The Scramble [Complete]

[Sarah_Kerrigan]

There were others now. Omni had snatched them, from wherever they happened to be, and, now they were just here; here in: the White. It probably had a more formal name given unto it by its creator, Omni, however, it could not achieve much more than nothingness. The only thing which separated one step in any direction, from another, was the gathered. A king upon his throne, a beast with honor, their men, and, what they called the Primes. Now, stronger in number than they had been in moments prior.

As one of the newly vested, Kairi, mostly fell silent after Lightning’s arrival. She listened, but still, unlike them, could not remember anything further about her own meeting with the force behind it all. She had decided that in the nothingness, there was reality, so much so that representatives from two opposing sides . . . ideologies were here to guide newcomers to their respective lands. Yet, she was starting to feel that rise of nerves, gripping, powerful, sweeping through her stomach with a rising, and trembling sort of nausea, fueled as a whole by nervousness.

Instinctively, she crept towards Lightning, resonating with her, perhaps yes because they were of the same gender, but more so because she reminded her so much of someone that she had once known. The boy with the name. Riku. He held the same sort of determination, driven and powered by it, he had lost himself. And, in that regard, Lightning, looked that way. That worried Kairi. Her steps fell softly in patting footfalls, approaching tentatively, and tucked close to one another. Gazing back from Bradley and Thrall she politely nodded to them both, gesturing her own thanks in a respectful bowing of her head.

She cringed when she heard another voice, nearly jumped as a shiver ran down her spine and she turned to face the man that had spoken. “My name's Kairi,” she did reply, but as startled as she had been, the rest of what she might have said became nothing more than the dryness of her lips and the teeth which momentarily bit into them, drawing a dull, throbbing pain for her to briefly focus on. Although one thing did remain consistent, she smiled tilting her head slightly to the side to welcome another fellow stranger.

There was a pureness that lingered in her words and posture, arms tucked together and gripping strong as her body swayed in place. Even so, her mind wandered and swirled with the information exchange, new concepts were forming and thought patterns of their own were started to answer questions she at first, could not form properly.

Is . . . is everyone brought into the world . . . l-like this?

Unlike the young girl, they were taken most likely with their memories intact. Some might become angry . . . have those soldiers . . . Regardless of these worries, Kairi, stifled them to some degree when she realized that the woman from before had thanked her. “I-it was nothing, really. I only just got here myself, and . . .” Her voice trailed off; Lightning was heading away from the group rather rapidly at that.

An influx of emotion suddenly overwhelmed the Princess of Heart; she was torn. Torn because she did not know what was right to do. If these people, the one in black, practically spawned in it and wrapped in chains and of course, Cole, needed help, she did not wish to leave them in the hands of two recruiters. However . . . I . . . I can’t let her go off on her own . . . Kairi looked back. At least, they’re together, for now . . .

So, she nodded to them both and gave an apology, “I’m so, so, sorry . . . but they’re here to help. I just think that she'll need help too.” And with that she took off after Lightning, her steps shifting into a light run to make up for whatever lost ground there might have been between the pair. “Hey, mmm,” she called out, “Lightning, wait up. I’m coming with you.” Her steps became harder upon the ground, and she trekked on until she came up unto the soldier's side.

She shouldn't be alone right now . . .It's not right . . . this is j-just all so wrong.