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kh_drabbleChallenge: [078] Tidying Up
Title: Snuffing a Candle
Word count: 600
Spoilers: None
Notes: Rated 'R', The Organization helps another world into the darkness. Dark themes, torture, character death. I'm going a little less Disney with this world and more 'realistic', alrighty? *tips hat*
His pulse beat loudly in his ears- thunderous, unnatural… almost drowning out the sibilant whisper that caressed its way into his ears. A hand gloved in some odd material was ever so gentle as it stroked the side of his face- an odd counterpoint to the throbbing of the knee pressed into his opposite hand- the other knee thrust into his chest, just beneath his ribcage.
Where was his armor? Suddenly it seemed important.
Then the ink-dark arm buried halfway into his chest shifted, tightened into a fist- claws dragged themselves along his heart.
There was no wound. No blood seeping down his skin.
"No fuss, no muss," the wicked voice was muttering. Her breath was cold on his ear, but the fine hairs on his skin stood without the support of gooseflesh. "They take the Heart, and you leave a shadow."
He grunted softly, body seizing in pain. The hand moved as if the creature couldn't get a firm grip- and the darkness clutched ineffectually, grasping, slipping about in his chest.
The voice went on. "They can't put it out on their own. Light is stubborn that way. 'Out, out brief candle.' But someone has to put out the light. Well don't you worry," she- it was a woman... a woman who had come to his wretched little island in the dark, struck him down with power and harnessed elements that defied the nature's law. "I'm here, and I'm breathing."
He screamed then- suddenly loud in the silence she left. The creature had taken out its hand, momentary respite, and shoved it directly into the center of his heart. Her laughter purred into his ear as he gasped, soft, straining sounds.
"Aww... and you tried so hard to keep the light alive- Proper Gentleman that you are. But... that isn't exactly true, is it?"
He couldn't see her. There was darkness- black cloth and black sky and the dark creature torturing him. He thought perhaps if he could just put a face to his tormentor, he might have some weapon against her... but he'd thought he'd known the faces of his enemies in the past, then turned around to see they resembled friends.
“You’ve had some wild times in the past. Savages in hundreds of other countries, hundreds of men and children- shot- stabbed, torn into little pieces for the feeding of vultures.”
No. No- he never-
“The women, girls, writhing beneath you,” she laughed, “it’s kinda ironic that you’re in their position now.”
No… How dare she-
“What about your little savage girl, hmm? Did it hurt to watch her die? Did she writhe beneath you before that happened?”
He snarled with the next gasp of breath. At that moment, he wanted to rip her into small pieces.
“Aww,” she murmured, giving his reaction her own interpretation, “I guess not.”
Bitch- he opened his mouth to speak the word-
He screamed, long and loudly, inhuman, as his heart turned just enough to darkness- and the Heartless pulled it from his body.
She laughed gaily, kissing him, stealing the last of it- the last rage of a dying man. His lips turned to smoke and darkness beneath her and Larxene wiped it away as she stood.
The smirk on her face suggested pleasure. She watched his body fade into a greater shadow, which stood, confused for a moment, before following its brethren into the collapsing ground.
“So long, Johnny-boy,” she said with a smirk. Then finally the crackling, now-blackened grass beneath her feet gave way.
Larxene opened a portal in the void and laughed as she stepped into it.
Title: Snuffing a Candle
Word count: 600
Spoilers: None
Notes: Rated 'R', The Organization helps another world into the darkness. Dark themes, torture, character death. I'm going a little less Disney with this world and more 'realistic', alrighty? *tips hat*
His pulse beat loudly in his ears- thunderous, unnatural… almost drowning out the sibilant whisper that caressed its way into his ears. A hand gloved in some odd material was ever so gentle as it stroked the side of his face- an odd counterpoint to the throbbing of the knee pressed into his opposite hand- the other knee thrust into his chest, just beneath his ribcage.
Where was his armor? Suddenly it seemed important.
Then the ink-dark arm buried halfway into his chest shifted, tightened into a fist- claws dragged themselves along his heart.
There was no wound. No blood seeping down his skin.
"No fuss, no muss," the wicked voice was muttering. Her breath was cold on his ear, but the fine hairs on his skin stood without the support of gooseflesh. "They take the Heart, and you leave a shadow."
He grunted softly, body seizing in pain. The hand moved as if the creature couldn't get a firm grip- and the darkness clutched ineffectually, grasping, slipping about in his chest.
The voice went on. "They can't put it out on their own. Light is stubborn that way. 'Out, out brief candle.' But someone has to put out the light. Well don't you worry," she- it was a woman... a woman who had come to his wretched little island in the dark, struck him down with power and harnessed elements that defied the nature's law. "I'm here, and I'm breathing."
