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Hello, everybody! =D

Remember all of those other stories I used to make? You know - the ones about the Organization doing all kinds of stupid stuff? The ones that earned me the title "The Queen of Crack"?! XD;

Well, this one is nothing like the rest.

Seriously.

There's, like, no comedy in it at all. This is my first shot at a suspenceful story. There's a bit of gore in it, so, just to be safe, I'm rating it 14+. ( I think... I'm not good with this new-fangled young-person rating-thingamajigs. XD; )

Also, I'd like to go ahead and thank ロクサス for giving me the okay to post this, cuz, without him, this fanfic would have never seen the light of day. I'd also like to thank mah friend Mari for the idea behind it, and mah OTHER friends Sydney and Anase for proofreading it first.

Also, there's a number of annoying little footnotes in it that I'm too lazy to take out. Bare with me, folks. (For future reference, you don't have to scroll down everytime you see a footnote. I'd suggest going straight through it once, and then going back to see what the footnotes are talkin' about. Much more painless that way.)

Don't expect an update anytime soon, either. It'll be a long time before I'm gonna be ready to finish THIS montrosity...

Yay, violence...? o.o;

2Foxxie4U's Irrelevant \ Sleep Deprived Productions~

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"Worst Nightmare"​

Prologue…

He had no idea he was being watched…

Xigbar strolled carelessly through Hallow Bastion, a bag of groceries in one hand, and a bitten apple in the other. He quickly checked his watch, and yawned. I still got, about, 30 minutes before I have to head back… he thought. Maybe I should—

“GYAAAAAHHHH!!!” He spazzed a little, almost dropping his bag, and stood there with his hand, panting heavily. After a few seconds of panting, he was finally able to gasp out, “L… Luxord… How… How long have… you been stan’… standing there…?”

The blonde blinked. “Uh… I, um…” He decided to dodge the question. “I just thought you might need some company, so I…” He decided to let the sentence dangle, as well.
“Don’t sneak up on me like that,” Xigbar growled. “Sides… I can take care of myself. Just go back home.”
Luxord sighed. “Okay, if ya insist…” And this time, I WON’T get caught… he thought bitterly as he started off. *

Xigbar watched him go, and rolled his eyes. He started walking once more. Jeez! If I didn’t know any better, I’d think the dude’s IN LOVE with me or something!

Suddenly, two strong pairs of hands shot out of a nearby alley, and yanked Xigbar in. He gasped in surprise, dropping what was in his arms. “Hey! What the—Mmmmmmf…!” A cloth, wet with something that smelt kind of sweet, was clamped on his nose.* It wasn’t long before his eyes started to drift shut, and within seconds, his body went completely limp. He was out for the count. While unconscious, he was dragged further into the darkness. The whole thing took less than 30 seconds.

Luxord blinked, sensing that something was wrong, and turned around. The place was completely deserted.

“Huh…?”

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A flood of water washed over Xigbar’s face. He coughed and sputtered as he slowly sat up. To his surprise, everything looked… Strange. Psychedelic, even. The Freeshooter rubbed his eyes in wonder. What the…?! I don’t remember ever doing any drugs…!

“So, where is it?” He looked up to see a group of men all standing around him. He guesstimated about 15 – he couldn’t count very well since the world was spinning. Fifteen. Usually not a problem for a guy like Xigbar, but he was disoriented now. Uh-oh…

There was something a little off about them. They were all dressed in the same exact way. Green bandanas tied on their head, saggy, worn blue jeans with one pants leg rolled up, huge t-shirts that were tucked in on the left side, and black sneakers. *

“Where is it?” the same guy repeated. He was leaning on a wooden bat that had bite marks wrapping around it. The leader, maybe?
Xigbar blinked, not understanding. “Where’s what?”
“Don’t play dumb…” another one growled. This one had a toothpick in his mouth. “Where’s the money?!” He sounded a little testy, but Bat-Man shot him a look, and he quickly quieted down.
Xigbar blinked – STILL not getting it. “…Money?”
“You said you’d have it for us soon,” said the Bat-Man in a hollow voice. “We’re tired of waiting, Craig.” *
“Craig?” The Freeshooter cocked his head to the side, staring at the guy. Needless to say, he was confused. Are they trying to go by my Somebody name…? But – wait – my Somebody was named Braig, not Craig…! He raised his hands in a non-threatening way. “You’ve got the wrong guy, man… I’m—”

“What do you think we are – STUPID?!” Toothpick demanded. “You look just like him!”
“No use tryin’ ta talk ya way outta this ‘un…” another with a goatee added.
“It’s time to pay us what you owe…” growled a guy with a nasty-looking scar on his forehead growled.
“So, what’s it gonna be?” Bat-Man asked.

