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Okay here's the next update. Hey, I think this is the record for how fast I've updated! Wow. Anyway, it may not be the longest chappie, but I hope you like it. Thanks to all the people who commented, I really appreciate it. Here we go.
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There were many things Haerthos was expecting as he dodged another one of the flaming tentacles, shouting and emptying canister after canister of combusting liquid onto the writhing snakes of darkness. He was expecting to be snatched up any minute by the sinister Heartless and ripped limb from limb until it held his beating heart, piercing its soft surface until it spilt his life upon the ground. He was expecting the Heartless to suddenly sprout wings, gain an elongated neck, and be able to breathe radioactive acid. He was expecting any second everyone would suddenly give up, sighing their final breaths before Ira’s Heartless lashed out in fury against them. He was expecting to see the deep, bright yellow eyes of the Heartless as it stared at him up close, prepared to dine splendidly on his heart. What he did NOT expect was for Wyrda to suddenly fall out of the sky and land like a teacher’s ruler on the top of his head five thousand years ago.

“Agh, Wyda!” he coughed, the wind knocked out of him as the Wyrda groggily tried to get up, pushing Haerthos deeper into the snow at the same movement, “Ack…”

“Huh?” asked Wyrda, blinking stupidly for a moment before looking down at the snow covered Haerthos, “What are you doing down there Haerthos?”

“Screw you,” coughed Haerthos, and Wyrda offered a hand, which Haerthos grabbed and pulled himself up, letting loose a spray of flaming acid onto a nearby tentacle, “What took you? I thought the battle was going to be over before you got out of there.”

“Well I appreciate your unending confidence Haerthos,” said Wyrda, his eyes flashing jokingly, “Why don’t you take a reward for yourself?” Haerthos just had time to scream before the lance shot forward like a bullet and… skewered a tentacle that was creeping up behind him, pinning it to the snow where it writhed like a squiggling eel before disappearing slowly into the dark mists from which is was wrought. Wyrda smiled quickly before his face returned to his passive blankness. “Haerthos this is bad,” he said, spinning his lance to stab a tentacle sneaking up behind him, “That thing can suck us up and manifest an illusion of our greatest temptations. I just barely got out of there, and believe me it’s not one of those chocolate strawberry temptations. This is one of those…”

“I get it Wyrda,” muttered Haerthos, pulling a grenade from his pack and hurling it over his shoulder while sidestepping a tentacle and then smashing it into the ground with his foot, “I guess that’s why we can’t do this thing damage. It operates under our own temptations, and every time we beat our own temptations, it loses power.”

“I cross-referenced the beast’s power levels with the Government main computer,” said Wyrda, stepping forward and turning so he and Haerthos were back to back, spinning his lance in a whirlwind above his head as white flames licked all that came to close, “Apparently, this thing is a Grade 9 Heartless, about three levels higher than a strong Darkside. It should have about five Sephiroth’s of health.”

“Since when did the government use Sephiroth’s health for the standard?” asked Haerthos incredulously, duel wielding his liquid nitrogen gun and his flamethrower, spitting flames like a dragon and simultaneously icing them like an inky black cake.
“Since Sephiroth had so much health the last time anyone beat him we couldn’t measure his power levels,” replied Wyrda sarcastically, upper cutting viciously with his lance, slicing a tentacle right down the middle as it sprang from the ground, “How am I supposed to know? All I know is that we take down one of its Sephiroth health bars every time one of us gets sucked in their. I took down one…”

“Sora and Riku the other two,” muttered Haerthos, beating down a tentacle wrapping itself around his leg, “That leaves two more to go. Think we’ll make it?” But Wyrda didn’t have time to answer. Suddenly Ira’s Heartless roared with a high pitch screech that shattered the air like a sub-sonic jet. The round face of the Heartless suddenly elongated, stretching until it formed a long snout, gleaming white fangs poking out of every side. The tentacles on its head grew longer, and thorns sprouted from them, snaking down it’s side like an evil case of disease. The Heartless howled at the sky, shooting a jet of thin green flames into the air, while it’s one snake hand exploded, instantly multiplying until it had seven fanged serpentine heads, each one glaring at the party, the dark red orbs that were their eyes shining with malevolence and glee. The black round sphere that hung from it’s other arm suddenly split in two, ripping right up until the shoulder and rotating around the back until there were two jet black spheres, hovering a thick, muscular cords above the head like twin stingers upon a mutant scorpion. Another arm grew back in its place, this time, a black muscular arm that ended it a shapeless stump, but to their horror when it dipped it’s hand toward the snow covered Earth, thousands upon thousands of wriggling tentacles sprung forth, this time wriggling free of their host and slithering like snakes on their bellies toward the tiring group of heroes.