He screamed then- suddenly loud in the silence she left. The creature had taken out its hand, momentary respite, and shoved it directly into the center of his heart. Her laughter purred into his ear as he gasped, soft, straining sounds.
"Aww... and you tried so hard to keep the light alive- Proper Gentleman that you are. But... that isn't exactly true, is it?"
He couldn't see her. There was darkness- black cloth and black sky and the dark creature torturing him. He thought perhaps if he could just put a face to his tormentor, he might have some weapon against her... but he'd thought he'd known the faces of his enemies in the past, then turned around to see they resembled friends.
“You’ve had some wild times in the past. Savages in hundreds of other countries, hundreds of men and children- shot- stabbed, torn into little pieces for the feeding of vultures.”
No. No- he never-
“The women, girls, writhing beneath you,” she laughed, “it’s kinda ironic that you’re in their position now.”
No… How dare she-
“What about your little savage girl, hmm? Did it hurt to watch her die? Did she writhe beneath you before that happened?”
He snarled with the next gasp of breath. At that moment, he wanted to rip her into small pieces.
“Aww,” she murmured, giving his reaction her own interpretation, “I guess not.”
Bitch- he opened his mouth to speak the word-
He screamed, long and loudly, inhuman, as his heart turned just enough to darkness- and the Heartless pulled it from his body.
She laughed gaily, kissing him, stealing the last of it- the last rage of a dying man. His lips turned to smoke and darkness beneath her and Larxene wiped it away as she stood.
The smirk on her face suggested pleasure. She watched his body fade into a greater shadow, which stood, confused for a moment, before following its brethren into the collapsing ground.
“So long, Johnny-boy,” she said with a smirk. Then finally the crackling, now-blackened grass beneath her feet gave way.
Larxene opened a portal in the void and laughed as she stepped into it.
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Date: 2006-10-04 01:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-04 01:49 am (UTC)Thank you. ^^
I hadn't gotten in touch with my dark side lately, and I wanted to this time. I'm glad I could use your prompt to do it. ;D
BTW- ^^ your Classical Instruments fic exists (yes- fic- it is longer than a drabble) but I haven't typed it all up yet. Fear not ;p I will get your attention when it's finally posted.
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Date: 2006-10-04 09:05 pm (UTC)*wibbles at your genius*
^^ I'll probably get back to the lighter stuff myself for the next prompt, but I'm glad you liked mine!
Now post more Vacation, please? *wibbles more*
And about the fic... *grovels* Thank you soooo much for writing it! :DDD
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Date: 2006-10-05 12:01 am (UTC)*laughs* ^^ I dunno, I might stick with some dark. It was fun, and it's been a while.
*huggles* Yes! I will get back to the lovely Jack and his plotting. :D He's just so much fun.
*pulls you up off the floor* None of that- I loved doing it. ^^ Speaking of which- enjoy! http://syvia.livejournal.com/89652.html
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Date: 2006-10-05 11:39 pm (UTC)YAYMOREVACATION. The wootums. XD
... OMG. *runs to read*
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Date: 2006-10-04 01:39 am (UTC)Otherwise, I loved the descriptions. Good job, I really liked the dark aspect of it.
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Date: 2006-10-04 01:46 am (UTC)O.o Now I'm worried I was too ooc (but hoping I was just to vague.
Your hint is this: his last name is Smith.
*nods* Yes- I am evil.
Thank you. ^^
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Date: 2006-10-04 01:51 am (UTC)Am I correct?
No, not OOC. Just vague. But a good vague, I think.
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Date: 2006-10-04 01:53 am (UTC)*phew* Good. I could have left more hints, but I never realize just how vague I'm being until someone says 'Uhhh... I don't get it.'
XD Thanks!
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Date: 2006-10-04 02:01 am (UTC)I just went back and realized how many hints I skipped over. So it definitely makes sense once you realize what it is. It's kind of one of those *headdesk* sort of things. Like, I can't believe I didn't catch on earlier.
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Date: 2006-10-04 02:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-04 01:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-04 01:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-04 02:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-04 02:32 am (UTC)*raspberries*
Weren't like... all of my Xaldin drabbles dark?
^^ Thanks.
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Date: 2006-10-04 04:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-05 12:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-04 02:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-05 12:03 am (UTC)(*grins* I dunno, maybe Luxord? XD She's so easily outed- being the only female member of the Org just gives her away every time.)
Thank you!
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Date: 2006-10-07 02:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-27 04:03 am (UTC):3 Yup-yup. I darken because I luff! ^^ If I didn't like the movie (and it hadn't been so appropriate) I wouldn't have used it!
"In 1607~ the Heartless ate our world~!" ;p