Xigbar sighed, and slowly stood up, shaking his head. “Look man, I ain’t payin’ noth—”
Bat-Man roughly grabbed his arm, snarling. He was ten seconds away from losing his cool. “Look – I need that money, man!”
Xigbar shoved him away, quickly. “Hey! Get OFF of me!”
Scarface looked back at his comrades. “GET ‘IM!!!!”

Things were happening too fast – Xigbar could hardly keep up! One moment, he was wrestling Bat-Man off him; the next, he’s leaning on a wall, gasping for breath with only cuts and bruises all over his body and a blurred memory as proof that a fight had actually taken place. He stared at the thugs incredulously.

“I told you that you shouldn’t have crossed us…” Bat-Man growled as he twirled his newly bloody bat in one hand.
Xigbar’s eyes narrowed into slits – that was the absolute LAST straw! “Okay, that does it! No more Mister Nice-Freeshooter!” With that, he summoned both of his purple guns. It was mostly show to scare them off, though. Freeshooter or not, he still couldn’t aim well when the ground looked like it was tilted 85 degrees.

The gangstas quickly backed off, gasping.
“He’s packin’ heat!”
“Where did that come from?!”
“Watch out!”
“A gun?!”

Xigbar couldn’t help but smile at that last comment. He tapped his gun against his shoulder, cockily, and closed his eyes, and replied, snidely, “Hellz YEAH, I got guns! Cuz I’m the Free…shoot…er…?”

He looked down in surprise at the thick knife handle that looked like it had just grown out of his chest. It was in the exact place where his heart would have been, if he’d had one, of course. A river of blood was gushing out around it, soaking his Organization cloak.

Slowly, his eyes wandered back up to see the man with the goatee right in front of him, grinning and patting his hands together. He scoffed. “Got cha this time, sucka.”

And that’s when the pain hit. A searing, wave of agony ripped through his body so powerfully, he thought he might pass out then and there.

He gasped in a ragged breath, dropping both of his guns to the ground. He stumbled back in horror, pressing his hand over his chest to slow the blood-loss. No…!

Goatee-Guy was now backing up into his posse. They were all slapping him high-fives, patting him on the back, and congratulating him on his success.
“Good going man.”
“Nice one!”
“Yeah, you got that punk good!”

Xigbar’s back finally thumped on the wall. His sight was spinning out of control, now – contracting and focusing at random. A small stream of blood seeped out of his mouth. N-No…! It… It can’t…! His legs felt like they’d been turned into Jell-O; he slowly slid down to the ground.

Bat-Man glanced behind himself, and said, “Okay, we better get outta here before the cops come. Let’s go.” The thugs left without even casting Xigbar another glance.

The river of blood gushing out was steadily getting bigger. Xigbar clenched his jaw against the burning pain. Stupid… I’m so stupid…! I shouldn’t have taken my eyes off them! Now I’m in some serious trouble… He tried to keep his head straight, and think through his options, but he could already feel the blood loss affecting his mind. P… Portal back…? No… I… I don’t have the strength… or the right mind… for that… What else CAN I do, though?! No one knows I’m here…

All options lead to a dead end.

Literally.

Dark shadows were closing in around him. He sighed, falling face-down onto the ground. This is it, isn’t it…? I’m… I’m going to die, aren’t I…? A shaky sob filled the air. I… I don’t want to die alone…

Panic. Fear. Desperation. None of these were enough to describe what was going on in Xigbar’s mind right then. On impulse, he gave a weak cry. “H… Help m… me…! Someone, p… please…”

He passed out before anymore could be said.

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Luxord continued walking around, keeping an eye out for Xigbar. I just don’t get it…! He didn’t SAY he was going back home… He didn’t even act like he WANTED to! So why’d he just disappear? *

He looked down a dark alley, distractedly. At first, he was going to just walk past, but then he did a double-take at what he had found lying on the ground. The blonde bent down, and carefully picked up…

Xigbar’s bag of groceries?! Even his bitten apple was lying there! This sent off a number of red flags in Luxord’s mind. He looked around cautiously. What if Xiggy’s in trouble?! He decided to snoop around some more. If he didn’t find anything, then he’d just go back to The Castle That Never Was, and take the credit for bringing back the goods himself.

