Pray for Dawn

Chapter 1: Back in Black

I was told I was created by shear data. At least, this version of me. I was told that I was the pinnacle of their research. Everything building up to this moment had been carefully produced and meticulously etched into my heart, body, and soul. Everything from the Digital Twilight Town that had any semblance of me was looked at, analyzed, processed, and refined. The complete work was me. I was their masterpiece. But the problem isn't that I've come back. It's that I'm not whole.

In order for me to be whole, I need to reunite with my current heart. My flimsy heart can only give me my appearance, and basic brain function, but none of the strength to convey that I am me. I can't communicate with anyone to stop rigging me up with needles and suction cups. I can't move to take these devices off of me. I can only lay here, and think...and think about thinking. This is the absolute worse.

I heard lots of people while in this semi-comatose state. Familiar and unfamiliar. For example, I know I heard Vexen and Demyx from time to time, checking in on me. I heard all of the Organization members that either died during the secret mission or was slain by Sora. In hindsight, I think Sora was using my anger like that man wanted. He couldn't have hurt a fly and yet he goes and destroys the majority, if not all, of the Organization. But, regardless of what happened then, I need things to happen now.

The connection. That's all the Organization has been talking about for the past three days. The connection between me and Sora has to be met in order for me to be "whole", or presently conscious and awake in this new body. But, as time goes on, the number of days I have left before my heart decays shrinks. Then they would make a decision: either start a new heart or give up on the whole matter. So, clearly, I'm begging for a miracle. I want Sora to do his magical friends' spiel that he does all the time, remember me, and I get poofed back into existence, no strings attached. I really hope he does soon. I heard he was fighting again.

There was this day that I had. It was a lot of me doing nothing, as usual. It didn't help that all I was capable of was nothing. I just laid there, motionless, and waiting for the miracle to come around. I heard the door open and expected to hear Xaldin or Lexaeus again, but I heard a new voice since I came back. I recognized him.

"How is his status?"

"Master Ansem, his heart is doing optimal, despite circumstances. We could keep him in this state for as long as the others need it."

"Wonderful. Hopefully, this whole thing will be over soon."

It's the man with scarves all around his head. I never caught his name. I never wanted to. I never wanted to get up from this table more and show that old man whose boss.

"Sir, his heart rates! They're accelerating!" Zexion strode to my devices and started pushing buttons, with little beeps and boops associated with them.

Ansem didn't run towards my direction, or panic, or anything. He just laughed a dry laugh. Oh, how much I hate him.

"Nothing is the matter. That means he must recognize my voice."

"Then why is his heart rate at 107 BPM?"

"He's angry at me, young one," he finally walked over towards my lifeless body, "Angry at everything I did to him and his friends."

Zexion replied with a simple "Oh", and proceeded to click more buttons and tap things. I can't exactly tell what he is doing, since, ya know, I can't see? But what I can do is feel emotion. A great plus, but the problem is that it's all focused around Ansem at the moment. Hate might be a strong word for some people, but I hate this man. If I weren't half dead, I would sucker punch him right now and get out of here. Find someone, anyone to help me get out of this place. Axel. I would need to find Axel. If...he's still around, that is. Or cares. While all these thoughts were swirling in my head, I suddenly felt a hand ride the waves of my hair. Then, he spoke to me.