The Ultimate Organization III+.5

OOC:Thank you. Now I'm just waiting till everyone else gets on.

 

OOC: WUNT. I don't either.

 

OOC:Well...I'm out of ideas at the moment. I can come up with some good ones every now and then, but the problem is that it takes me a long time to do it. That's probably all I'll have to offer tonight. Let's see what Darknight has to post.

 

OOC: Sorry sorry sorry! I keep vanishing during the final moments I'm like a badly timed commercial break. x|

BIC: Wing was torn. Destroy the Virus and fight the U.O Army and UPA or help Xardius against Scourge. If he failed, Vecked would take the Virus, and do God knows what with it. He began to whistle softly, you couldn't hear it unless you were right next to him. His body shifted to its Twilit Wind mode and he made his way on to the battlefield, attacking whoever dared oppose him. UPA and U.O. soldiers alike fell as he tried his best to protect the Light Users. He still kept a close eye on Scourge and Xardius, and knew that if Xardius died, it was up to him and Vecked to finish the monsters off. Then, they'd settle things once and for all.

Suddenly without warning, all of the communications equipment crackled with static before clearing up, all of the orders and commands replaced by Wing's voice. Nulix had made it to the Universal Broadcasting Station and got them to listen. Wing's voice was broadcasting over every form of communication network throughout the universes. He couldn't help but smile inside.

"Thanks Nulix." He whispered before his whistling resumed. A memory of the first time he used sound to cast magic flashed, it was in Midgar with Xardius. They had been hiding in Soldier, and the guards were trying to hurt an innocent woman.

"It all comes to an end right here. At the end of the day, one side will rise, and the other will fall!" His keyblades tore through the masses, cutting a path for the Light users to regroup and begin their counter attack.

Scourge and Xardius fought in a blur of light, each throwing out their best moves, it was a win or lose fight, kill or be killed. Black and white with no shades of grey. This would be the last time they looked at one another, the final memory of the other's existence.

Wing's whistling grew louder at a steady pace as his emotions and determination grew, so did his power. This was his final form, his true form. The Phoenix, "virus" was no longer limiting the Guardian of Twilight and Master of Gales now. He was free to unleash hell. In this state, he was ready to fight the remaining Phoenix's at the end of the day. He prepared himself mentally and physically.

"Flame vs Flame...Wind Vs Flame....at the end of the day only one power will remain, and I can assure you, that the Wind shall put the fire out..."


OOC: Does anyone still have the original members list? or know what the name of Jorxdy's character was??? I need it for the story i'm working on...and I cant remember it to save my life?!

 

OOC: Wasn't Jordxy's character named Jordxy?

 

OOC: yeah but that was the character left from Org XIV....she had another one for this thread, that was connected to Jorxdy...

 

OOC: Oh, right...I forget her name too.

BIC: Xane resumed to watch the fight. It was about all he could do now.

 

OOC: Xalan! Thank you DK! whew lol

BIC: Wing continued to help the light users

 

OOC: ... I have a feeling it's because you're all going to wait so you can totally trump me with plot. :P

BIC: My only wish.
Is to die.
Kill me.
Please. That's all I ask.
It hurts.
It burns inside me.
My heart. Do I have a heart?
What makes me feel?
What makes me itch inside?
I can't stand it...
Kill me.
End it.
Pain.
I haven't felt anything but pain for so long.
Everything else is superficial.
Skimming on the outside of my consciousness...
Am I even in my own body?
Do I control it?
Can I feel...
No longer.
I am no longer...
...
I will kill you.
Feel this. What I am, what I create inside of me.
I want you to die.
I want to die.
Why?
It's been so long.
It shouldn't have been like this.
All I want...
Die.
Save me.
Kill.
My mind is...
You are...
This moment...
My dream...
...
Please..........
Please............
Please...........
Please............
Please....................
Please..............

***
His lungs burned from the ash and the smoke and the sparks that flitted through the air like dancing figures, graceful and hot until they burned themselves out, leaving nothing but black in their place. His lips were dry. He licked them with a dry tongue. His nostrils flared as he tried to breathe. He couldn't. But he wouldn't die. He knew that much, if not why. He knew it might hurt, but then it would end. Nothing could kill him. To him, it seemed everything had tried.

