Violet eyes narrowed at the sight of the black coat as it turned the corner. Only five of them had woken up here and three were reported to be back with the coats. One of the known three or perhaps one of the lower ranks…?
He wouldn’t know until he caught the guy.
He turned the corner after the intruder watching as a portal closed behind him. Breathing heavily and stopping in his tracks as he tried to regain his bearings and think: quick portals, able to get up to the third floor, knowledge of the castle layout, and running away from him with ease.
Mentally cursing, Dilan started back down the same hall he had just come from. It had to be him. Out of all of them he had to be the one to come back here and pull a stunt like this. Out of all of the reckless things he could have done, it had to be now— just as he was starting to give up on the idea of ever seeing him again.
Rounding a corner, the guard paused and caught his breath. Where would he end up? The hall he disappeared from lead to the lifts that could take him anywhere but the debris hadn’t been cleared out, much like most of the castle. Where would he end up? Some place he knew for sure wouldn’t be blocked. An open hall where?
Gripping his lance tight, he started to the stairs once more, jumping down to the second floor and down to one of the many twisting halls. At any rate he had to warn Even if the scientist hadn’t noticed the sound of the large Heartless about to be on their doorstep— the man did get a bit too caught up in his research from time to time. This was different. If he was really here, Dilan would need more help getting him to remain put.
Glancing down various halls that he passed, violet eyes checked for any sign of movement, and shred of possibility the man came down here. And then he saw him. Stopping, he stood staring at his back, Heart pounding and breathing heavily. “You…”
Feet paced back once as he was about to take off again. He had to have been close, and one of these blasted paths couldn’t have been completely closed off right? II half turned to his left, before he felt a pair of eyes stab into him. The silhouette of his face remained covered, giving the human one sideways glance, before his head looked forwards again. Shoulders dropped slightly, his fists at his sides balling into fists under the cuffs of the Enigma Cloak.
'Don't look so shocked, fuzz face,' he thought angrily, chest rising and falling lightly.
The Old Coot’s orders had been pretty clear. He saw those amber eyes staring over him, fear and excitement pumping through his veins. It was a step, maybe one of the lasts that would ensue his damn war. After so many years of waiting and now he was trapped here trying to find his way like a rat in a maze. And now, half cornered..
'Destroy anything that stands in your way.' He heard the order clear as day, echoing in his memory a few hours ago. The burning prick of darkness acting as a single reminder in his core, adrenaline blinding his thoughts. Just another human. Make them pay, make them all fear and despair before this world slipped away again. He probably didn’t have any powers. It would have been easy, sink a few free bullets directly into his chest-
Another roar echoed through the halls below, electric lights flickering in and out as dust quaked on the ground. For a few short moments he wished the thing had knocked the power out completely. Seemed like it wasn’t meant to be though, not when the castle itself was powered by a generator a quarter of a mile long and high.. His head tilted upwards, trying to make out the noise though, drawing a short breath as he listened. The echo sounded hurt, or maybe it did in his mind. Seemed like someone down there was making headway..
Gold eye rolled, not saying a word. His fingers tightened, tips turning white under his gloved, as he forced his arrow guns from flashing into his grip.
There wasn’t any time for a long winded reunion..
When he turned, the figure vanished again through an open rift, body blurring out of existence in a flash of black lines. He reappeared, putting himself ten feet behind the other, feet hitting the ground running again. Heart burning in his chest, he vaulted for the next hallway. Eye scanning rapidly for the right path that would lead to the lifts.
Heartless. Heartless everywhere. What were they doing here? Dilan had just finished debriefing the new hired hands on who to let into the castle when they had started to attack.
What are they even doing here? And where was that defense system Cid had installed a year ago? And why were they converging on the castle?
"Keep those doors closed at all times!" he barked at the men. "I want you three here, making sure nothing gets through. If they do, you destroy it right away. Don’t hold back."
Dilan watched as the three nodded in confirmation, though clearly frightened of the sudden attack on the town. Aeleus and Ienzo were out gathering supplies for the castle leaving Even and Dilan to man the fort. Lea… Hearts knew where Lea was at this time. The slacker better not be off-world goofing off….
"The rest of you, I want out in the town protecting the towns people. If you find Aeleus or Ienzo, send them back here immediately," he said turning his sharp gaze onto another handful of guards. "Don’t engage in combat unless necessary. Now go!"
