All right here's the next updart. Sorry I haven't updated in so long, I've been really busy, and I had a big writers block with Keyblade smitey's guy before sorting it out. I Hope you like it Keyblade Smitey! Here it is and I hope the rest of you like it too.
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Wyrda stared around, his lance at the ready as he stared around at the strange place around him. He was in a gigantic spherical room, the gunmetal walls stretching up into the heavens, disappearing from sight as it soared up like some ancient ladder, leading into some secret dominion, untouched by man. Yet there was nothing ancient about this place. Wyrda instantly recognized the telltale whirr of machinery, and as he leaned his ear against the silver walls he could hear the dull beep of a computer every other second, the tiny sound echoing in the silence, throbbing like his pumping heart as he slowly came to realize where he was. He had been here only once before, and that time he had only glimpsed it through a quickly closing door. He stared around in newfound awe, and some nervousness as he looked at the thin blue lines etched into the silver walls like veins in the throat of a great beast. He whistled nervously, his the shrill noise echoing off the walls of the tubular room, mocking him as it ricocheted off the walls and came back to him, the chorus’s of his whistle transforming into a laughing shriek, and then suddenly a cry of pain. Wyrda gasped and the gasp reverberated around the room, the sound waves blasting off the curbed walls and sending shots of pain blasting through his head. He grabbed his head with his hands, gritting his teeth in the pain, forcing himself not to shout out in pain, and he waited painfully for the mocking echoes to subside, the sound fading slowly like the waves at the beach slowly receding back into the ocean, shrinking in power until it was the same, monotonous throbbing that he had entered into in the beginning.
Wyrda sighed, careful to see if the noise would echo like the previous. Fortunately, it was silent. He walked forward carefully into the center, his lance at the ready as he looked around at the majesty of the room. If he was in the room he thought he was, than he was standing in a room most people considered legend. He was in the room where lives where decided every day. Where decisions that changed the world where recorded, and where even the dust particles floating through the air were witness to some of the most important data every recorded. He was in the Governments Main Database.
“You’re right in thinking it’s a legend,” said a voice behind him, and Wyrda started, spinning around suddenly, his mismatched eyes flashing as fast as his lance rose in the air when he saw the person making the comment.
“Xehanort!” he hissed quietly, trying not to make the thunderous echo again, spinning his lance into a neutral stance, ready to attack or defend at a moments notice.
“Relax, I’ve turned on the sound barrier,” Xehanort laughed walking slowly in a circle around Wyrda, his steps tracing a large invisible oval on the pale grey floor, “The government pays millions of taxpayers dollars to protect this place. You don’t think part of the fortune didn’t go to making it soundproof?”
“Shut it Xenahort!” shouted Wyrda, raising his voice at the absence of the torturous echoes, “You’ve ruined enough lives for a thousand life sentences! I’m taking you in!”
He rushed at Xehanort, his lance spinning like a the eye of hurricane, a blurred wheel of energy flashing in his hand, and he let fly, the shining ring of power shooting from his hand like a blast from a holy dragon, an aura of white flames radiating in a spiraling wave of strength from the flying lance as it shot through the air toward Xenahort, the raging vengeance of Wyrda imbued in every particle of the wrathful attack.
Xehanort smiled quietly and summoned Riku’s Keyblade in a flash of twilight, leaping to the right and rolling on his side as the energy disk blasted next to him, spiraling off like a boomerang before rounding around to return to Wyrda’s hand. Wyrda’s hand shot into the air, snatching the lance out of the air and he spun around in the same movement, launching his lance again like a spear from behind, a shining arrow shot from an invisible bow. Xehanort sidestepped the spear easily, slashing upward at it as it went flashing past him, sending the lance spiraling up into the air. Wyrda leapt over Xehanort, somersaulting in the air , his Third-Eye band calculating his jump, and he snatched the lance mid flip, and he twisted, landing catlike behind Xehanort, ready to bring him in dead or alive.
Suddenly Xehanort dropped Riku’s Keyblade with a clang, and stepped backwards, raising his palms upward in a motion of peace. Wyrda stood cautiously, his lance still at the ready, as he stared at the obvious motion of surrender on Xehanort’s part.
“Why are we fighting, Wyrda?” asked Xehanort, almost boredly, staring at Wyrda with his hands in the air, “We are the same, you and I. We both serve a corrupt government, one that has destroyed countless lives and countless civilizations. We just have different ways of doing it.”
“Is that your way of saying you’ll come quietly?” asked Wyrda sarcastically and he stepped toward Xehanort, his hand twisting slightly so his lance went into a neutral stance, “You’re coming with me, whether you use your mind tricks or no.”
“Of course,” said Xehanort, sighing sadly, “I should have known. You government types are all the same. Can’t see past the end of your own noses.”
