This story goes on before, during and after the original kingdom hearts story. It follows the story of 16 new original characters who mostly come together as the story goes on. They connect with familiar disney and final fantasy characters as well as Sora, Riku and Kairi. Those three are part of this story but arent main focuses.
Prologue:
The point of Intrigue, something our curiosity drives us to discover.
The Connection we all have, is TiEd together. A bond so strong that even if broken or SHaTteRed it could never be lost, it could only be restored. The light is closer to us than we think. To keEP it close though, we must realize this, we ALL hold ties to each others hearts. Whether we have a scattered memory or far off dreams, the mysteries that lay before us are always MoViNg us to Adventure to find the answers that we seek. Our guide to the light, our hearts, pushes us ForWArD.
… The pieces will bond with the ones they meet. Then the new ties laying within them will sprout and gather, then connect.…
Chapter One:
… The man who didn’t cry beast:…
Complete darkness, nothing could be heard, but the beating of his heart. Sharp pains were felt all around his body, as smoke began filling his lungs. Then suddenly he re opened his eyes panting, sweat and fear filled the old man. “What…where?” The man had grey hair but was balding at the top, dark brown eyes, and he was obese with a height of 5’4. He wore a brown vest; black button shirt with the sleeves rolled up and brown shorts.
Screaming and dark images lingered in his head, but after that nothing and everything now, was quite.
But then it started to come to him while he looked around the dismembered bar Piece by Piece. The people in there before had obviously cleared out; the tables were flipped over, broken glass and smoke were everywhere, he could smell the fire but it wasn’t seen. It must’ve started on the second floor, where all the rooms are.
IT attacked him and the others, but what was IT. They saw literally nothing, but there WAS something there attacking them. He was sitting on the floor up against the wall near the door, pinned by a table, and slightly cut atop his four head by some glass bottle earlier. Thinking hopefully this monster was gone, still practically out of breath he cried out for help.
“Is anyone out there, please help me, I can’t move!” Right then, in front of him he felt another presence but he couldn’t see anything; until he heard the growling.
“Ugh…what is that smell…ah oh no.”
Hot breath, terrible, only seemed separated by a few inches getting and louder and smellier. His heart beat had gotten faster with each moment passing. But then it slowed as there IT was reappearing out of thin air before him. The process had started at its face, then down. The long snout held in rows and rows of very sharp black teeth, almost as sharp as its claws and its piercing yellow eyes struck fear into anyone caught looking in them. Wrapped around most of its body were green thorns and chains hung from its wrists and ankles. Standing at about 7’7 its horns added the 7 inches itself, pointing to the back and were red.
He panicked not knowing what to do!
It let out a bellowing raspy roar then slashed through the table and tossed the man over the bar. He hit the wall hard breaking the mirror and taking down the shelves in front. Fortunately he covered his head as all that had fallen on him. Suddenly though, the monster then picked up another scent. After a few sniffs around it caught where that scent was coming from, fresh younger prey before he would attack the old man again. Then it heard her, sounding like young girl screaming, just waking up from a nap. .
The monster leaped over the bar table and clinged to the wall up the stairs, and climbed up disappearing again. Its invisibility gave it a great advantage.
“No wonder there were no accurate enough reports on its appearance,” The man spit out some blood in his mouth, just realizing what it did. “Where are you going!?”
Drool was already dripping out its mouth from the hunger. The man gripped under his arm trying to get up. That’s when he heard the girl screaming.
“Aw, no…don’t you dare touch her!”
With haste he tried to find something to use as a weapon, but all that wasn’t destroyed was a few cracked bottles. He grabbed one and slammed a part of it off the table, now it was going to be effective. With that he had to use the support of the bar table to get back, and then limped up the steps. The creature was still looking eagerly for the girl down the long hallway; it seemed that each room was smoking. The hallway was beginning to grow light fires already.
“DADDY,” The girl cried “Where are you, help me!?” She was a young Egyptian girl, no older than ten with dark brown hair and light brown eyes, wearing one-piece pajamas.
Unknowingly the girl’s father was knocked unconscious in the bar attack earlier and was taken to an ambulance, she was only giving away her position to the monster. It grinned with pleasure as it followed her pleas for help. Finally by then the man had just reached the top of the steps, but fell to one knee trying to catch his breath. He was injured pretty badly.