After a few minutes of walking and snooping around, the blonde ran into a group of guys rushing past him. They all looked pretty tough, but Luxord didn’t worry about that.

He cleared his throat, and asked on of the guys with a toothpick in his mouth, “Excuse me, I hate to interrupt, but have you seen a man about, oh, this tall, with long black hair in a ponytail, and an eye patch, and a scar going through his cheek?”

The guy stopped cold. He stood there for a couple of moments, then slowly turned, and gave Luxord a stare as potent as acid. Luxord stared back, unflinching. Sure, the guy looked tough, but, hey, he was pretty tough, too. And, if push came to shove, he’d knock the snot out of him.

The man silently glanced at one of the other guys. Luxord followed his gaze, and saw a guy with a bat slightly shake his head. He nodded, and continued running off without a word being spoken to Luxord.

Luxord blinked, then shrugged. He chose to ignore what had just happened, because he knew a scraggly group like that could NEVER hurt HIS Xigbar. Not in a million years.

Suddenly, he threw up his hands, exasperated. What am I looking around here for?! He probably DID go home, after all! This has just been a complete waste of time! I’m silly for worrying.

He was about to portal off just then, too, when he heard something… A faint, weak cry, but it was there. After being still, and listening carefully, he could make out the words, “…Someone, p… please…”

Luxord didn’t move. He sat still, seeing if he could hear more, but nothing came. Funny… He thought after a moment. For a second there, I could have sworn it was… Oh no… He gasped. Xigbar IS in trouble!

He glanced around, suddenly all business*, and took off in one direction to the place that he had heard the sound in the first place – down a dark alley.

Luxord’s instinct proved to be correct. It wasn’t long before he came across the body of the unconscious Freeshooter lying in a puddle of his own blood. Luxord screeched to a stop, staring down at the shocking sight in complete horror.

His legs crumbled beneath him; he fell to his knees, hands shaking. Tears stung his eyes. “Xigbar…” he whispered in a cracking voice.

He forced himself to get it together. Fighting to control the lump that was growing in his throat, he slowly and carefully rolled Xigbar over to see what was wrong.

The man couldn’t help but gasp in shock as he saw the thick knife handle sticking up in the Freeshooter’s chest. Even though his face was covered in blood, Luxord could see that Xigbar was extremely pale…

Deathly pale…

But he was still there which meant he was still alive.

Luxord stared at the knife handle, numbly. His first thought was “get the vile thing OUT of him!” He reached for it, but his hand stopped midway. Something was bothering him… He’d seen this on movies before. If someone was stabbed somewhere that made them bleed a lot, they didn’t take it out immediately because that would make them bleed more. *

He stared at the handle longer. Was Xigbar one of these cases? Would taking the knife out only cause more harm than good…?

There wasn’t any time to ponder. Xigbar needed help NOW. Luxord whipped his hand toward the wall, and opened up a corridor of darkness. He carefully picked up the Freeshooter, trying to balance him right so that he couldn’t be dropped, and dashed off into the corridor of darkness.

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Just about everyone was in the kitchen when it happened – only Vexen and Zexion were missing. They were all carrying on; gossiping about what celebrity was going out with who, complaining about the chore arrangements, joking about some random thing had happened the previous night… You know… The usual.

That’s when a portal opened in the far wall. Xemnas nodded. “Right – that will probably be Number II coming back with the groceries.”
Demyx grinned, waving his PB&J sandwich, happily. “I hope he remembered what my favorite brand of spring water is!” *

None of the Nobodies quite expected the sight they were about to see, though. A shocked silence filled the room as Luxord stumbled in, soaked in the blood of the unconscious Freeshooter slung on his back.

No one moved. No one even breathed.

“XIGGY!” Demyx finally cried, breaking the silence spell.
Xaldin jumped to his feet, slamming both hands on the table. “DAMNIT, LUXORD!!!! What the HELL did you do?!”
Luxord shifted uncomfortably under Xigbar’s weight. “It’s not my fault! I just found him like this – I SWEAR!!!” The dead weight was starting to feel unbearably heavy.