A burning brick slammed down into his back, driving him to the floor but he picked himself up, throwing the brick from him, feeling his back where it had broken slide back into place slowly but surely. Coughing, he backed out of the room. She couldn't be in here. Nothing could have survived that inferno, nothing except for him, and she had to be alive.

He cared nothing for the crumbling lumps that used to be human bodies, burned to ash and cracking, blackened bones. They couldn't be her. Where was she?

In desperation, he called out her name, "Teresa!"

He thought he heard something from the street as if in answer, and his feet carried him outside.

Everything around him blurred. Time slowed. His breath sounded loud, his heart thumped only once, and then was still. For an eternity, he watched her die, the sword blade sliding cleanly between her perfect breasts, cutting her with minimal effort, lifting her feet from the ground and exiting her back at a point he knew would have severed her nerve cables around her backbone.

Even if she had survived, she would never have moved again. Her body went limp, except for her face as blood slowly streaked from her mouth in a slow trickle. Her eyes met his, and she smiled, and then she was gone.

His world tunneled in, blackening, then exploding into brilliant nothingness. There was only one thing that kept him alive: hate for the man who had killed her, hate for who he had thought was the man he could always count one.

Darius Lionheart could only feel hate for Rune Polaris, the man who had destroyed his world with a single blow with his sword.

***

Rune weaved in the streets, the fires dancing back and forth in his eyes. All he could see was the flame, the death he had wreaked with his own hands. He didn't remember doing it, yet he did. He remembered lifting a hand to his companions, to his friends, and fire had sprung from him like lightning, killing them, then moving on, hungry, eating lives and buildings. He remembered laughing in their shocked faces as his sword had swung, slicing through flesh, bone, remembered stepping through their blood without a second look.

His head hurt. Was this a dream? It had to be. Yet he knew it wasn't. His world spun like a cyclone in his eyes, yet one thing remained clear.

He wasn't alone.

Inside his head, laughter raged like a thunderstorm, insanity breathing at his neck. He knew that laugh. He knew the voice whispering to him about how blood tasted, about how good it felt to kill, to eat, to destroy whole worlds. He knew who it was and he felt despair, catching him like dust on the wind.

Fear made his forehead thick with sweat, and his face found the ground as he fell, crying out for darkness to take him and the man he hated to their graves. But he knew it wouldn't. Rune knew that there was no hope for himself.

The man inside his head was Oblivion, and he was laughing at Rune, laughing with Rune, laughing with an edge so steeped in rage and hate that Rune shuddered. They were one, they were two, they were two halves sharing one body.

Rune pulled himself to his feet. For the moment, he had control. He knew now what had happened. Oblivion had taken control at the instant their souls had touched, had congealed together.

Oblivion...

Rune threw back his head and howled while Oblivion laughed on.

Oblivion: the man who had destroyed his family so he could "save" Rune for his experiments, who had put so much time and effort into making Rune the perfect study, the perfect weapon, a god of fire and black flames, the Phoenix. But Rune knew he was no god, and Oblivion was just another man. When he learned that Oblivion had destroyed his family, rage had filled him. Revenge filled his every core.

His friend had helped: Lionheart. The same story. The same dark hate. They had worked together. Lionheart was to support Rune in killing Oblivion. But first, they had to become stronger than Oblivion. They would become Phoenicians, then turn on their former master and destroy him.

Somehow, Oblivion had found out: his program had changed. Now, they were to be locked away in some miraculous elemental monstrosity that would bring the universe into perfect balance, protect the hearts of those who had died and "recycle" them. Rune spent nearly two months learning what the program did, and how it worked, then another month learning how to sabotage it.

He should have taken more time. It had gone right, but wrong. Oblivion was destroyed, his soul torn out. A barrier erupted, disconnecting the capital from the rest of the worlds, creating instantaneous anarchy. The Phoenicians themselves were thrown out, Lionheart losing his memory in the process.

Nearly a year had gone by. Rune was here, in Nirvana. What used to be Nirvana.

"Von..." He'd killed him first. A man who had took him in, fed him, gave him shelter. A man who was determined in battle, and had been like a brother to Rune.

"Kristen..." An old and kind woman whose husband had died fighting the bandits. She'd always wanted a son. Rune had lived with her until today, when he'd burned her alive inside her own house.

