Demyx's attention. He looks up at us, looking so pathetically sad it was hard not to feel sorry for him. "She's mean!" He whines, wrapping his arms around the neck of his cello and hugging it tightly. "She made fun of my sitar, so I got my cello." "Great." Xigbar says, ignoring him completely. "Who is 'she?'" I already know the answer. "Elizabeth." "I'm gonna kill her. She's only here two hours, and already she's causing trouble! Dem, Zexy, let's go." He grabs us both and shoves us into the portal before him, the cello falling onto the carpeted floor with a bang. We arrive in the atrium seconds later, turning to face the cell that holds our target. But Xemnas is already there.
yay!!!! Still my buddies fan-ficcy!!!!!! Loved it just as much the second time around. Go Zexxy!!!!!! (and Elizabeth....)
