Re: Fate of A Hero
Akira watched as Xane disappeared, bit by bit. Program? Xane a program? And who was Nea?
As thoughts circled her head, the chaos around her began to speed up, returning to normal time. She stayed frozen, sitting on the floor.
"What just happened?!" Castor pondered loudly. Akira turned her blank face, her chin resting on her shoulder. She locked eyes with a vixen, here bright blue eyes shining in surprise hidden under dark lashes. Akira narrowed her eyes. Jem stepped back, eyes uneasy.
She stood slowly, oblivious to the chaos around her. Akira walked towards Jem and Castor, her face determined and set on. them. Going up the steps, she was, until she met with Jem, where she stood inches away from her face. They locked eyes, and Akira reached for her disk-
She heard a blast, and quickly turned away from Jem, towards Rez. He was standing near the exit, waiting.
"We need to go! Clu-"
"What in the world is going on here?" A nonchalant voice questioned. Akira tensed up. He must be Clu.
"COME ON!" Rez shouted. Akira began to run, but stopped. She turned back around the face Jem, and she stared at her wide eyed. She had this strange urge to- to just-
"UGH!" Akira punched her in the face, curving her arm. Jem went flying, and she slid across the floor. Jem tried to come back up, then whimpered, feeling her tender face. That felt...strangely necessary.
Akira then turned to Castor, and he yelped. Akira ignored him and ran to Rez quickly, evading the bits and chunks of flying debris. She then grabbed his arm, holding him tight.
Jem looked towards the exit, a one way out elevator. Roxas was there, wearing that ridiculous helmet, and that girl Akira-
Akira and Jem locked eyes from across the room. After seconds of staring, Akira smiled slyly. Jem cocked her head to the side in confusion. Akira squeezed Rez's arm, and she smiled at him.
Jem growled. She reached for her disk quickly, then threw it. The elevator door closed, but the control panel was jammed. Akira watched through the clear window, then she and Rez braced themselves. They were going down. Literally.
"How-Do-we-stop-this!?" Roxas shouted. Akira stepped away from him, and she put her arms out on either side.
"What do you mean-"
"You know what I mean, Vexen. Project Nea."
Vexen sighed. He put his notepad down, neatly on his desk while shuffling other items around nervously. Xane flipped her blonde hair back.
"I vaguely remember that day…I guess you could say I can confide in you?" She asked, taunting him. She rested her head on her shoulder, leaning back on her arms. "Or of course," She continued, " we can just forget completely that happened. We don't want to ruin your cold reputation."
"Are you completely sure you want to know?" Vexen cut in. Xane widened her eyes in surprise. Pursing her lips, she pondered the thought.
"Keep in mind, girl, you have a temper." He cut again. Xane pouted. He might have a point
, she thought, but I need to know.
"Go ahead, Vexen."
He sighed again, then looked at Xane straight in the eyes.
"Listen, and listen carefully, Xane," Vexen began, waving his finger around. Xane scoffed at that serious tone Vexen mustered. She nodded mockingly, smirking.
"You were never supposed to exist. I created you. You are nothing but a replacement."
Xane's smirk disappeared. She stared at him, blank.
"I'm surprised," He said to himself loudly, "That they've kept you this long."
"But-but who did I replace?" She asked hysterically.
"You were supposed to be of only one purpose. Replace Akira. You were our new keyblade wielder. Our last shot.
"But then we found Akira."
Xane had a blank face, her smug little smirk completely gone. Vexen chuckled.
"You're completely useless at this point, Xane."
Vexen then quietly left the room, leaving Xane alone.
"I….." Xane was speechless. Vexen was frank, and she was not prepared for the severity of these words. She was completely useless? She was created for nothing, and now she doesn't get a chance at a heart like everyone else because she isn't REAL
"It's always YOUR
FAULT!" She shouted angrily, pounding her fists on whatever was under her. She was hers- she was going to pay.
She was going to see how useful Xane could be.