Wayward

II

A sliver of light flowed from the sightly pushed curtain. The room illuminated only by the sun's pressing gaze and the natural light trying to claw its way underneath the door frame. You could feel your grip tightening around your [color] bed sheets. Groaning lowly in pain you couldn't understand why you were feeling like someone had kicked you multiple times.

Maneuvering yourself to look at the nightstand to the left of your bed you found your alarm clock's digital lights flashing on 1 2 : 0 0. You figured it all being related to the possibility that there was an electrical surge in the middle of the night.

Rolling over onto your back it felt almost heavenly with the mattress pushing up against those aching muscles. You stared at the white ceiling of your bedroom wondering exactly why it felt so weird being in your room. Pushing yourself to sit up on your elbows you looked around your room to see if there was anything out of place. Your desk was the same mess it was last night, your tv and the gaming consoles appeared fine. The dresser was of course in dispensary with your closet door ajar just slightly.

Rubbing your eyes you blinked a couple of more times before looking directly toward the direction of your laptop. You narrowed them slightly while you scooted to the end of the bed. You noticed the black trim around the screen and kept comparing it to the actual screen. There was a slight humming light to the actual screen. You turned it off last night and here it was, on. Climbing out of bed you went to sit in the rolling chair, pulling yourself close to the desk.

Clicking three left clicks and nothing came up on the screen. You frowned while paying attention to what was going on, this was brand new and here it was not wanting to work at all. Groaning loudly you couldn't believe that something like this had to be happening to a brand new computer.

Pursuing your lips together you went to look out the window of your room pulling the curtain back just slightly, the sun was coming over the edge of the bay the skies being painted morning hues. What was awkward about this morning was the stillness outside, no cars going by or people walking their dogs.

"Mom? Dad?" Turning around you opened up your bedroom door to look down the hallway. Looking both ways you decided to head toward your parent's bedroom. Judging by the sunrise, your father should've already left for work. Twisting the doorknob, the door swung open to reveal absolutely nothing. Neatly made bed with a fresh laundry basket sitting in the corner. Everything looked absolutely normal.

In your heart, you knew something wasn't right.

Spinning on your heels you walked back toward your room with a brisk and quick walk. Amidst the wonders of where exactly your parents were, you decided to change out of sleepwear and into something more comfortable and casual. Having to kneel onto the floor you managed to find your phone underneath the bed. Unlocking it you dialed your father's number and pressed it to your ear.

There was nothing but continuous ringing. No voicemail or anything.

Swallowing hard you hung up the call and found one of your old high school backpack, whichever one didn't look like a wild animal had gotten a hold of it. Random thoughts were going through your head that made you pack normal things like clothes and then your laptop and it's charger along with an extra phone charger. [Colour] eyes flickered over toward the Wayfinder as it sat there all innocently. Chewing on your bottom lip you dug through your desk drawer until you found a leather rope that you had bought at the craft store. Quickly finding scissors you cut some of it to give the Wayfinder length into a necklace where it sat a little bit below your chest.

Picking it up gently you looked down at its reflection, seeing a mixture between the hardwood floors and your own reflection in the clear liquid. What trouble have I gotten myself into? You wondered silently as you found a light jacket and put it on, taking the pack to wander outside.

Just as you thought to step outside everything was awkward and stiff. There weren't any birds making sounds or the neighbor's dog barking up a storm. Frowning you stepped into the road looking both ways to find no cars were parked along the sides or anywhere in sight. Some people who had cars and never worked - their cars were missing from driveways.

Finishing the walk across the street you looked out to the ocean-bay, waves were pulling in and out as if it was a normal day.

"This world was never meant to be tethered to the others," A dark ominous voice called out of nowhere, spinning around you found no one to be standing anywhere near you. A sickening chill did run up your spine as you took tentative steps. "of course that changed with your help." The voice concluded.

Wrinkling your brows you took one last spin until you saw a dark hooded figure down on the beach staring out to the rising morning. "Who are you? Where is everyone?" You called out, hesitantly deciding to walk toward the figure.

The hooded figure chuckled, you could tell by the way their shoulders moved up and down. "I would think that you had an idea, you did create that Wayfinder."

Your fingers curled around the star-shaped ornament, glaring at the person. "That doesn't answer anything! Who are you?" You exclaimed loudly feeling confident as you took strides closer to them.

An arm reached out and grasped the front of your jacket and shirt pulling you close to the hooded figure's face. You couldn't see anything underneath the dark hood. Their breath fanning against your face. "Nonetheless, you've helped us indeed, [Name]." You could hear the smirk on his face as he chirped out your name happily. "Us? Who's us?!" You spat back as your hands curled around their wrist, straining to feel the sand beneath your shoes.

"Please, do tell them I wish them luck." 

Never in your life did you feel the force behind that shove that they gave you. Whipping you out toward the water, everything felt like it was moving in slow motion. You made sure to memorize everything in front of you, the hooded figure and their cloak. The way it fell and it's designed... your eye widened in a realization that cloak was identical to Organization XIII's.

Instead of water, you felt something wrapping around and over your figure. Dark purple and blacks swirled just before you could see nothing. His name slipped from your lips.

"Xemnas!"

Then the darkness was upon you, there was nothing to protect you from its clutches as the world went black and time felt like nothing but an eternity in hell. Everything felt cold and numbing in the darkness and there was nothing you could do against it expect for flailing your arms about.

Croaking out into the abyss you didn't even know if someone or something was there. "Please! I don't want to die! Please, somebody!" Warm tears ran down your cheeks as you fought the urge to close your eyes and let yourself go. The dull sensation in the back of your head was growing more and more. The darkness itself was an entity and it was wanting you to give in. Sobbing silently you could do nothing but submit to it.

As consciousness faded and the Darkness thought that it won, there was something that burst against the Darkness. Light filled a small surrounding area around you, creating a shimmering sphere. Your Wayfinder glowed a beautiful yellow-white light, even if you had let go as the Darkness desired.

A figure moved through the darkness, long strides against it as the light reflected off dull metal. It was once flaked with platinum material but now looked old and cheap metallic paint. In the dominant hand rested a long blade, one that you could note to be a Keyblade if you were awake.

"Take us home."

As their hand touched the sphere of light, you and the metal figure were whisked away from the Darkness.