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kh_drabble2008-09-08 09:33 pm
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Challenge: [159] In Another Life
Title: Repetitive Natures
Word Count: 499
Summary: Who do you think you'll meet in your next life?
Rating: I suck at this, but, PG-13 I guess? I'm only concerned with it because of some cussing and implied gore.
Notes: I'm partially apalled at what I've done to Axel, here, and partially thrilled. Because I liked the Reverse/Rebirth Org. members. I almost wish I thought I could pull off the implied rest of this. But then it would no longer be a drabble. Um. Also I would probably be creeped out with myself. Moreso than I am now. Gah. XD
His head was splitting. He wasn’t sure where he was - in the brief moment he’d had his eyes open, it maybe looked like a lodge. Not the one he’d been staying at, though. And he hadn’t been there, he’d been... yeah, climbing. Ahead of the tour group, because they were boring. Then the ground started shifting, and he knew not to call it an earthquake,
memories rattling loose in his mind like the earth shaking around his feet; fighting and dying, a dark voice like a wind rushing through him all fuel and direction and why not? if it didn’t matter, and nothing did
light
betrayal in a crackling web that torched everything he almost might have cared about because the whole pattern might’ve held but not the charred remains
and he’d called out for help even though he was pretty sure no one could hear him over the noise. Didn’t remember seeing anyone coming before he’d gone under, either.
So. If he expected anyone from the last life to find him, it would’ve been Roxas. Sora. Whatever he was called now. Or maybe Saix, because he remembered the guy holding a grudge like it was a replacement for his heart. But Lexeaus?
Maybe there were worse people to be found by than Saix.
Which was of course when he heard the door opening. He left his eyes closed, and listened as the guy sat down nearby. Pen scratching, low discontented muttering. After a minute, the clink of the pen against a cup? “I’m perfectly aware that you’re awake, Axel. You flinched as I crossed the room.”
He glared, trying to get the room into focus. Darker hair and blue eyes, but it was definitely, “Vexen. The hell I did, bastard.”
Vexen smirked over a cup of something steaming, which gave him a moment of vertigo. Vexen didn’t do hot drinks, right? “It’s Vincent, Axel. And I assure you that you did, you simply... may not be aware of your reactions.”
He winced, shifting on the bed. Couch? He still wasn’t sure, because everything... felt numb. “Shit. You drugged me.”
“You’d be a screaming incoherent mess if I hadn’t. John’s still not managed the finesse he used to have. I’m afraid he broke a few bones.”
“John? John, right, Lexeaus. And my name-”
The little creep interrupted him. “Is inconsequential. Whoever you are now, you clearly remember being Axel. Which makes it surprising that you’re so calm. But, better for the experiment, I suppose.”
Shit, however he’d reacted to that he shouldn’t. ‘Vincent’ was looking more like Vexen every second. “Experiment?”
“When John and - oh, very well, Lexeaus and Zexion?” And he could feel himself struggling to move now, because the bastard’d chuckled when he saw that reaction. “When they return, we’re going to try a little dissection to see if there’s a difference between a reborn Nobody and an ordinary human.”
It wasn’t so much that he thought someone would hear him screaming as that he couldn’t stop.
Title: Repetitive Natures
Word Count: 499
Summary: Who do you think you'll meet in your next life?
Rating: I suck at this, but, PG-13 I guess? I'm only concerned with it because of some cussing and implied gore.
Notes: I'm partially apalled at what I've done to Axel, here, and partially thrilled. Because I liked the Reverse/Rebirth Org. members. I almost wish I thought I could pull off the implied rest of this. But then it would no longer be a drabble. Um. Also I would probably be creeped out with myself. Moreso than I am now. Gah. XD
His head was splitting. He wasn’t sure where he was - in the brief moment he’d had his eyes open, it maybe looked like a lodge. Not the one he’d been staying at, though. And he hadn’t been there, he’d been... yeah, climbing. Ahead of the tour group, because they were boring. Then the ground started shifting, and he knew not to call it an earthquake,
memories rattling loose in his mind like the earth shaking around his feet; fighting and dying, a dark voice like a wind rushing through him all fuel and direction and why not? if it didn’t matter, and nothing did
light
betrayal in a crackling web that torched everything he almost might have cared about because the whole pattern might’ve held but not the charred remains
and he’d called out for help even though he was pretty sure no one could hear him over the noise. Didn’t remember seeing anyone coming before he’d gone under, either.
So. If he expected anyone from the last life to find him, it would’ve been Roxas. Sora. Whatever he was called now. Or maybe Saix, because he remembered the guy holding a grudge like it was a replacement for his heart. But Lexeaus?
Maybe there were worse people to be found by than Saix.
Which was of course when he heard the door opening. He left his eyes closed, and listened as the guy sat down nearby. Pen scratching, low discontented muttering. After a minute, the clink of the pen against a cup? “I’m perfectly aware that you’re awake, Axel. You flinched as I crossed the room.”
He glared, trying to get the room into focus. Darker hair and blue eyes, but it was definitely, “Vexen. The hell I did, bastard.”
Vexen smirked over a cup of something steaming, which gave him a moment of vertigo. Vexen didn’t do hot drinks, right? “It’s Vincent, Axel. And I assure you that you did, you simply... may not be aware of your reactions.”
He winced, shifting on the bed. Couch? He still wasn’t sure, because everything... felt numb. “Shit. You drugged me.”
“You’d be a screaming incoherent mess if I hadn’t. John’s still not managed the finesse he used to have. I’m afraid he broke a few bones.”
“John? John, right, Lexeaus. And my name-”
The little creep interrupted him. “Is inconsequential. Whoever you are now, you clearly remember being Axel. Which makes it surprising that you’re so calm. But, better for the experiment, I suppose.”
Shit, however he’d reacted to that he shouldn’t. ‘Vincent’ was looking more like Vexen every second. “Experiment?”
“When John and - oh, very well, Lexeaus and Zexion?” And he could feel himself struggling to move now, because the bastard’d chuckled when he saw that reaction. “When they return, we’re going to try a little dissection to see if there’s a difference between a reborn Nobody and an ordinary human.”
It wasn’t so much that he thought someone would hear him screaming as that he couldn’t stop.
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*icon is quite ironic, yes it is*
Awesome. XD
I'd scream at Axel to run away, but we all realize very well that he can't, poor bastard.
:DD If you make it more than a drabble I would be HAPPY to be freaked-out as all heck and review.
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O__O;
That's... that's all I have to say about that.
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... though I find myself wanting to know Zexion's name. XD
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Icon approves of this fic.
I think it's good at the length it is--it's actually more horrible left to imagination; when described, it's simply gross.
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Contrary to icon, cranky!scientist does in fact approve.
Re: Contrary to icon, cranky!scientist does in fact approve.
Re: Contrary to icon, cranky!scientist does in fact approve.
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I really don't look forward to voting tomorrow.(no subject)
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Implied torture like this is so much more powerful than graphic description (for me, at least) - it's both scarier not quite knowing, and I really don't think the most explicit writing can ever hope to truly capture it.
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niiicely creepy!