The Keyblade War-Breath of the Future

"No words can change what I allowed you to go through. As much as I could try to make it up to you, the memories will still remain. What I did can not be changed. I'm sorry and I understand if you hate me."

 

Phisoxa blocked the orb with her keyblade and made it bounce off.
Phisoxa:" I don't care what you have to say, how about you just lay down and make it easy for me, maybe I will make your death painless."

 

"Sorry can't do that" he said, hitting the ground with his Keyblade. The gravity in the place disappereas for a second making Phisoxa fall over.

 

"Father..." said Atem very angry. "You failed me. I could never forgive you. Dr. Traken has only allowed me to fight with you on my request. This fight like your last one will be a fight to the death." Atem summoned his special keyblade. The Dark Stain which had the special ability of leaving a person permanently scared for life, should they get cut by this special keyblade.

 

Phisoxa fell to the ground and struggled to get up, unsure on what was going on.
Phisoxa:" Whats going on?"

 

Gravity retuned almost instantly. "I have the ability to nulfy gravity within a kilometer radius" Phantoma said.

 

Phisoxa shot back up and on to her feet.
Phisoxa:" Gravity huh? Then this should be interesting."
She said as she began running towards him and jumped into the air, planning something as she made sure that she was in the air right above him.

 

Phantoma hit the ground again and the gravity flung Phisoxa across the room.

 

"Then kill me" Mixt said "I will not raise my blade against my child" Mixt said simply. And he meant it. There was nothing he planned to do in order to block Atem. Mixt even removed his armor down through his shirt. Mixt now stood bare-chested with absolutely nothing to take the attack. "My life is yours. But I must tell you this first. Decide if you truly want to do this. Wounds of the heart never truly heal. I would know better than anyone. I've lived a long life and there is much I am not proud of. Life moves on but the momories will not fade. All of our hearts are connected and when you injure a heart your heart is injured as well. The stronger the conection, the more painful it is for you. I've made that choice several times for different reasons, but my heart could not bear to strike you. Do with me what you will..."

 

Dr. Traken smiled as he saw Mixt take this move.

Atem at first was shocked at Mixt's reply and what Mixt did next. Atem was in complete shock that his father was going to truly let him do what he wished. Atem then suddenly got a sick twisted smile on his face. Atem then went to stab Mixt in the chest.

 

Phisoxa:" Damn how can this be? I thought the gravitational pull would bring me down on top of him, but I guess not."
She said as she gritted her teeth in pain after flying into the wall.

 

"You can't win against me" he said walking towards her.

 

Mixt took the blade cleanly, taking no resistance to it. As blood poured from his chest a tear rolled down his cheek. "I am sorry... my son..." Mixt then fell to his knees. He wasn't quite dead yet, but unless someone gave him a power spell or potion he would die with the next few seconds.

 

As Mixt slowly died there was a sound in the back ground. The sound of a baby crying... It was coming from the loud speakers...

"Shut up, you stupid kid!" yelled Dr. Traken, not realizing the microphone was on.

The Atem that had struck Mixt was not Atem at all... simply another clone of Dr. Traken's. Mixt had been decieved.

"I hate you, Father." said the cloned Atem

 

Phisoxa:" How am I going to get out of this one? I mean really everytime he switches the gravity in the place it messes up my means to attack. Need to find some way to get to him without being thrown off someplace, what to do?"
She thought sliding down the wall and onto the ground below.

 

Phantoma stopped a few meters away from Phisoxa. "Give up" he said to Phisoxa.

 

"I have failed you... my dear son..." Mixt said as the last of his life slipped away. Mixt's body fell forward onto the ground and lied in the slowly growing pool of blood.

 

Phisoxa:" No I won't there's no way I'm going to give up, not this time."
She said waiting for him to come nearer.

 

Phantoma didn't move. H ejust stood there looking at Phisoxa.

 

Music

"Yes..." said Dr. Traken as he smiled. He watched Mixt die before his very eye's. At that moment, Dr. Traken realized that a god could be beaten. Dr. Traken laughed and giggled. "And I have plenty of the flower's nectar, thanks to you, Mixt. I truly owe you everything. For, from this day foward, the universe shall be mine!"

Dr. Traken pressed a button on his control panel and the clone of Atem self destructed. Atem's clone screamed but it was useless... he was dead. Dr. Traken then had to figure out what he was going to do with the real Atem, Raxtion, and Nny.