Xemnas didn’t waste anymore time. He quickly strode up to Luxord, taking Xigbar into his arms. “Listen carefully, Luxord*…” he whispered urgently. “I want you to go find Vexen and Zexion* – where ever they might be. Tell them to report to Vexen’s lab immediately. This IS an emergency.”

Before Luxord could reply, he quickly went over to Lexaeus, and handed the big man the unconscious Freeshooter. “Lexaeus, go take Xigbar to the lab, please. You’ll be assisting Zexion and Vexen along with Roxas.”

As the two portalled off, he turned to Axel and Demyx, who were sitting together. “You two! Go get the necessary healing equipment – Vexen might not have hem all stored in his lab.”* Axel nodded, and took off out of the kitchen, with a tearful Demyx trailing behind him.

A few seconds after the two had disappeared, Xemnas gave a deep sigh. “And, as for the rest of you…” He looked over the remaining Nobodies, gravely. “Xaldin, Saix, Larxene, and Marluxia*… Go find the ones who did this to Xigbar.” After a beat, he added, “Don’t hold back.”

The four glanced sideways at each other, small, knowing grins plastered on their faces. Larxene pounded her fist into her hand as Xaldin started rolling his shoulders and neck around. Saix smirked, and chuckled, “Don’t worry, Superior… We’ll give ‘em Hell on Earth.”

As those four started to portal away, Xemnas whipped back around to Luxord, who was still standing there. He almost snapped. “WELL?! What are you standing HERE for, Luxord?! Do you WANT Xigbar to fade away into darkness?!?! GO GET VEXEN AND ZEXION!!!”

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Xigbar didn’t fade away. He came close – dangerously close – but Zexion and Vexen’s combined medical help paid off. He laid on one of Vexen’s hospital-like beds, his heavily bandaged chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.

Luxord sat beside him, quietly watching the Freeshooter. He sighed, sadly, and brushed a loose strand of hair out of Xigbar’s face. I wish… I could tell you how I feel…

“Is he going to be okay…?”

Luxord gasped, and whipped around to see Demyx standing there with a worried expression on his face. He sighed, and murmured, “Yes… Zexion said that he would be alright… Right now… All we have to do is wait…”
“For him to wake up?”
“Right…”

Demyx sighed, and sat down beside Luxord, also. I really hope Xiggy’ll be okay… Things just wouldn’t be the same without him… He’s the best mentor I could ever hope for… He thought sadly.

That’s when he noticed something… different. Xigbar was twitching, and making little noises in distress. His raspy breathing became short and irregular. The boy leaned forward, examining Xigbar with unease. “Hey, Luxord… Do you think—”

“WHAT are you two buffoons doing in my laboratory?!”

The two flinched involuntarily, and whipped around to see a very pissed-off Vexen* standing at the lab door. Dark circles rimmed his eyes, which probably explained the huge mug of coffee he was holding in one hand. The dark circles under his eyes combined with the fact that he was half shrouded in shadows, making him a dark, looming figure, his hair was sticking up in all directions and he had a vicious snarl plastered on his face gave him the appearance of something straight from Halloween Town.

Demyx and Luxord glanced at each other. “Uhhhhhh…”

Vexen was up to the other two blondes in an instant. “You didn’t touch anything, did you?!” he demanded, emerald eyes blazing.
“N-No, Vexen!” Luxord stuttered. “We just—”
“Good. Now get out,” the irritated scientist snapped.
“But—!”
“NOW!!!!!”
“Okay, okay!” the two whimpered. “We’re going…!”

The two started out of the lab with the disgruntled Nobody staring after them. His glare was so powerful, they could practically feel it burning on the back of their heads. Even so, Demyx couldn’t help but cast another glance at Xigbar. He sighed, and closed the door behind him.

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I think I was… Meditating. Yes, that was it. I was focusing all of the energy I had left in my being to heal myself. And, while that was going on, my conscience receded back into the deep, dark, corridors of my mind*.

That’s where it all began…

I felt… another presence. Another being… A malevolent one, at that. And it was there. Inside my mind.

Something wasn’t right. I opened my eyes, doing a complete 360. Nothing we there. Nothing but darkness… But, wait… there… was…?!

