The Keyblade War-Breath of the Future

Phantoma stood up. "Don't worry about it" he said jumping down.

Above the world where Doctor Traken had set up his base two warships appeared above it.

 

Robbie flash stepped away from the incoming sword.

My assistant is acting very strange. said Dr. Traken Perhaps it is the secret he holds inside him. Oh well... should I fail... he will kill them.

 

Mixt snapped and the sword detonated instantly from contact with the air.

 

Phisoxa was mentally in pain as she watched the copy being swallowed by the light, it was basically eating him alive. Even though the light seemed to be all good natured and harmless, it attacked those whose hearts were full of darkness and ate their hearts. Just as a heartless would do to an innocent.
Phisoxa:" I'm sorry it has to be this painful for you, but I have no other choice. Go to sleep now."

 

Robbie had flash stepped away... but not far enough. The force from the blast hurt Robbie severly. Robbie was knocked out of super speed and sent flying into the floor. Robbie was still conscious, but barely alive. He had taken a critical hit. Robbie struggled to get up to continue fighting Mixt...

"Phisoxa..." said Mixt, weaker... "Please... stop the pain... I love you, Phiso..." the Mixt clone died right there on the spot and was swallowed completely by the light.

"Congragulations, Phisoxa." said Dr. Traken on the loud speaker "You are now allowed to continue to the last and final test."

Dr. Traken opened the door to the next test room. Dr. Traken then walked over to Phantoma. "It is time."

 

"This will be the last time we see each other doctor" he said walking away from Tarken and towards where he was meant to fight Phisoxa.

 

Mixt used alchemy redirect the energy that was coming at him into his keyblade and then after taking a moment to stabalize the energy Mixt threw it at Robbie, for once in a clasic raid style. However the energy made a trail after the keyblade making an energy disc effect.

 

Robbie didn't have enough strength to dodge it and took the hit head on. Robbie's body was thrown far from the impact. Robbie seemed lifeless... as he didn't move at all where his body was flung. "mixt..." Robbie barely managed to say wanting to say, something to Mixt before he passed.

 

The light ate up the clone's body and only left a shadowy black imprint where his body used to lay. Phisoxa bent down and touched the imprint for a moment and then walked away towards the next door and opened it, walking in.

 

Mixt stood there smiling. It had been a good fight. Reguardless of the shap Robbie was in he still needed to be careful of traps so Mixt didn't come to his side. "Yes Robbie?"

 

Phantoma stood in the center of the room waiting for Phisoxa. He had Dark Light in one hand and a black orb in the other. He had headphones on listening to music.

The two warships started shooting at Trakens base, the blasts made contact with the wall which didn't destroy it but the shockwave was like an earthquake threw the base and the wall section that got hit got slightly weaker with each hit.

 

"For... what it's worth..." said Robbie, too weak to speak, yet speaking anyway. "I... I was proud to fight by your side during the war... there are more trails on the way... be careful of them... They will crush you if you are not careful... Good-bye... Mixt..." That was Robbie's last words as he passed. Suddenly the door opened to the third and final match.

"Good luck, Mixt." said Dr. Traken on the loud speaker. "For this next fight, you'll need it."

 

Phisoxa walked into the area and noticed the strange man in the middle of floor just listening to his music as if nothing were going to happen. For some reason she thought she recognized him but shook it off.
Phisoxa:" Now what."

 

Mixt walked through the door and looked arround. He felt the tremmors but assumed it was Phisoxa since she would of course be fighting as well.

 

There was one man standing between him and Dr. Traken. The man appeared to be in his late 20's. At first Mixt didn't recognize him... but as Mixt drew closer and looked closer, he realized that this man had some of the same traits as he did. Not all of them of course... he had Phisoxa's eye color though...

"Mixt, I would like to introduce you to Atem." said Dr. Traken, letting the shock sink in. "While you were figuring out that I had your son, I genetically enhanced him in many ways. I made him older... faster... stronger... Giving him some of the traits of myself and some traits of my Panacea fighters. He is in every way the greatest fighter in the universe. And he IS your son."

"Hello, Father." said Atem with cold eye's glaring at Mixt.

 

"We fight, one of us dies and the other lives" Phantoma said turning to Phisoxa.

 

Phisoxa:" I would ask you to step down and not waste your life, but my son's life is at hand, sorry."
She said as she summoned her key and began walking towards him.

 

"Life?" he asked before laughing. "Oh how I miss such talks" he said as he aimed the black orb at Phisoxa and fired it at her.

 

Mixt looked back at Atem with loving sadness. "Well son. I'm sorry I couldn't be there with you. But I'm here now"

 

"Is that all you have to say?" asked Atem confused in his father's words.