“I was expecting this,” muttered Haerthos, “An elongated snout, two winglike items, and radioactive acid. I was expecting this. It seems to get stronger every time we beat it.”

“We better beat it fast then,” said Wyrda, and he reached back and locked arms with Haerthos, holding his lance in his other, “May I have this dance, Mr. Haerthos?”

“That’s just wrong,” muttered Haerthos but he leapt in the air, and Wyrda swung him around in an arc, as Haerthos let loose with a blast of flaming acid as Wyrda slashed the other way with his lance, creating a ring of flames around them in a matter of seconds. Haerthos landed and bent down, pulling Wyrda around in a low spin, and Wyrda flew low to the ground, kicking a tentacle that go too close, slashing at the thorny tentacle and pulling Haerthos toward him again. Wyrda landed on one foot spinning around in the same movement and spun his lance in a figure eight, yelling like a demon as he sliced the mass of tentacles shooting toward him. Haerthos leapt over him, vaulting over his shoulders and letting loose a wide fire blast that burnt a hole in the hordes in front of them. Wyrda used his lance as a pole vault and hurled himself over the crispy field and spun his lance in 360 degrees around his waist and torso, creating a whirlwind of deadliness that cleaved any thorns that got near him. Haerthos leapt toward him, and emptied an entire canister of the flaming liquid into Wyrda’s cyclone of power. The momentum of the wind movement spinning around Wyrda caused the flames to spin about him in an flaming cyclone of power, a burning maelstrom of raw energy, rage, and a hint of napalm. It spun like the fiery core of the world itself until it exploded in a fire red ball of raging sunlight, the golden light and crimson hues blossoming through out the entire field until all tentacles within the radius were incinerated, the white snow melting instantly to reveal the dark brown earth scorched by the flames of Haerthos and Wyrda’s limit.

Unfortunately giant firey explosion plus unstable snowy mountain does not equal pleasant. Wyrda slowly stopped spinning his lance and Haerthos frowned, listening to the growing rumble that shook the mountainside with its crescendo. The King stopped his rapid ataru attack on the Heartless, and looked with worry at the mountain, which had begun to shake even more now, enough to mess up Riku’s landing, who landed with a crack on the now brown earth.

“Damnit!’ he swore, and Kairi rushed over to help him, but another tremor sent her sprawling, and as Sora reached out to help her up, a retched crack split the air as well as the ground, as if a giant invisible knife was stabbing the very essence of life itself. Even the Heartless wavered, its tentacles quivering as the last tremor sent it sprawling, its great black tail waving in the air like great serpent arising from its pit of darkness. The growing rumble suddenly turned to a roar, and Haerthos shouted what everyone else had to be thinking:

“THE BRITISH ARE COMING!!!” Okay maybe not…

“Avalanche!” shouted Wyrda, and everyone ran down the mountain, a great wall of snow emerging of the top of the hill and tumbling down with the force of a thousand Heartless. They scrambled down the melting snow, with the tumbling whiteness following relentlessly behind them. Suddenly Kairi tripped and tumbled headfirst down the mountain. She gasped in pain as she tumbled to a halt and Sora yelled, sliding the bank toward her. Riku, who had been assisted down the mountain by Sora, shouted as the sudden offset of balance sent him tumbling after the two, sliding on his back until he landed near Sora and Kairi, grimacing in pain as he clutched his ankle in agony. The King shouted and leapt over the three, trying to pull them to their feet as Donald tripped and his big webbed feet, sending Goofy sprawling and they crashed into Wyrda who was the only one still standing, causing them all too unfortunately land in a giant pile on the bottom of the mountain.

I thought that stuff only happened in bad movies, groaned Haerthos inwardly and he ran to the wriggling pile of people trying to be free. The Heartless had been taken up the avalanche before, swallowed up like a black spot on the floor by white bleach. Haerthos stared at the giant roaring beast of snow that charged toward them, and then he ran in front of the struggling group, planting his feet firmly in the ground and pulling a small silver orb out of his bag.