"Will..." The smartest man Rune had known, but humble and kind. No one disliked him. He'd given Rune the best advice, and Rune had begun to look on him as a replacement to the father who had been wrenched from him. Not anymore.

"Martha..." Von's wife. He'd told her how Von had died right before cutting her heart out. Her face had been filled with pity as he'd smiled at her. His hands seized upon his sword as tears burned the ground.

He couldn't stop screaming. He could feel his sword stabbing inwards, thrusting hot through his body like a butter knife. The sword he'd killed so many with. His blood fell on the ground like water as he stabbed and stabbed. Finally, he let his sword fall, useless against his power.

Oblivion cackled in his mind. You can't die, my pet. You're my perfect creation...

Rune's mouth twisted in a snarl as his wounds slowly healed on his chest. Oblivion was right. He was a Phoenix. All he could do was live with this pain.

"...Rune...?" a voice called, and Rune raised his head to see her, the woman he loved with what remained of his soul. No, he didn't deserve to love her anymore. But he couldn't deny it.

"Teresa..." Rune whispered, climbing to unsteady feet and catching her by the shoulders. "What are you doing here? You should leave...now! It's dangerous!"

Teresa's eyes were red. "Is everyone...Is everyone dead?"

Rune hesitated, then slowly nodded. "It was me... I, I killed them. I killed them all."

His hands dropped and his head hung. He backed away from Teresa, who was staring at him with a stricken expression.

"...Why?" she whispered.

"Oblivion's here," Rune muttered, and Teresa gasped. He'd told her. He'd told her everything. "He's in my head. I guess he didn't quite die. He took control of me...and..." His voice broke.

Teresa's hands caught one of his, and Rune started.

Tears slid from Teresa's eyes. "I forgive you."

"How?" Rune choked, shaking his head. "I don't deserve forgiveness."

"It doesn't matter," Teresa said fiercely. "I forgive you."

Tears broke forth again as Rune shook and shook, held in the arms of his beloved while Oblivion cackled in his mind.

Teresa slowly backed away as Rune's sobs died out.

"Have you seen Darius?" she asked him, releasing her grip around Rune's torso but retaining a grip on his hand.

Rune shook his head. "He's not dead. He's just like me, remember."

"I know," Teresa whispered, as if to herself. "Besides, we promised each other..."

Rune turned away, not wanting to see what was in Teresa's eyes, trying to deny that she loved someone else.

Then suddenly it was over.

"Teresa, I'm going to kill you," Rune said quietly. Teresa turned to face him, her eyes going wide. "I can't stop myself. You should have run."

"Don't let him control you!" Teresa exclaimed. "You're stronger than him!"

"Maybe one day, I will be..." Rune grunted as he released her hand to pick up his sword. "But today, I'm not."

Teresa's eyes filled with tears, but they were gone as quickly as they'd come.

"Fine," she said simply. "Kill me. I forgive you."

Rune shook his head. "I'll never forgive myself."

Teresa shook her head. "Rune. You know what to do...don't you?"

Rune's eyes widened. "I can kill you, but..."

"So..." Teresa said, stepping closer. "I'll be waiting."

"Teresa...!" a voice cried, and Rune froze.

"It's Darius," Rune said after a moment. "He's looking for you..."

"Darius!" Teresa called, looking around. "Here!"

Rune struck like a viper, his sword erupting from Teresa's back. A slight cough emerged from her as blood trickled down her chin to drip against his sword blade. She smiled, not at him, but to the side, and then it was over.

She was gone, and Rune's world collapsed around him.

***

"I want to see you smile again. But I know I can't. So...
This time. I will die. And I will kill.
I just want to say.

Goodbye..."

***

Gasping for breath, Scourge stumbled back, his chest slashed open from Darius' furious strike.

"Is that all you have Rune?" Xardius growled, his sword red with Scourge's blood. "I want to cut you more for what you did. I'll give you more pain than you can possibly imagine."

"What can you give me that I haven't already felt?" Scourge growled, his eyes hot on Xardius as he wiped blood from his chin. "You know nothing of pain."

Xardius' eyes narrowed as he spun forward, only to be met by Scourge's two blazing swords, cutting swaths into his arms and forcing him to drop his sword. Xardius reeled back, trying to recover but Scourge sliced him open like a stuck pig with the next swing.