A dot. That’s what it looked like. A tiny, white dot with nothing but darkness around it. I raised an eyebrow, and slowly made my way toward the dot.

As I got closer, I suddenly realized that the dot… Was actually a man. He was down on one knee, face hidden. He wore a pure, white version of the Organization cloak and had long, silver hair pulled into one straight ponytail.* That was about all I could see.

I narrowed my eyes, slightly. “Who… Who ARE you…?!”

Silence. The man’s head slowly tilted up to me. He didn’t have an eye patch – not even a scar on his cheek. But, even so, I could tell… He looked almost exactly like ME.

A sly smile played on his lips. He kept his eyes closed as he spoke: “Hello… Xigbar.”

Something about the way he spoke… It gave me chills up my spine. It was smooth, pleasant, even… But there was an unmistakable hint of ice hidden deep down below the surface. I snarled. “How did you—”

“Get here?” He chuckled. “You almost died, Xigbar… And when you did, you accidentally unleashed me from your prison. There just wasn’t enough strength in you to live and be able to hold me back at the same time. Now that I’ve broken out, I have no intentions of going back.”

I blinked. Prison…?! “Who are you…?” I asked for a second time.
He smirked. “You should know…”
“Who ARE you?!” I repeated, this time more aggressively.

He gave another, haunting chuckle. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, revealing shockingly bright, blue eyes that seemed to pierce through my very being.

And, at that moment, he spoke three, simple words…

“Your worst nightmare.”

His eyes… I don’t know what it was about them… They triggered something in me. Suddenly, I knew exactly who this mysterious being was. And, though I hate to admit it, I was terrified. I gasped, stumbling back. “You…!”

To be continued…

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Told ya so... Well, the good news is, you don't have to worry about that much voilence in the middle part... The part that I'm the most a-scared about is the ending... ( Ooh... Foreshadowing... >.>; )

I hope that you liked it, or at least that it got you thinking...

And now for... THE POINTLESS FOOTNOTES! XDDDDD

ED-JOO-MUH-CATE YERSELF, BISH! D<

* Luxord was, apparently, on his afternoon stalking of Xigbar when he "got caught."

* Chloroform - a colorless sweet-smelling toxic liquid that rapidly changes to a vapor and causes unconsciousness if inhaled, used as a solvent and cleaning agent.

* I named the gang "The Blades" cuz it sounds cool. =3
Bat-Man = Antwone
Toothpick = Rayshon
Goatee-Guy = George
Scarface = Ronald ( XDDDDDD No - seriously... His name is Anthony. )

* The mystery on Craig will be explained in another fanfic.

* He's only looking for Xigbar so he can start stalking him again. =3

* Though Luxord is often portrayed as dimwitted and completely blonde in my fanfics, he knows when he needs to get serious.

* First seen in the movie "Pitch-Black"

* It's Dannon. Yes, you totally needed to know that.

* Normally Xemnas calls members by their ranks, unless at an "emotional" high. This would happen to be one of those times.

* Zexion and Vexen make an extrodinary healing team together.

* Vexen loves torturing things in his lab - not healing them. That's the reason he never has any healing stuff in his lab.

* Though Marluxia isn't the most sadistic one in the bunch, he IS an assassin - graceful or not. They'll need his tracking skills if they want to find their targets. ( Plus, he could always shove his scythe up their @$$, but you didn't hear that from me. XD; )

* Vexen will COMPLETELY fly off the handle if you stick ONE toe inside of his lab without permission - that's just the way it is. Combine that with the fact that he was tired as all gets out, and hasn't yet had his mid-night coffee yet, and you've got yerself a state-of-the-art CHARGING BULL. Rawr.

* Usually I would have put "heart" there, buuuuut, seeing they don't HAVE hearts... >.>; I had to improvise.

* Ho... ly... fawk. XD; I just realised how much he looks like Sephiroth with his hair in a pony-tail. XD; Well, no. It's not Feffy. I meant for him to look the exact opposite of Xigbar - no eyepatch, no scar, white's the opposite of black for his hair and clothing ( but silver sounds better where hair is concerned. XD; ), and blue's the opposite of yellow for his eye-color. Actually, DARK blue is, but I made it light blue just because.... Well... I WANNA, SO THAR! >p


Okay, that's all the random crap I got for ya... Hope ya enjoyed! XD;

*salutes*

Lord of the Wings,
~Leah.