kh_drabble | [139] Fiend

Challenge: [139] Saint
Title: Fiend
Word Count: 301
Rating: G; PG if screaming bad stuff at someone and fire is icky for you
Notes: This is a bit AU-ish, and I'm not quite sure how he turned into 'that', but it's AU-ish so that might be why. Uh-huh. Enjoy! ^^;

They hissed at the poor boy.

"Demon!"

They spat at him. Threatened him with flames.

"Evil!"

Why did they hate him so much? Why did they insist on burning his flesh and proclaiming that he was 'evil'?

Orange flames flickered before his sight, his golden eyes glimmering with fright. He took a sharp turn and disappeared.

As far as they knew, anyways.

An alleyway seemed like his only place of shelter. It wasn't like his home, where he once had a warm bed and the greatest people all around him. That storm, that one storm, changed him completely.

His home was a filthy alley because of it. His friends and family were all gone, too. He had no one. He had nothing.

Those people had believed he was a hero. A person that had a heart made of light, and not of dark. A person who showed that the keyblade wasn't a weapon of evil like some chose to believe.

Now look at him. He was no saint any longer.

A creature. A dark, evil creature. That's what he was now. His hair had begun to turn black. His eyes were now piercing yellow orbs. Black lines had formed underneath his eyes. His skin had begun to grow black. And his hands were claws. Sharp claws that could not only pierce your skin, but your heart as well.

He was evil. He was a demon. How he wished he wasn't this horrid thing. Even if he was still half human, he was still evil to them.

Sora's golden eyes flickered hopelessly as he stared down at those horrible claws of his. Drops rolled down his face while he glared at those hands. He buried his face in them desperately.

Those hands longed to rip all of their hearts out. Those hands belonged to a Heartless. And that Heartless was Sora.