The girl heard loud footsteps slowly approaching her. In her room she was next to the window, on top of her bed. On the next wall in front of her was the door, which was wide open. But the fire right outside prevented her from leaving. But as It walked towards the door, its feet snuffed out the flames stepping on them.
“Huh…dad is that you?” The footsteps got closer, but no answer. “Daddy, please answer me!”
Its head inched alongside the edge of and then inside the doorway. The girl screamed, and backed up against the wall. The monster tried to take a step in but the doorway was too small.
It kept trying to fit in to the point of forcing itself in, but it wouldn’t work. Its next method lead to then crouching down again but the width was also too small. Annoyed it screeched busted through. While it shook the debris off, its attention went back on the girl, as it licked its long sharp black teeth slowly stepping toward the terrified girl, who was too scared to move. She clenched onto the drapes of the window and pulled them down to grab the rod.
“Go away!” It didn’t listen to her.
Trembling she stood up and threw it at the monster’s head. Right as it was about to hit, the thing grabbed it with its teeth and broke it right down the middle. She screamed again and with no chance of making it past the monster she closed her eyes and turned her head away from it; giving up. When it was only a foot away from her, it sniffed her. Tears continued rolling down her face and right as it was about to lick her cheek she back handed it. Its head drew back to the side surprised and yet liked the small fight its prey was putting up. It soft growling grew to a loud screech while it lifted up its right arm baring its razor sharp claws ready to strike her. “Noo…please don’t!”
“Get away from her!” The old man yelled diving into room, and dug the broken glass bottle in the monster’s back.
Groaning in pain it fell to one knee and reached over its shoulder to get the bottle out. He needed to hit it once more to give them enough time; so he grabbed an empty drawer out of a dresser and slammed it on its head. Dazed the thing rolled to its side. The old man took a quick look at the girl, she was still too startled to say anything, and they couldn’t go back through the hallway because of the fire. The floor had fallen through in the hallway to first floor and the fire was torching the rest.
He noticed something. “The monster…it’s not the Beast. Belle was right. But how am I going to prove it,” he thought to himself. As convenient as it was, a camera was laying in a drawer, not used yet. “I got prove that the monster isn’t him!”
He knew it wasn’t a smart thing to do. But he needed to it, if he were to keep his promise. With haste he took three pictures with a few slight different angles in each one, wrapped it around his neck and kicked the monster again for the heck of it. But then the problem hit him, how were they getting out of there?
Prologue:
The point of Intrigue, something our curiosity drives us to discover.
The Connection we all have, is TiEd together. A bond so strong that even if broken or SHaTteRed it could never be lost, it could only be restored. The light is closer to us than we think. To keEP it close though, we must realize this, we ALL hold ties to each others hearts. Whether we have a scattered memory or far off dreams, the mysteries that lay before us are always MoViNg us to Adventure to find the answers that we seek. Our guide to the light, our hearts, pushes us ForWArD.
… The pieces will bond with the ones they meet. Then the new ties laying within them will sprout and gather, then connect.…
Chapter One:
… The man who didn’t cry beast:…
Complete darkness, nothing could be heard, but the beating of his heart. Sharp pains were felt all around his body, as smoke began filling his lungs. Then suddenly he re opened his eyes panting, sweat and fear filled the old man. “What…where?” The man had grey hair but was balding at the top, dark brown eyes, and he was obese with a height of 5’4. He wore a brown vest; black button shirt with the sleeves rolled up and brown shorts.
Screaming and dark images lingered in his head, but after that nothing and everything now, was quite.
But then it started to come to him while he looked around the dismembered bar Piece by Piece. The people in there before had obviously cleared out; the tables were flipped over, broken glass and smoke were everywhere, he could smell the fire but it wasn’t seen. It must’ve started on the second floor, where all the rooms are.
IT attacked him and the others, but what was IT. They saw literally nothing, but there WAS something there attacking them. He was sitting on the floor up against the wall near the door, pinned by a table, and slightly cut atop his four head by some glass bottle earlier. Thinking hopefully this monster was gone, still practically out of breath he cried out for help.
“Is anyone out there, please help me, I can’t move!” Right then, in front of him he felt another presence but he couldn’t see anything; until he heard the growling.
“Ugh…what is that smell…ah oh no.”