Xardius grabbed his stomach, holding it together with his strength as Scourge leaped back, his sword slicing up and cutting into Xardius' mouth, ripping the warrior's tongue straight from his mouth.

"While you heal," Scourge said mildly as Xardius thumped to his knees. "I want to ask you a question. Well, I suppose a question I don't expect you to answer, seeing as you can't talk...but..."

Scourge chuckled. "Have you ever wondered what happened to Teresa William's poor, quite dead body?"

Xardius' eyes burned with uncontrollable rage, and he spat blood through his ruined mouth.

"I thought not," Scourge sighed. "It's understandable that you wouldn't consider this, but... I'm not insane all the time, Lionheart. And when I'm sane, I'm usually smart. Right before I killed Teresa Williams, I formulated a plan. I took her body so I could bring her back. You've done it before...haven't you?"

Xardius' eyes widened with understanding.

"Yes, by using your Phoenix power, you can bring people back to life temporarily," Scourge said, nodding.

Xardius grunted, his eyes widening further.

"Oh, temporarily as in until they die again," Scourge said, waving a hand. "No need to worry about them dying a few hours later. They'll be quite healthy. But, they will die again. So I devised a plan: a plan that would bring Teresa Williams back to life...for as long as a Phoenix lives."

"You might ask why," Scourge said, walking closer to Xardius. "...Perhaps I'll leave it up to you to decide. I believe you're healed enough now. Once more, then?"

Xardius slowly stood, wiping blood from his mouth. "Where is she?"

"Oh, she isn't finished," Scourge smiled. "But if you beat me, I'll tell you where she is...agreed?"

With a wordless howl, Xardius tore forward, his sword in his arms and smashing into Scourge's blades like a torrent of death. Scourge desperately worked his blades and body to keep ahead of the unstoppable force, driven back and back and back.

"Tell me!" Xardius roared. Scourge didn't answer, couldn't answer. It was all he could do to breathe versus the monster that he faced, the monster who was engulfing him alive. Scourge looked at the monster. Then he smiled. Laughed. Then he yanked Oblivion from the recesses of his mind and let nature take its course.

Like a spectator on the outside of a field watching a game, he watched his body straighten, power spring out to blast back Lionheart.

"It's been a long time," he heard himself say, and knew it was Oblivion. He could feel Oblivion, full of fear. "Too long, my old friend."

Lionheart paused. "What is this...some kind of trick, Rune?"

"It's Oblivion," Scourge's body said, spreading its arms. "Don't you remember?"

Oblivion had about half a second to react to the blinding fast strike, his power of darkness halting Xardius' sword an inch from his eye. Scourge's body blinked and smiled nervously.

"Now what's this all about?" Oblivion asked, fear coming into his voice. "You want to kill me Darius?"

"Rune, I know you can hear me," Xardius said, his eyes focused, his face expressionless. "It's time to end what we started. But this time, you hold him. I'll gut him like the snake he is."

Scourge laughed, and grabbed his arms and legs, pinning Oblivion like a wrestler pins a rag doll to the floor. Oblivion shrieked from Scourge's lips, gibberish sprouting from his mouth.

Now Lionheart, Scourge thought and then Xardius struck, true to his word, slicing open Scourge's body. Then he stabbed into Oblivion's heart, then into the head, through the brain.

As Scourge's body fell, he felt Oblivion fading away. "No, I don't want to..."

Xardius stabbed again, through the head with incredible force. And Oblivion was gone.

Scourge regained control instantaneously, his body healing slowly.

"Rune...?" Xardius asked, helping Scourge, no Rune, to his feet.

Rune nodded. "He's finally gone. You did it."

"Then it's over, isn't it." Xardius sighed. "We can go home. You can tell me where Teresa is, if that wasn't a lie."

"It's not a lie, but..." Rune shook his head. "...There's one more thing we have to do."

"Kingdom Hearts," Xardius said after a moment's hesitation. "You want to destroy it."

Rune eyed Xardius. "Uninstall it really. That's what we were designed to do inside the program. One of us could do it by themselves, I think. So I will do it by myself. You focus on helping your friends. The Virus has to be destroyed, or the new governments will tear themselves apart trying to get it."

