um... this isn't fg or sg fanfic... but it is kingdom hearts fanfic...
hope you enjoy!
The florescent lights buzzed and flickered, overhead. A young woman walked down the hall, almost gliding. She had white hair that fell to her lower back, and eyes as blue as rain. Her soft features were blank, void of makeup and expression. She wore a red shirt with a sleeve only for the left arm. Her right arm was covered by a clear fabric, held on by a plate of metal on her shoulder. Burgundy pants went to her ankles, then flared out around her bare feet, which made a soft padding noise on the linoleum as she took each step.
The doors in this hall were numbered, and she stopped at number 63.
She brought her hand to the door and knocked lightly.
The door flung from its hinges into the room. A wind blew against her face, and she covered her eyes.
The light was off in this room, and she could hear a voice from the shadows.
She listened but couldn’t make out the words. Her arm slowly moved from her face and she took a step forward.
“Hello?” she asked. A vicious smile split across the darkness.
“Hello, Trista,” it said. That voice, she recognized it. A familiar scream echoed from deep in her memories.
“No,” she said. “But I…” her voice fell from her lips as a dark figure emerged from the shadows.
“Not well enough, it appears.” Trista turned and ran from him.
The man merely smiled bigger. He had shoulder length grey hair, and wore a long black cloak. His eyes were covered by a black cloth, tied neatly behind his head.
Years of practice allowed him to see without his eyes, but through the darkness.
It itched to chase the girl, but awaited its orders, like a dog at the man’s heel.
“This should be fun,” he said, then pointed out the door. “Go.”
The darkness poured from the room, seeping along the walls and ceiling and rushing across the ground. It tore through the hall, urging to take the girl.
The man calmly walked out of the now empty room, and down the hall after the darkness.
Her heart pounded. Her lungs burned. The darkness was almost upon her. But she couldn’t lose. She thrust out her hands, but sparks only flew between her fingers. She had to get to the armory.
It was just around the next corner.
She had to wait for the right moment.
This had to be perfect.
NOW!
She grabbed the corner and dropped to her knees, spinning into the next hallway. The shadow snapped at her heels, then slammed against the wall, unable to make such a sharp turn.
Trista was on her feet and running again in less than a second.
The man sighed in exasperation as the darkness took after her again.
“Such stupid creatures,” he mumbled.
Trista could see the armory door at the end of the hallway.
It’s probably locked, she thought. She lowered her head and powered her legs harder. She was about ten feet away from the door and the shadow was right behind her.
She leapt at the door, knocking it in as she cam in contact. The darkness was cold against her back. She fell to the ground and thrust her hands out.
Wrath! Divinity! Immediately, two of the weapons on the wall flew to her hands. She brought them together above her, right through the giant shadow.
The shadow began to shrink, revealing the true beast to be a giant black lion. It screamed in pain, then looked to the sky. The beast began to evaporate and a tiny heart floated up from the melting carcass.
Trista stood and looked down at the keyblades in her hands.
“Thanks,” she whispered. “But we still have work to do.” She looked down the hallway and assumed battle position.
A wave of cold ran through her as the man rounded the corner.
His voice was suddenly all around her. “My turn,” he whispered. He reached forward and made his hand into a fist. Trista’s neck grew tight, her lungs burned even more. He squeezed his fist tighter and her breath was lost. She began to lift from the ground, until her feet dangled twelve inches from the fallen door.
He came closer, his hand getting tighter each step.
Trista raised her right hand, Divinity in its grasp. With what little will she had left, she hurled the keyblade at her enemy. It spun towards him, whistling through the air.
It approached him and he raised his hand. The holy blade hit his arm, and crumbled to a black powder.
She raised her left hand and threw Wrath. As the blade drew near, he raised his arm again. He caught it in one hand and threw it back towards her, releasing his grip on her neck. The blade cut through her cheek as she fell. She hit the ground and lay there as the man approached. He stepped into the room and admired his surroundings. The walls were covered in keyblades.
The only surviving testament to the keyblade war, this room showed the weapons of a proud few. He himself had been one of the “chosen.”
He returned his attention to more important matters.
Trista lay on the ground, accepting defeat. It was no use fighting him. He lifted his hand and she was flung against the ceiling. Another movement and she was against the wall. Their power surged through her.
She grabbed Star Seeker and Red Dragon, hurling them both at the impossible enemy. He didn’t even flinch as they hit, then turned to black dust, just like Divinity.
Monochrome and Jungle King were next to be thrown at her opponent, but they, too, dissolved on contact.
He laughed and walked towards her. He lifted his hand once more and she was shoved into the top corner. He looked up at her and smiled.
”Having fun?” She had one last hope. In the opposite corner of the room was Necromancy- Keeper of Oblivion, the single successful attempt to attach two keychains to one blade. She thrust out her hand one more time, and Necromancy flew to it.
She swung the blade right at his head, as hard as she could.
It hit with a definite crack! He gasped and looked back up at her. He took the blade in one hand and squeezed it with all his might. The keyblade cracked, then crumbled in his fist. He wiped the dust from his hand and thrust his hand towards Trista. She was shoved further into the corner, then his grip fell, and she slid to the ground. The man knelt down beside her. She breathed in and coughed.
“They’ll find you,” she managed. He leaned forward and licked the cut on her cheek.
“You’re sweet,” he whispered in her ear. He stood and raised his hand. The Way to Dawn flew from its stand and floated by his side.
“I’m sorry.” He said. She reached towards him.
“Riku!” she said. He swung his arm and the Way to Dawn slashed across her gut, spewing her blood across the floor.
Riku wiped a drop from his face and licked his finger.
She is sweet, he thought.
He smiled again and walked out the door, leaving her body on the ground.
Her blood matched her clothes, almost.
Kingdom Hearts: Beyond the Door (1st KH RP GGN)
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