“Hope this baby holds,” he mutters and activated the Personal shield used for Sora’s reflect attacks, and the hexagonal transparent dome transcended on the group, barely including every limb of the group. Haerthos grunted and turned to stare at the oncoming rampage of pure white, the raging roar growing louder and louder as it grew nearer every second. Haerthos was feeling very, very small now. At least, he figured, if the avalanche broke through, it’s not like he could feel anything. He was missing his solid form less and less everyday. The white snow reflected in his eyes now, a growing whiteness that soon overcame their color and his orbs shown with pure white glory, the eyes of an angel blazing in defiance of sin. As the snowy avalanche was a foot away and closing, Haerthos had the most random thought as he looked blankly at the white snow about to crush over him.

“At least it’s not snakes on a plane…”
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I know, I mentioned possibley the most annoying movie title at the end, but I am so obsessed with the title that I can't help it. lol. Anyway I hope that was enjoyable for you and I eagerly await your replies. Please critique and stuff. Thanks, and have a good life.
 

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AWESOME!!! Truely amazing. Standard praise that I usually give you and all that jazz.

I'm a little worried though: The guys (and Kairi) are all under the shield, but what has happened to the heartless? DUN DUN DUUUUNNN!!!

Oh and that 'the british are comming crack'? I'm British (more's the pitty). Just thought you aught to know.
 

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AWESOME!!! Truely amazing. Standard praise that I usually give you and all that jazz.

I'm a little worried though: The guys (and Kairi) are all under the shield, but what has happened to the heartless? DUN DUN DUUUUNNN!!!

Oh and that 'the british are comming crack'? I'm British (more's the pitty). Just thought you aught to know.

My bad, I didn't want to offend any body. It's just I'm American so 'the british are coming' is a pretty cultural saying (reference to the the american revolution and stuff). I'm not cracking on the British, they're all good, but I guess I didn't consider the effect it would have on non-americans. So I'm sorry.

Want me to edit it to something else?
 
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yes, simply pwnage, truly, simply, pwnage. that was a sweet update. yea...what will happen to the heartless, and will the shield hold?! WILL I EVER GET MY WAFFLES?!

oh, and keblade smitey, you being british and all...IS AWSOME...CAUSE I KNOW SOMEONE WHOS BRITISH!(no offense)

update soon!
 

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It's okay, you don't need to edit. It's cool.

Being british is nothing special. To tell the truth I'd rather be Japanese.

JAPAN FTW!!!

Glad to hear I didn't offend you. I'll wait for lemonzwater or some other person to reply before I start working on the next post. I have an idea of what's going to happen, but it's not ready yet.

I'm half Chinese so japanese are like my bros, I guess...

But British is cool too.

little story: I had this friend when I was 3 years old and we were best buds in Brooklyn together. Then I moved to New Jersey and he moved to Britain and we never heard from each other again.

LAST YEAR, my mom invites these two people into our house and guess who it is? My friend and his mom. 11 years. And I didn't remember him at all. It was really akward and stuff.

Anyway, a little anecdote, but I'm going to work on the next update soon. See you guys then.
 

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im not one for openers so im just going to say it flat out that was a fan freakin tastic update nice way of leaving us on a cliff hanger (like usual XD) i cant wait for the next one (like usual ^^) but its great take your time (but not ours ok well take ours to and update us with another awsome chapter in this fantastic story

WHOA! man everyone something kewl(to my standards). man all i got going for me is being 25% irish(which lets me skip school for st patricks day)

on another note PEOPLE POST! WES A NEED AN UPDATE!
also id love to be japanese too.


your lucky im 50% irish and i dont get out of school for saint patricks day (well it count as me ditching if i do get out)
 

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Woot! It's my birthday!!! YAY!!! Well I have been working on the next update, but I have an essay do tommorow so its not going to happen today. Sorry.

But I am working on it, and hopefully it'll be up soonish. See you all then!

Ps. Thanks for being great fans!
 

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Thanks for all the birthday wishes, I am glad everyone wished me a happy birthday! As a thank you, here is the next updart. I included a little reprecussion for Haerthos since he spoke so callously of the British (for my dear fan, Keyblade Smitey). Anyways here it is, and I hope you all like it.

Also, its not the longest one I've written, so I'll try to write a longer one next time.
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All Haerthos heard was the roaring sound of a hundred years of snow as it came rushing down to meet them, the mountain vibrating in a rising crescendo that tore up the side of the mountain like a ferocious explosion of power. Haerthos was too busy checking the Personal Shield status on his mini-computer to plug his ears and as the great torrent of whiteness came rushing down and smashed like a hammer upon an anvil on the hexagonal shimmer surrounding them and with jolt that shook the mountainside; they were instantly surrounded in a blanching pureness, a blinding white light surrounding them like the eternal life of heaven when judgment day and trumpet sound. That is if trumpets sounded like the roaring grumble of the stampede of a thousand elephants.

