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Slowly opening your eyes to see everything fuzzy, then closing them and waiting a few moments before opening again. Through the slight the haze you were able to see a six foot tall dark black mirror, caked in different substances. Dirt, grime, black sludge, and some other things you'd rather not think of and find out true. Going to get up you try to move your wrists only to find their tied behind you, and your feet as well. Panicking your eyes start to loose the bit of haziness they had, your vision becoming clearer, as you tried to move your feet again only to fall forward. Letting out a muffled yell as you closed your eyes waiting for the impact only to have your arms and wrists jerked hard, your eyes cracking open slightly. To see your face about three inches away from the dirty floor, your arms pulled back behind you keeping up in the air, be coming uncomfortable and, slightly painful to hang like that. You bent your knees and knelled so you could support your weight as you heard foots steps coming and an old door creak open behind you, before whoever could possibly see you, you closed your eyes quickly and let your head drop. Pretending to be asleep again. And you waited, and waited for minutes that seemed like long painful and agonizingly slow hours, knowing someone was watching you. Then gasping taking in a sharp intake of breath as you felt a sharp pain in your left side, the sound of a heavy boot coming back in contact with the floor. A deep, low, and slightly raspy like chuckle ringing by your ear, as you snapped your eyes open. Looking out the corner of your eyes to see a bald old man, except for thin eyebrows and a curled, silver goatee.With pointed ears, and yellow eyes. Accommodated broad, hunched shoulders and a crooked back. Wearing a white and black coat with a red inner lining, which is worn over a white shirt with two thin black belts, as well as white gloves and calf-high black boots.  

"If you are awake, don't play mindless faking games. It tries my patience. Especially with how long we've been waiting for you to wake up." Eyes widening more at the recognition, of him. The unpleasant shudders he sent racking through your body, with a rising fear of the man growing in you. Clearly shown in your [Color] eyes to him, as his metallic gold ones bore into yours. Letting out  another throaty chuckle he hunched over more to get closer to your face, "You fear me. It is wise to do so," with that said he glared and delivered another shift kick to your side again, causing you to let out and take in another intake of breath., as he stood up and walked away pacing in the room. 

Anxiety rising in you when the memory of you being in the hospital room with your father, becoming worried for him since he was already hurt enough. Your voice barely came out as a whisper as you called his name, "Xehanort.. My dad..!" Being those the only words you could get out at the sharp pain that shot up your sides from where he kicked you, making you realized it was harder than you thought. Forming a weak but slightly efficient glare at him, as you saw an emotion quickly flicker into his eyes then rage followed by covering it, before you could figure out the other emotion.

"I did nothing more to him, than what my followers did. And soon I will have more, courtesy of those other resistance members. And if you want it to stay that way for your father to remain unharmed you will do as I say, when I say it. Whether if it is today, tomorrow, or a year from now." Grabbing your face and roughly twisting it to your right in the direction that has the mirror you vaguely saw when you first woke up. Your glaring more intense at him through the reflection, that was soon wiped away when you saw your eyes flash a deep bloody red, in the mirror that distorts the reflections. Making only you look different, and not in a good way. Your [Color] hair matted, and covered in dirt and grime. Hanging over your face and shoulders similar to the Grudge's as your eyes were no longer their [Color]. But the red shade, your pupils a crescent shape and a even deeper red than your eyes. Your skin a very sickly pale, and your bones clearly visible, blood veins now looked pitch black as your blood continued its venture through your body. While spotting a hook through the bindings holding your hands together, some how their not visible in the reflection. Making you slightly gasp at what you were seeing yourself look like, surely that wasn't you currently. It couldn't be.