Hot breath, terrible, only seemed separated by a few inches getting and louder and smellier. His heart beat had gotten faster with each moment passing. But then it slowed as there IT was reappearing out of thin air before him. The process had started at its face, then down. The long snout held in rows and rows of very sharp black teeth, almost as sharp as its claws and its piercing yellow eyes struck fear into anyone caught looking in them. Wrapped around most of its body were green thorns and chains hung from its wrists and ankles. Standing at about 7’7 its horns added the 7 inches itself, pointing to the back and were red.
He panicked not knowing what to do!
It let out a bellowing raspy roar then slashed through the table and tossed the man over the bar. He hit the wall hard breaking the mirror and taking down the shelves in front. Fortunately he covered his head as all that had fallen on him. Suddenly though, the monster then picked up another scent. After a few sniffs around it caught where that scent was coming from, fresh younger prey before he would attack the old man again. Then it heard her, sounding like young girl screaming, just waking up from a nap. .
The monster leaped over the bar table and clinged to the wall up the stairs, and climbed up disappearing again. Its invisibility gave it a great advantage.
“No wonder there were no accurate enough reports on its appearance,” The man spit out some blood in his mouth, just realizing what it did. “Where are you going!?”
Drool was already dripping out its mouth from the hunger. The man gripped under his arm trying to get up. That’s when he heard the girl screaming.
“Aw, no…don’t you dare touch her!”
With haste he tried to find something to use as a weapon, but all that wasn’t destroyed was a few cracked bottles. He grabbed one and slammed a part of it off the table, now it was going to be effective. With that he had to use the support of the bar table to get back, and then limped up the steps. The creature was still looking eagerly for the girl down the long hallway; it seemed that each room was smoking. The hallway was beginning to grow light fires already.
“DADDY,” The girl cried “Where are you, help me!?” She was a young Egyptian girl, no older than ten with dark brown hair and light brown eyes, wearing one-piece pajamas.
Unknowingly the girl’s father was knocked unconscious in the bar attack earlier and was taken to an ambulance, she was only giving away her position to the monster. It grinned with pleasure as it followed her pleas for help. Finally by then the man had just reached the top of the steps, but fell to one knee trying to catch his breath. He was injured pretty badly.
The girl heard loud footsteps slowly approaching her. In her room she was next to the window, on top of her bed. On the next wall in front of her was the door, which was wide open. But the fire right outside prevented her from leaving. But as It walked towards the door, its feet snuffed out the flames stepping on them.
“Huh…dad is that you?” The footsteps got closer, but no answer. “Daddy, please answer me!”
Its head inched alongside the edge of and then inside the doorway. The girl screamed, and backed up against the wall. The monster tried to take a step in but the doorway was too small.
It kept trying to fit in to the point of forcing itself in, but it wouldn’t work. Its next method lead to then crouching down again but the width was also too small. Annoyed it screeched busted through. While it shook the debris off, its attention went back on the girl, as it licked its long sharp black teeth slowly stepping toward the terrified girl, who was too scared to move. She clenched onto the drapes of the window and pulled them down to grab the rod.
“Go away!” It didn’t listen to her.
Trembling she stood up and threw it at the monster’s head. Right as it was about to hit, the thing grabbed it with its teeth and broke it right down the middle. She screamed again and with no chance of making it past the monster she closed her eyes and turned her head away from it; giving up. When it was only a foot away from her, it sniffed her. Tears continued rolling down her face and right as it was about to lick her cheek she back handed it. Its head drew back to the side surprised and yet liked the small fight its prey was putting up. It soft growling grew to a loud screech while it lifted up its right arm baring its razor sharp claws ready to strike her. “Noo…please don’t!”
“Get away from her!” The old man yelled diving into room, and dug the broken glass bottle in the monster’s back.
Groaning in pain it fell to one knee and reached over its shoulder to get the bottle out. He needed to hit it once more to give them enough time; so he grabbed an empty drawer out of a dresser and slammed it on its head. Dazed the thing rolled to its side. The old man took a quick look at the girl, she was still too startled to say anything, and they couldn’t go back through the hallway because of the fire. The floor had fallen through in the hallway to first floor and the fire was torching the rest.
He noticed something. “The monster…it’s not the Beast. Belle was right. But how am I going to prove it,” he thought to himself. As convenient as it was, a camera was laying in a drawer, not used yet. “I got prove that the monster isn’t him!”
He knew it wasn’t a smart thing to do. But he needed to it, if he were to keep his promise. With haste he took three pictures with a few slight different angles in each one, wrapped it around his neck and kicked the monster again for the heck of it. But then the problem hit him, how were they getting out of there?