The pure white wall smashed against the tiny shield, and Haerthos felt the ground shaking as it burst against the shimmering hexagons, and instantly the world went dark. The white snow covered the entire shield like a giant white glove, closing off all light and suddenly the only thing lighting up the surroundings was the glowing hexagons of the personal shield.

“Here we go,” said Haerthos nervously to no one in particular since the others were too busy rubbing their heads to notice anything else. Each personal shield lasted for about ten seconds before splintering and shattering, and due to the sun being blocked from the snow; they couldn’t charge the juice with solar power. The shield also blocked the mini-computer from receiving signal, so he couldn’t hook up to his backup star. That meant he could squeeze about seven shields out of the battery in his pack, and that meant they could last under the avalanche for seventy seconds. “Hope this is one small avalanche,” he muttered, eying the timer, his finger on the initiate button.

The darkness continued, the white snow roaring over their heads lit by the shield until it faded back into darkness as it shot past them instantly, the rumbling shaking of the earth partially blocked by the transparent shield. As the timer hit ten seconds, Haerthos punched the key hastily and a new shield blossomed from his pack, spreading out until it surrounded them again. The old shield splintered and shattered, the shards swept away instantly in the raging torrent of iciness. Haerthos shuffled apprehensively, trying to calm his nerves as the timer counted forward again. The others were slowly getting up, growing aware of their surroundings and looking in awe at the glowing dome around them.

“It’s Reflect,” whispered Sora in awe, looking around at his ‘magic’ defensive maneuver, “Wow, it looks even greater when I’m not doing it…”

“You never do it,” muttered Haerthos as he tapped the button again, and the others oohed and aahed as the sparkling hemisphere dissipated into broken panes of light that were instantly absorbed into the raging sea of whiteness around them.

“I’ll have to admit Haerthos, this is one amazing trick,” whistled Wyrda, gazing around at the scientific marvel, “Not even the special agents in the force have this gadget. Where’d you get it?” Haerthos suddenly went into a fit of coughing; muttering something about the black market being more slightly grey than people gave it credit for. But suddenly Wyrda shouted, and the other screamed, leaping backward in horror.

“HAERTHOS!” shouted Wyrda, summoning his lance and leaping forward, and Haerthos spun around only to be knocked to the ground by a jarring crash. He looked up in time to jam his finger on the button before a great black tentacle came thrashing out of the snow and latched itself onto the shimmering dome.

Ira’s Heartless slammed against the dome, its dark black body pressed grotesquely against the shield by the endless pressure of the avalanche outside. Its tentacles frantically wrapped around the shield, the tail panicking as it dug its way inside the snowy bank below it. Haerthos could see the bright yellow glow of its eyes burning with drive and rage as if somehow it thought they had been the ones to attack it so unmercifully. Well, technically they did…

Kairi screamed, and Sora and Riku summoned their blades, standing in front of Kairi with the King in front, brandishing his Keyblade as the Heartless opened its gaping mouth to sink its fangs into the shield. Haerthos stabbed the button a little to early out of nerves and the Heartless screamed as the white glowing shards pierced its skin and dug deep into its black flesh like white hot razor blades slicing the inky surface of an ebony lake. Ira’s heartless screamed and for a second Haerthos was horrifyingly reminded of Ira screaming from within the clutches of Xehanort and Zuki, and he almost reached out toward her, a second of complete and utter blankness where all he cared about was sparing Ira pain… It was a second too long…

“Haerthos!” bellowed Wyrda, grabbing for the minicomputer held loosely in his hand, “The shield!” Haerthos snapped out of it too late, and even as he lunged for the button, he saw the shield cracking around them, the weight of the Heartless speeding it along, and he shouted in horror as the weight of a million tons of rushing snow and a Grade 9 Heartless came smashing down on them, plunging them all into cold blackness as they were torn apart, thrown headfirst down the mountain, instantly enveloped in the rushing torrents of snow blasting them into the ground in a perpetual roller coaster of icy doom.

“That’s what I get making dumb American jokes,” cursed Haerthos as he felt the snow go clean through him. The snow shot through him in waves of icy coldness, but unfortunately, the Heartless did not. It crashed into him like a freight train, and they tumbled down in the avalanche together, the crushing pressure forcing them together as they flew down in the unending cold darkness, too weak to push away from each other, and to crushed to battle, they just fell through the iciness, letting the roaring blows of the avalanche shove them continually down the icy mountain, tumbling in a locked embrace, a shivering winter dance spiraling downward into the frozen pit of a winter hell.

