Cross huffed as he made it to an open field. There wasn't anything there to tell him where he was... The blissful heat was no longer there, the coldness wasn't there either... Though neither really bothered him completely.
Shaking his head, Cross focused on summoning his knife. He wanted to see it...
The dark blade appeared in his hand with ease, the action causing him to sway a bit...
"I must be out of practice..." He murmured, confusion filling his mind.
Out of practice? How many times has he done it before the day prior?
Shaking his head, he held it up. The weapon felt heavier now... He wondered why...
Taking a deep breath, he swung it around.
The heavy blade scratched at the ground when he dropped it to let his arms rest.
He huffed as he picked it up and continued slashing around, wanting to hear that satisfying sound of the blade passing through the air. He needed to hear that sound.
Sweat beaded his white skull as he swiped the blade down. It was only getting heavier... The dull pain in his arms was forcing him to slow as the pain in one of his legs returned, it feeling like someone had just broken it. This only annoyed him... He didn't want to slow down! He wanted to continue practicing!
Huffing, he let the weapon vanish. He gasped for air as he collapsed onto the ground. The pain was everywhere now...
He whimpered as a fiery blaze filled his head. It felt like a leech... His magic... His energy... His emotions... His will... His soul... It felt like someone was taking it... It felt like someone was trying to weaken him...
Anger flailed inside his ribcage as he stumbled into a standing formation. His odd eyes were hard on the white walls that surrounded him. He wanted to know where it was coming.
"Show your self!" He howled with anger, his red eye forming into a hazy X.
He didn't know this, nor did he care... He just knew that he had to fight whoever was making him feel weak... No matter who- or what- they were...
He waited for them to show.
And waited...
And waited...
He waited for hours, his energy and power slowly returning... His patience wary.
He fell to the floor with a sigh, he was so tired...
Using his scarf, he let himself fall asleep... A little nap would help him... It had to help him...
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Remembering Nightmares
FanfictionCross doesn't remember much, if anything at all... He doesn't remember how he got into a white void... He doesn't remember why he felt like he was dying... He doesn't even know his own name... He just calls himself Cross as it feels right and he wea...