Xardius shook his head. “Do you know what will happen if you take out Kingdom Hearts?â€

Rune nodded. “I’ve had plenty of time to discuss it with Oblivion…If I uninstall it, it will release all the power it’s been storing in a wave pattern that will restore the damage down to any world’s heart. Twilight Town would be a prime example of a world that was damaged. It will be restored. Further, the barrier around the worlds will dissipate nicely, letting the capital of the Kalva Empire reopen communications…if there’s anything left of it.â€

Xardius shrugged. “All right, then…But I just have one more question…What was that weird power source I felt underneath the castle?â€

“The Sea of Chaos,†Rune said, a smile growing on his face. “It took me nearly six months to make, but it’s a melting pot of all the Brotherhood’s power. I’ll use it as a reserve in case I start running low during the uninstallation. I also used it as a convenient excuse for a treaty with the U.O. Clever, don’t you think?â€

“Sure,†Xardius nodded, looking a bit confused. "I think I’ll just meet up with you after you begin. In case you need my support, too..."

"Fine," Rune said, waving a hand. "I'll be here."

Xardius nodded and began running off, using the light of his fire to guide his way.

"I'm sorry, Darius," Rune sighed. "I'm so sorry."

Turning, determined, Rune began making the spell that would unravel Kingdom Hearts itself, for the first time in a century feeling happiness...

OOC: Nine pages, and it took me almost two hours to write this, so you better appreciate it. :P

 

OOC: YES! That is what I was waiting for! Great post, DK!

BIC: "So, uh, now what?" Xane asked, approaching Xardius and Rune. "We still need to get rid of the Virus, right?"

 

OOC: Damn, that was awesome...so vivid, it was like watching a movie...no lie.


BIC: Wing watched as Xardius and Scourge, now Rune, separated. IT was over...the Brotherhood was defeated, its leader back to normal, or what Xardius had told them was normal. Wing smiled softly, racing to Xardius's side.

"Well old friend, only one thing left to do on our agenda."

He held up the Virus crystal. "We'll do it together, alright? Then when this is done and over....We can go home...Back to the lives we had before all of this...back to peace. Just like we've wanted since the day we met, all those centuries ago. Never Forget me Darius, I sure won't forget you."

 

Darius clasped Wing's hand and shook it firmly, then hugged Wing tight for a moment.

"Wing, you are the greatest guy I've ever known," Darius smiled. "You're more likely to forget me than anything else."

Turning to Xane, he nodded. "The Virus. We've got to get rid of it. And then there's a certain someone we need to take care of."

Grimacing, Xardius wiped grime from his face. "Vecked."

OOC: Thanks a lot guys! I hope my next post will keep up to par, because it's not quite over yet...

 

"Vecked?" Xane asked. "Or Skinnar and the U.O armies? Either one, I'll gladly take down."

 

Wing turned to Xane, an idea in his mind.

"Xane, you Mellodia and Venture take out Skinner and the U.O. Xardius and I will handle Vecked and this troublesome Virus! It all ends tonight!"

Wing raced off, whistling as he did. Foux flew over his left Shoulder, ready to assist in anyway he could

 

"That plan works," Xane smiled, rushing off towards the Light User's armies, followed by Mellodia and Venture.

 

OOC: That was amazing DK! ^^

BIC: "Hey what about me!" Bella chirped, finally speaking up. She had been watching along with the others but had been hesitant to join in, "I may be absent a lot but I still want to help. I mean, I at least want to know I helped you guys in some way, even if it was at the very end"

 

"Bella!" Wing smiled and hugged her.

"I want you to help Xane...and protect the light users. They need you."

 

"Bellatrix, you're there more often than you think," Xardius said. "If you want to fight, back up Xane and Mellodia. They probably shouldn't be alone anyway." Chuckling, he nodded. "Thanks Bellatrix."

"So let's do this thing, Wing," Xardius said, chuckling again at the rhyme. "Let's find Vecked and finish this."

Xardius began running off, Wing following close behind...

OOC: Now all we need is some Nul-magic.

 

"Alright, thanks guys! I better see the two of you again when this is over!" Bellatrix yelled as she headed after Xane.

 

"Bellatrix?" Xane asked. "You've been quiet. Finally decided to get back in the action, huh?"