Sora shouted as the cold wave hit him, but instantly his mouth was full of snow instead. The force of the avalanche knocked him backwards instantly, throwing him head over heels like the tidal wave five long years ago. He felt the cold rushing him down and filling every particle in his body, like an invasive virus corrupting his entire system. The cold snow blasted him forward, sending him flying like a ball floating in a tumultuous ocean. His new gear was keeping him alive, but the no force known to man can stop twenty one tons of snow and ice from knocking you out, and the last thing Sora saw before he blacked out was a dark shadow wrestling with Haerthos before his own shadows crept into the corners of his eyes.

Riku tried to keep his balance as the whiteness flashed like a white blast of energy before him, but he couldn’t. The snow crushed into him like the fist of God and he went flying down the mountain, his speed heightened by the rushing power of a hundred year old snow. He shot down the mountain, trying to blast snow out of his way with the V2, but the pressure pressed his arms deep into his side and he couldn’t move. He was swimming like a salmon in a water cyclone, out of control and fighting the tide. Suddenly he felt a crashing pain as he slammed into something, and he instantly blacked out, as the snow blasted him against something hard and solid, continually slashing his body with white blades of cold fury.

Wyrda shouted, stabbing his lance into the ground before the icy cold blasted over him like a wet blanket of doom. His fingers were ripped from the lance and he was sent hurdling down the slope before he summoned his lance again, stabbing it into the ground once more. Suddenly the ground gave way and Wyrda found himself tumbling downward before he smacked into the ground with a sharp CLAP! He felt around groggily and felt something sticky on the ground. Blood? He couldn’t tell for he slowly let his head role back and darkness slowly creep into his eyes, sleeping softly, restfully, despite the hard stone floor.

The King leapt backward, but it was too late. The white avalanche swallowed him immediately and he was flung backward. He felt himself crash into Donald and Goofy, and they all went flying. He felt them tumbling head over heals, and he heard Donald trying to use his fire to burnt them a path. Unfortunately, he just managed to burn Goofy, who screamed, getting a mouthful of snow in the process. Mickey curled himself into a ball and let the snow thunder him down the slopes. There was nothing he could do. He just let the snow push him along, roaring in his big ears as he shot down the hill like a cannonball.

Kairi screamed as the snowy beast of an avalanche slammed into her. She was blasted headfirst down the snowy drift, the white frost wrapping her in a tight grip, holding her struggling body firm as the cold penetrated her entire body. She tried to writhe as the avalanche blasted her body over and over again, pushing her so deep she could hardly breath. She gasped as pain ricocheted through her, arching her back, as the snowy mountain forced itself upon her, each icy dagger stabbing itself into her being, shocking her into chaotic euphoria as she was tossed down the mountainside like a rag doll. Suddenly she felt herself SMACK hard against something, which splintered, sending shards of wood ripping through her body and soul. She gasped in pain as the splinters tore at her body before she was pinned against the woody surface, the iciness pushing into her, tearing at her very essence before it totally crushed her, pinning her arms back so she was spread eagle on the tree, the pressure threatening to rip her arms out of her sockets, and she blacked out, the darkness creeping into her as the white snow pushed itself against all her defenses, ripping her shields away and blasting her bare soul.

Soon the rumbling of the snow stopped, and the mountainside was once again covered in a blanket of untouched snow, as if Haerthos and the others had never been there. There were no signs of battle, no footprints, as if no one had ever set foot there. It was plain as a blank sheet of paper, untouched by anyone. The only thing remaining was a single shard of broken light, which slowly dissolved into the sunlight, shifting in bright arrays of colors until it slowly ceased to exist, leaving the white snow simple and clean, utterly swept of all that ever was.
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There it is, I hope you like it. Comments please, and thanks to all my fans who put up with the long time it takes me to update, lol. Anyway, see you around, and have a good night.
 
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woah nice update yay every one got swept away
i wonder how their going to find each other again
dun dun dunnn
i guess well all have to wait to find out.
 

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Oh wow! Drama! Suspense! Excitement! Sepperation! You give a whole new meaning to the term 'cliffhanger', Cyber!

Next chapter, HURRY! If you don't I'ma gunna explode with excitement!
 

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Oh wow! Drama! Suspense! Excitement! Separation! You give a whole new meaning to the term 'cliffhanger', Cyber!

Next chapter, HURRY! If you don't I'ma gunna explode with excitement!

That's what it would sound like if you where to take a mind script of my head while I was reading this....
*goes and waits for the next chapter..... impatiently.......
^_^
 
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