“Shut it, criminal,” shouted Wyrda and he leapt toward Xehanort, who stood still, the lance flashing in the grey light like a twinkling star. Wyrda made a sound of triumph as the lance slashed through Xehanort in shining sweep, but then shock shot through him like a bolt of lightning as Xehanort disappeared in a vortex of numbers and binary codes, which lingered in the air like ghosts from some alternate dimension before fading away into the pale grey light.
“Sorry,” said a voice behind him, and Wyrda spun around to see Xehanort standing in the center of the circular room, “I thought you’d remember rule #781 in the handbook. Check to see if enemy is real. I mean, you almost lost fighting to my data-based projection.”
“My bad,” said Wyrda, getting more fed up by the minute, “What are you doing here, convict? You were on the run after Haerthos screwed up your plan.’
“I came to see you,” said Xehanort, and Wyrda could sense no feeling of deception or falseness in his voice, “I thought I might explain a few things…”
“Explain what?” shouted Wyrda, his voice rising like a tsunami in the midst of a calm sea, “For the last five years you’ve caused nothing but trouble for the government!”
“What do you know about me?” asked Xehanort, his smirk making Wyrda angrier by the second, and he closed his eyes, his closed lids staring up at the endless ceiling, “What propaganda has the government spat out this time?”
“You were a brilliant scientist under the head of the Trinity Committee of Light Industries,” recited Wyrda from memory, the three pages dedicated to Xehanort burned into his mind from endless readings from the EVIL MASTERMINDS OF THE CENTURY the Government had given him, “When the head of your department, Ansem the Wise got the orders to cease working on the DARKNESS project, you betrayed him and continued the research secretly with your fellow coworkers. After you created that… machine that creates Heartless, you sent them out to take over other worlds, and your runaway project, your Heartless, went off to open a secret government file in Kingdom Hearts! After you were caught, you used your other project, your Nobody, to try and take Kingdom Hearts again. But you were stopped again. And than after three long years of war that YOU started, you disappeared. And now you’re back. And now I’m going throw you in a two foot cell and lock you there for eternity.”
“Is that what they teach new agents these days?” asked Xehanort sadly, still standing in the middle of the room, staring mournfully at Wyrda, “Why does the government feel like it has to lie to the people? They deserve to know the truth. You deserve to know the truth.”
“Don’t try your mind games on me, Xehanort,” said Wyrda, his single greenblue eye flashing as his red one glinted menacingly, “I know your tricks…”
“Oh do you?” asked Xehanort, surprised, “I guess you won’t believe me then when I tell you what happened to your family. What really happened.” Wyrda froze, his eyes halting mid glare, and for a second Wyrda went rigid, before he instantly caught himself again.
“Nice try, Xehanort,” he said, his twirling into an attack stance, his eyes blazing in fury and malice, “The old, ‘What really happened to your family’ gig. Really original.”
Xehanort ignored the sarcasm, and raised his hand, pointing to the middle of the floor. Suddenly it lit up, a shining pillar of light raising from the gunmetal floor, breaking the surface of the blank ground like a whale breaching the surface of the ocean, rising like an iceberg from the great depths of the artic, until it remained stationary about five feet from the ground, a light grey half circle, that stood between Wyrda and Xehanort.
“What if I told you,” whispered Xehanort softly, his hands reaching out and touching the grey computer terminal that had risen out of the ground, “That the government could have destroyed Heartless ages ago?”
“Impossible,” scoffed Wyrda, a strange nervousness beating in his chest, “The government has been trying for ages to get rid of the Heartless threat. They have all the best scientists working on it.”
“More lies…” laughed Xehanort, his fingers dancing a mysterious tap dance on the computer terminal, invisible sensors lighting up and then disappearing into the grey metal once again, “The government discovered how to create Heartless ages ago. Do you really think they would keep creating the foul creatures if they didn’t know how to destroy them?” The words hit Wyrda like a cannonball, knocking the air out of his lungs and he barely concealed his disbelief in a grimacing smile.
“Do you really expect me to believe your deceptions, convict?” he said, his strong voice concealing his doubts, but his mismatched eyes revealed everything. Wyrda wasn’t sure if Xehanort caught on, but the criminal mastermind continued anyway.
“Ansem, the Wise,” he mocked spitefully the last two words before continuing, “Did receive orders to stop the project, but that was only to reassure to the public that things were safe. I was disappointed to be sure, but I knew my place. However I received a message later that day, and was visited by none other than the President himself. He presented me with an… interesting proposition…”
“Enough of your bull Xehanort!” shouted Wyrda, lunging at him, his red eye flashing dangerously as he swung his lance behind him to strike Xehanort’s body. Xehanort only chortled sadly, raising his hand to him, continuing despite the fact Wyrda was inches from slicing him into pieces.