With a salute, the men dispersed and started to barricade the door as ordered. Dilan turned started down one of the many halls towards the library, he needed to find Even. His lance held at the ready as he sprinted towards the stairs heading up to the second floor and pausing on the landing to catch his breath. The sound of shattering glass reaching his ears from a floor above him. Even?
Racing up the next flight of stairs, Dilan looked around at the various halls wondering which one he had heard the broken glass come from. “Even?” he called out and slowly crept along one of the halls.
The loud roar of the Behemoth echoed all the way up here made him pause. He stared up at the ceiling as if he would find it there. The Heartless were getting close and where was Even?
The sight of a figure running down the hall in black caught his eye. Dilan frowned and began to run after it. “Stop!” he yelled, heart pounding in his ears as he recognized the black coat. Who was that?
Turning this way and that, he had to stop traveling through rifts after a short way in. It was either that or teleporting himself straight into a collapsed wall or passage.
The castle seemed in shambles, some halls worse than others. Watching the paths closed off, debris and dust hardly cleared away. Years of them having been away, didn’t exactly leave this place much inhabitable did it? Fixer upper.. A place where he had grown up, seemed like a maze, pipes and concrete slabs cut this way and that. Running past, he saw long marks of work, trying to have most of it cleared, but where one path began, other ended. What should have been a direct cut to the lifts, was nothing but a series of dead ends. The hooded figure cursed under his breath, before he spun, bolting down another set of halls. In and out the Old Coot had said.
This was nothing compared to what he remembered.. Bad move.
The echo of the creatures below shook the walls, streams of dust knocking loose from the ceiling. He imagined some thousand pounds of horns and muscle knocking on the front door with the rest of the welcoming party. Give it ten minutes, maybe more, they would be storming blindly into the front halls. That should have been all the time in the world that he needed. But he could have cared less about the Heartless.
No, the voice that caught in his ears made his Heart skip a beat. Gold eye shut tight for a moment before he turned, not even giving the other even a sideways glance.
Turning sharply down another hall, he leveled out into a full sprint, disappearing through a rift to give him some distance as he rounded a corner. Trying to give the guard the slip, stay just out of sight as he rounded another turn. His chest burned for air, muscles tense as his single eye darted along, trying to figure out the layout of his old home. False Heart beating, screaming in his chest.
Don’t stop, don’t let him catch you. You can’t fail… Not now-
He skidded to a halt, watching as another collapsed ceiling took out his way deeper into the castle. Boots scuffed the floor, arms widespread at his side as he had to halt his momentum to keep himself from crashing into the dead end. ‘Light..’
is this where I start the conversation?
HA! I see you follow me!
I follow you,too!
maybe we should tal-
wow this is the most accurate post of how I try to make friends
Did anyone else read this in Mulan’s “manly voice”?
Seemed like only a year ago they had been standing on these roof tops. Hooded figures, bound by a single cause. One by one knocked down.. That was one of the few times he had come back here. And even then, it was hardly the homecoming that he had always wanting.
Taunting the key slinger..
A blast cut off somewhere deep in the city. The shattering echo cut through the silence, as Heartless and darkness burst into the the city. People screaming, rubble flying-
As if.. This was more he liked it anyways.
A dark smirk flitted onto his hooded face as he let the Heartless draw the attention of the civilians. Hood tight about his scarred face, gold eye alight with rage and ambition he made a B line for the castle. Skipping along roof tops, streets passing in a black blur. He hit the ground, gunning down some random bystander that was patrolling the outer wall. Hired staff, or just a person in the wrong place at the wrong time. He didn’t care. They were in the way..
Heart burned in his chest, making him pull in one long vault. Arrow guns flashed to light, at his sides, before he pulled back the trigger. Shattering a window on the third floor of the castle, he rolled into the hallway, splinters of glass clinging to his coat. Someone would have heard that, but it was better then knocking on the front door. The Heartless would have pretty much been doing that if they got there.
Xigbar turned sharply on his heel and took off for the central wing of the castle. With any luck the debris would cut down straight to the generators.. First rule of infiltration; Never be the bigger distraction. One Behemoth, and a few hundred Emblems running a muck of the town seemed like a fair enough trade off. With any luck, he could get in and out before someone could care to notice.
The faster the better.
He had a computer to destroy.
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