Re: Dusk's Dream [Prequel to Twilit Road to Dawn]{Ch5 Pt1 Up}
Next chapter. Man, I seriously have got to work on this more. X(
“What the hell happened?” I asked myself. I brought my hand up to my hand, which was throbbing almost uncontrollably, and rubbed my forehead. My memory was a little fuzzy from the fall, but I did remember one thing. That Zexion was actually okay. Sure, he sort of dropped me off a cliff, but it was an accident, right? He didn’t mean to. I also remembered that his hair did something funky, but I didn’t really think about that too much.
I told myself to get up, but then a very important question popped into my head: if I just fell off a cliff, how the hell am I even having thoughts? My eyes shot open and I instantly checked myself to make sure that I wasn’t actually dead. Or hurt badly. Because being alive would really suck if it meant that I had massive injuries. Everything seemed to be in order, so I took a look around me.
I was in a room with windows that seemed to be boarded up and dust covering practically everything. I was sitting on a pretty decent bed, but it too was covered in dust. It seemed as if no one had been in here in a really long time. But if that was true, then how did I get here? Curiouser and curiouser.
I got off the bed and went over to the window, hoping that I could see something that could help me figure out where I was. It didn’t help at all, though, because through the very tiny holes in the boards all I saw were trees. I took a step back and looked around the room again. My eyes landed on a door that was almost hidden behind a bunch of junk.
Okay, this is seriously getting weird, I thought. There are only two ways I can think of that would explain how I got into this dusty room with boarded up windows and a blocked door. Either I subconsciously teleported my way in here… or someone brought me here. I took a breath and walked toward the door. Only one way to find out.
I tried to quickly and quietly move all the stuff out of the way, just in case someone else actually was there, but everything was loud and heavy. I briefly contemplated using Xehanort’s method of teleport, but then I swore to myself that I was never going to use anything that jackass taught me and kept pushing.
Eventually I got enough stuff out of the way that I would be able to squeeze through the door, so I turned the knob… It was stuck. I tried to turn it harder, but the thing wouldn’t budge.
“Great, it’s locked,” I groaned. An idea popped into my head and I took a couple steps back. I braced myself, then ran as fast as I could at the door. I was hoping to knock it down or loosen the lock or something. Apparently there was stuff on the other side of the door, too, because I bounced off that thing like it was a trampoline.
“Owie,” I moaned from the ground. I rolled onto my side and cradled my head. “Ow, ow, ow.”
“What the hell?” someone asked from the other side of the door. There was some scraping and groaning before the door opened. A boy wearing an Organization outfit with long, silver spiky hair and a blindfold stepped in and looked at me on the ground, gently rocking back and forth with my hands wrapped around my head. “What happened?”
I stopped rocking and stood up, still seeing stars. “Who the hell are you?” I asked him. He looked at me, then at the door, and smiled.
“Did you seriously just run into the door?” he asked, looking amused. My face flush and I immediately felt embarrassed.
“What! No, I did not. You probably just heard some of this junk fall over,” I said defensively. I kicked part of a shield to prove my point, but it was a lot harder than I expected.
“Uh huh. Then why were you on the floor?” I glared at him for a moment before making my way to the door. He stepped in front of me, blocking my exit. He was taller than me, so there was no way I was getting past him.
“Who are you, anyway?” I asked, attempting to take control of the situation. The boy just looked at me and laughed. We had what I thought was a staring contest for a moment before he finally sighed.
“I guess I’ll have to talk to DiZ. He’ll know what to do with you.” Then he turned and walked out of the door, shutting it behind him. I heard a clicking sound, which I figured to mean that he locked the door behind him.
“Looks like I’ll be staying for a while,” I sighed, falling back on the bed.
Next chapter. Man, I seriously have got to work on this more. X(
Chapter 5: Two Men of Twilight Town
Part 2
Part 2
“What the hell happened?” I asked myself. I brought my hand up to my hand, which was throbbing almost uncontrollably, and rubbed my forehead. My memory was a little fuzzy from the fall, but I did remember one thing. That Zexion was actually okay. Sure, he sort of dropped me off a cliff, but it was an accident, right? He didn’t mean to. I also remembered that his hair did something funky, but I didn’t really think about that too much.
I told myself to get up, but then a very important question popped into my head: if I just fell off a cliff, how the hell am I even having thoughts? My eyes shot open and I instantly checked myself to make sure that I wasn’t actually dead. Or hurt badly. Because being alive would really suck if it meant that I had massive injuries. Everything seemed to be in order, so I took a look around me.
I was in a room with windows that seemed to be boarded up and dust covering practically everything. I was sitting on a pretty decent bed, but it too was covered in dust. It seemed as if no one had been in here in a really long time. But if that was true, then how did I get here? Curiouser and curiouser.
I got off the bed and went over to the window, hoping that I could see something that could help me figure out where I was. It didn’t help at all, though, because through the very tiny holes in the boards all I saw were trees. I took a step back and looked around the room again. My eyes landed on a door that was almost hidden behind a bunch of junk.
Okay, this is seriously getting weird, I thought. There are only two ways I can think of that would explain how I got into this dusty room with boarded up windows and a blocked door. Either I subconsciously teleported my way in here… or someone brought me here. I took a breath and walked toward the door. Only one way to find out.
I tried to quickly and quietly move all the stuff out of the way, just in case someone else actually was there, but everything was loud and heavy. I briefly contemplated using Xehanort’s method of teleport, but then I swore to myself that I was never going to use anything that jackass taught me and kept pushing.
Eventually I got enough stuff out of the way that I would be able to squeeze through the door, so I turned the knob… It was stuck. I tried to turn it harder, but the thing wouldn’t budge.
“Great, it’s locked,” I groaned. An idea popped into my head and I took a couple steps back. I braced myself, then ran as fast as I could at the door. I was hoping to knock it down or loosen the lock or something. Apparently there was stuff on the other side of the door, too, because I bounced off that thing like it was a trampoline.
“Owie,” I moaned from the ground. I rolled onto my side and cradled my head. “Ow, ow, ow.”
“What the hell?” someone asked from the other side of the door. There was some scraping and groaning before the door opened. A boy wearing an Organization outfit with long, silver spiky hair and a blindfold stepped in and looked at me on the ground, gently rocking back and forth with my hands wrapped around my head. “What happened?”
I stopped rocking and stood up, still seeing stars. “Who the hell are you?” I asked him. He looked at me, then at the door, and smiled.
“Did you seriously just run into the door?” he asked, looking amused. My face flush and I immediately felt embarrassed.
“What! No, I did not. You probably just heard some of this junk fall over,” I said defensively. I kicked part of a shield to prove my point, but it was a lot harder than I expected.
“Uh huh. Then why were you on the floor?” I glared at him for a moment before making my way to the door. He stepped in front of me, blocking my exit. He was taller than me, so there was no way I was getting past him.
“Who are you, anyway?” I asked, attempting to take control of the situation. The boy just looked at me and laughed. We had what I thought was a staring contest for a moment before he finally sighed.
“I guess I’ll have to talk to DiZ. He’ll know what to do with you.” Then he turned and walked out of the door, shutting it behind him. I heard a clicking sound, which I figured to mean that he locked the door behind him.
“Looks like I’ll be staying for a while,” I sighed, falling back on the bed.