“The president asked me and the others under Ansem’s control to continue with the darkness project,” he said, ignoring Wyrda’s snarl as he swung the lance back to strike him, the lance glittering with deadly beauty as it shone like white fire before reaching the peak of its power at a forty five degree angle behind Wyrda, “We were continue in secret, the government backing us quietly, to experiment with this new power and unlock the full potential of this darkness. Could you imagine the possibilities? Entire armies made of non-living creatures, which could be spat out like raindrops from the sky, entire fortresses created from the mysterious materials found when darkness conquered a wall of a world. Imagine Wyrda, entire worlds powered by the endless source energy deep inside their own core? The possibilities were enormous, enormous enough for a few casualties. Like your parents.”
Wyrda stopped dead mid strike, his lance hovering inches from Xehanort’s neck, the white hot flames licking tenderly at Xehanort’s face, lapping at his skin like the tongue of a hound of hell, barely restrained from sinking its fangs into the pale Xehanort’s neck, who quickly continued with his powerful words.
“Wyrda,” he whispered, very conscious of the white hot lance near his neck, “The Government used our machine to create every Heartless with a DWS, a Dark Wave Signature. It allows the government to track every Heartless in existence, as you know. However this Dark Wave Signature can be locked onto and destroyed remotely at the touch of a button. Anyone with the right access codes can destroy every Emblem Heartless in the world instantly, and from there, all it takes is a few modifications to the system to destroy the pureblood Heartless as well. All you need is a scientist. A quite brilliant scientist, I might add.”
“You said my family were casualties,” whispered Wyrda hoarsely, narrowing his greenblue and red eyes, their mismatched gaze burning an invisible mark in Xehanort’s face, trying to cut the lies out of his web of seductive words, an Xehanort sighed sadly.
“Yes. It was quite a loss,” said Xehanort mournfully, turning around so his back was facing Wyrda, “the Government had ordered us to keep the project going, while publicly assuring everyone that the assignment had been discontinued for public safety. Unfortunately, my dear colleague, Alex, as you know was a bit of a double agent. He tipped off your parents, who as you know were the head of the Investigations department, and they went off to do their job. They confronted me, and believe me; your mother can be very persuading with a Grade 7, triple barrel, hand blaster. I spilled the beans, promising that I would cease working on the project, and abandon all work if they decided to go public with the knowledge. They forgave me and ran, for I knew the government was due for a progress report soon. Only, I didn’t know that the president had seen them leaving as he came in.” Wyrda’s eyes froze, the red one icing over, turning a pale orange, and the blue-green one shifting to a terrible shade of pale turquoise.
“Yes, he confronted me about it,” whispered Xehanort, his eyes closing in pain as he reminisced on that moment, “He had his agents come in and beat me until I gave up what I knew. I told them everything. About how they knew about the ‘discontinued’ DARKNESS project, where those people who mysteriously ‘disappeared’ ended up, and what monstrous beings we had begun to spawn beneath our post in Radiant Garden. The president was in a deadly rage. He ordered me to continue with the project, threatening the life of me and my family if I didn’t comply with his demands. I hesitantly agreed, and he left immediately, with his top agents in tow. I have no way of knowing what happened next, but the next day when I heard the news of the mysterious gummi ship crash that killed your entire family, my worst fears were confirmed.”
Wyrda just stared hard at Xehanort, his icy eyes reflecting the fiery gleam and pearly green light of the orbs deeply set in his face, his mousey brown hair growing stiff and hard, and he just stared at the confessing criminal, his lance held tight in his pale, sweating hand. Xehanort spun around suddenly, his eyes gleaming with painful light.
“But there was something the president didn’t know,” he said quietly, “My parents had informed someone else of my misdeeds before the Government got to them. A small mouse King in a faraway world, a powerful ruler who had much influence in his world. They trusted the small King and instantly told him everything they could about the situation in the Government. He came as fast as he could on the gummi ship, getting their just after the crash that killed your family, and he realized just how dangerous this information was. Pretending to meet with Ansem to discuss the latest pregnancy of Brittany Spears III, he confronted the surprised head of our committee, telling him everything, all about the project we were doing, and his theory about the death of your family.”
“My master was outraged! He confronted us all, shouting for us to stop the project before he went to the public with the news. We tried to delay him, but he got to a holo-phone, and we were forced to lock him into one of our experiments, the darkness portal, which instead threw him into the Realm of Nothingness, essentially wiping him out of existence. But Ansem’s disappearance was not unnoticed. Ansem was a prominent member in society and he had a whole line of people asking about his strange absence from modern occurrences. Of course that was when all hell broke loose.”
Wyrda slowly straightened up, instantly feeling weak from the lack of movement from his threatening stance to Xehanort. He felt slow, and empty, his heart pumping blood slowly through his body, making his limbs feel hollow, and brittle, his mismatches eyes glazing over instead of their usual sharpness.
