「 GAME OVER 」
「 AQUA HAS BEEN FOUND GUILTY ! 」
「 COMMENCING THE EXECUTION 」
CONTENT WARNING
❥ Blood
❥ Gore
❥ Impalement
Farther, farther, farther she's falling; her body never stopping as all sight & sound disappear from her being. There was something so strange about this ' downfall ' though. Her body, her soul, all of it felt weightless as it floated down the abyss like a feather. Circus Baby's Killing World was a curse in itself. Her execution should not have been this ------ tranquil. Yet its quiet as her feet slowly land upon glass & she stands; looking about to see where she was. Where was she ? The world was entirely black ! Was she dead ? Where was her gruesome execution ?
Little did she know her retribution had only JUST begun.
DARKNESS; all she saw was darkness ------ an endless void that made up her prison. Was this death ? She thought so ------ that is, until she saw more platforms up ahead.
------ So that's what was going on. Perhaps she could go on living if she made it through the darkness.
With a leap does she jump; steps light like water as she lands on the next. Once more does she ascend; falling upon the glass ahead. It's PEACEFUL; quiet ------
------ TOO QUIET.
All at once was that blissful quiet shattered; a plethora of hisses, screeches, growls, ------- everything filled that one tranquil silence & shattered it to pieces. Rapid flashes of blue fill her sights & soon ------ she's surrounded by something too familiar to her.
' Unversed ------ '
Can she summon her sacred weapon; her KEYBLADE in this place ? Somehow everything had been taken from her in that childish prison ------ but this ------ this was a place far from it. MAYBE SHE CAN ?
It's LIFE & DEATH but she closes her eyes & soon enough, that familiar cold metal is in her hands. She can't help but smile as she looks down & sees the petals cascading towards the glass ground & RAINFELL clasped tightly in her hands. Perhaps she can fight her way through the darkness.
It only takes a single slash of the blade to obliterate just a few of the creatures. But she knows; SHE KNOWS that this is a battle & she takes off; holy weapon in hand as she keeps moving; jumping as gracefully as an acrobat as she keeps swinging. Platform to platform does she almost effortlessly destroy those monsters ------ an act more than worthy of the KEYBLADE MASTER.
& then ------ she feels pain.
Sharp, red pain sears up through her arm; trailing through her nerves & into her mind as she looks down. Blood drips down her arm; staining once pure white cloth with the iron. It's a small wound; something she can easily shake off ------- but it's that single laceration that makes her come to that NUMBING realization.
She doesn't have her armor.
If she had her sacred armor; those monsters wouldn't have so easily sliced through her skin. All of her being; her mind, her heart, her soul ------ all of it was EXPOSED to these beasts.
BUT SHE COULDN'T LET THAT STOP HER.
Like a true keyblade warrior does she merely raise her blade & keep slicing; metal clashing against monster as she pirouettes through the air. Her form was perfection; like rhythmic waves through a storm & it was practically a SHOW for those who watched. Perhaps she could fight the darkness !
But the platforms never end. NO; no matter how far she jumps ------ there's more. & do those Unversed waver in their onslaught ? Not even for a moment. The more that the warrior destroys; the more would come to ensure that their rampage NEVER ended.
& though the warrior was mighty
THE WARRIOR WAS ONLY HUMAN.
Though they were small ------ the injuries added up. A few scratches from a metal claws of a Scrapper, the slamming of the Bruiser's steel fists against fragile skin, the searing fury of the Red Hot Chili's fire ------ all of it HURT ! But there's no choice; there's no choice but to grit her teeth & keep moving. The bloodied skin, the deep red bruises, the burning of hair & flesh ------- none of it mattered ! SHE CAN'T just focus on such trivial matters if she wanted to live !
Another jump to yet another platform & she begins to go through the motions yet; that mindless cycle of cutting through the Unversed. Kill after kill, those monsters just kept coming at her & all should do was kill them & kill them AGAIN ! She's about to slash when she hears a CRACK.
Widened blue eyes stare down; meeting the closed eyes of ------ HAKUNO KISHINAMI. The very first victim of this ' Killing World ' that Circus Baby ruled. It was only then that she realized ------
All of these platforms ------- they were of the PARTYGOERS.
The cracks grow louder & all at once does everything; the glass, the Unversed, EVERYTHING slowly begins to fall. Everything seemed to go in slow motion ------- yet the movements were lightning fast as she jumped off an Unversed & onto the next platform. RYOUTA KAWARA; that girl's killer. Aqua could only spare it a momentary glance before that too would shatter before her feet. Jump, JUMP ! Onto the next dead partygoer that would fall ------ just as they did in life !
The last one; HEATHER MCNAMARA ------- she can only look down upon her face; HER handiwork. But then she sees familiar figures in the distance.
A tall man dressed in grey & gold right alongside his younger, blonde partner.
HER BEST FRIENDS.
' Terra ! Ven ! '
It's only when she speaks those words does Heather collapse under her & she YELLS; caught off guard by her own emotions. But her keyblade blesses her as her own magic; a a spell woven as a majestic swirl of white & blue propels her to her friends.
She's EXHAUSTED; beaten down; weak & near ready to collapse ----- but she still runs. Oh, how she runs; tears of joy streaming down her eyes as she goes to embrace her friends -----
----- & then they turn.
LOLBITS.
LOLBITS IN COSTUME.
Her heart sinks; its a MOCKERY of the friends she made, the ones that she's quite literally fought wars alongside ! To see these robotic monstosities masquerading as her friends. It angered her. It infuriated her. It filled her with DARKNESS. She lets out a war cry as she raises her keyblade before ------
CRAAAACK !
She looks down at the glass.
It's her own face; her own visage shattering to pieces.
& then everything FALLS.
SAVE HER ?
' AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH ! '
Her screams pierce the void beyond & it seems like she's falling forever. Deeper, deeper, deeper in to the darkened heart until ------
S P L A T !
STEEL of all colors pierce through her body; from muscle to bone & back again until her blurred vison could just barely make out HANDLES. All sorts of colors swirled within her sight but ----- she sees HER BLOOD splattered upon ornate keychains.
Keychains.
This was the Keyblade Graveyard.
HER GRAVEYARD.
No ------ NO ! ! !
SHE NEEDS TO GO HOME. SHE NEEDS TO SEE HER FRIENDS.
A choked gasp only sends blood forth; dripping down her chin as pain pulses through her entire being. She twitches; she wiggle, she WRITHES to try to escape but ------ there's so much blood & those handles were so DEEPLY embedded into her broken body.
Like keys to keyholes.
& like a warrior does she die a SLOW & AGONIZING DEATH; impaled by the weapons of those fought alongside her.
YOU CAN’T.
CHAPTER 3 - LIGHTS OUT - CLEARED !