“Why?” he whispered, the grip on his lance loosening as he stared up at Xehanort, a painful desperation clouding his face, and Xehanort just smiled sadly.
“And after that you know what happened,” whispered Xehanort, ignoring his question, “One of our projects was ordered to take the seven princesses, and locate the lost prototype of the Keyblade, under the pretense of robbing the Kingdom Hearts vault, and under the pseudonym, Ansem. The public got wind, and the government spread propaganda, saying that I had run amuck and caused all this chaos secretly with a shadowy organization composed of me and my colleagues. Ironically, after my Heartless was destroyed, my Nobody created that propaganda-made Organization, in order to collect hearts for further experiments. I was a wreck, watching all my glorious projects fall to crime, and my reputation ruined by the government. I was lost until the government handed me another proposition…”
“Not the Ultima,” whispered Wyrda weakly, his eyes shining with the hope Xehanort would so no, “They wouldn’t… not if they knew…”
“Are you that naïve, Wyrda?” shouted Xehanort, slamming his fist on the terminal so a spiderweb of light spread from where his hand had struck it, “Are you that blind to the corruption you work for? The Government ordered me to find a spirit. A strong spirit, one that was caring for a powerful Keyblade. They gave me permission to take a spirit for my own, but unfortunately, those Keyblades are a bit picky. They wouldn’t come near me by will, so I had to take one the old fashion way.”
“Riku…” whispered Wyrda, his eyes sharpening with anger again, his weakness deepening, yet burning with flames of chaos and rage.
“He was the ideal source,” admitted Xehanort, summoning Riku’s Keyblade in a flash from where it lay on the ground, looking at it’s shining grey and red surface wonderingly, “I severed his connection with the Keyblade the night I took Kairi. The government reprogrammed his Keyblade to work for me, and I had my own private servant. Zuki. I must admit, that was one thing I found great about the whole thing...”
Wyrda growled, and Xehanort continued quickly, “After that you know the rest. I went into covert hiding, following the King and the others, and once the time was right, sending Zuki to appropriate Ira, and incapacitate Haerthos. The Government then directed me to a hidden laboratory in the World that Never Was, where I took the others and Ira, to await the experimentation. The government had taken all the equipment I would need from Kingdom Hearts and brought it there. Imagine what would happen if the experiment were to succeed? Limitless energy and limitless armies! Any spirit could be transformed into an immortal, undefeatable fighting behemoth, and angry leviathan that was only power, and had only one instinct… to destroy. An army of one could conquer all worlds, and an army of two could conquer the universe! An army of three could conquer the all universes parallel and beyond, and an army of four could be GOD! How could the government refuse that offer?”
“But,” Xehanort continued sadly, “The Government has betrayed us all. I can see that now. The Ultima is running loose, destroying everything in its path. It can’t be tamed. The Government has created a beast that it cannot destroy this time, and it has abandoned all hope of taking it. Why do you think the government sent you all on this mission? To kill two birds with one stone. If you fight the Ultima, and lose, they have rid the worlds of another pesky hero who ruined their plans three times, and then they will send another Keyblade wielder and his team to finish the job. If you fight the Ultima and win, the government will be waiting behind you to shoot you in the back the moment you shout with victory. Either way, you are going to lose. Unless…”
Wyrda looked up suddenly, his face set and stony, and Xehanort smiled.
“Unless we access the Kingdom Hearts vault using the access codes,” whispered Xehanort, his eyes staring down intently at Wyrda, “Once we have access to the vault, we can extract the technology necessary to make the modifications to the DWS program. After that we take control of all the Heartless, and hurl them at the Ultima, legions after legions of the foul creatures finally avenging all the government has destroyed. And once we’ve done that, we’ll attack the Government headquarters, and destroy all the corruption that has invaded our lives! We will wipe out every single one of them, and than concentrate on building a new society! One that is right! And just! And ruled by us! And then when we are done, we will destroy the Heartless, so that every one will live safety in their beds at night, not worrying if a government agent will pop through the floor and sink a knife between our shoulder blades.” He stared at Wyrda, breathless from his outburst of energy. Wyrda just stared at him blankly, his mismatched eyes as empty as his face, his lance held loosely at his side while his trench coat even seemed to be greyer than usual.
“So,” whispered Xehanort for the final time, reaching out to him with a pale hand, his eyes flashing as he stood at the center of the room on the terminal, his pale fingers offering revenge and power to the weakening Wyrda’s soul, “What’ll it be, Agent Wyrda?”
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All right that was it. I hope it's length makes up for its lateness in posting time. O hope you like the idea for your character, Keyblade Smitey, and I'll see you guys next time. Leave criticism, ideas, post, and your love, guys! Have a good night,
your author,
cyberseraph :mellow:
