..::Introduction::..

..::Truth is Scarcely Gratifying::..

"You're making this awfully hard on yourself, to just simply kill you wouldn't suffice – no, not at the least." The cloaked man stood well over seven feet, his face shadowed by his swishing violet cloak's hood, the creases shining brilliantly in the moonlight. He held his five-foot blade millimeters from the girl's throat; it hovered like the blade was hungry and savoring the moment of dominance.

"You're one cheap hunk of a bastard you know that right?" the girl retorted viciously, her gut telling her not to do anything but her pride was bruised heavily, it wanted to retaliate.

The man chuckled.

"You were always crawling under my skin and making it itch, what I wouldn't give to just eliminate that itch." The man spoke, his lips curling in a sneer. The girl with fiery crimson orbs and shock-bright white hair pulled back in a spiky ponytail and split bangs snarled. Her skin had a peach hue to it, but still pretty pale.

She was an albino.

"Then just kill me, I have nothing else to-" Than as if a hand grasped her vocal cords and froze them together in a silent spell, she could no longer speak the rest of the sentence.

"So…you do hold Eleven's Secret." The man spoke; almost amused by her frantic antics as she grasped her throat. "You cannot speak the Secret you pathetic little girl. Your master knew, his master knew, you certainly should know that." The man spoke with slimy excitement, like a little boy about ready to receive his first pet, except this pet may be a man-eating tiger or savage dragon.

"Don't speak of Master Eleven like he was your inferior!" The girl jeered, her confidence ebbing away and her frame shook, here she was on the cold pavement, beneath the armed man as if waiting for punishment.

Around her streetlights glared down at the scene in monotone colors, all neatly in a row except for one that appeared like a car ran over atop it, making it completely hit the ground.

"Oh…we treated him like nothing else." The man recalled memories of endless hours torturing the helpless victim, alias Angell Eleven until he finally said he could not speak of it for the life of him even if he wanted to.

"It cannot be spoken by the soul that holds it!"

But that didn't stop the soul from using it. This man however old he was in his late centuries had never witnessed the Secret ever used. This man wanted to witness this Secret's miracles the legends spoke so fondly of and sometimes those that spoke so…dead.

"So you were in charge of his execution?" The girl's eyes held no sign of bursting into tears, she sat there, clinging to life as they knew it with a fiery passion that couldn't be drenched out. Unless…

"You know, it took me a while but I figured something out." The man crooned softly as he withdrew his weapon and crouched down to the girl's eye level.

"Eleven didn't pass on till four hours ago, when we received word of your escape. That tells me something, it had been months since we started our campaign and his heart hadn't stopped beating once. It seems…the holders of the Secret cannot pass on till the Secret's holder passes on the Secret to another soul. How did dear Eleven give you the Secret hm? Telepathically? Did he tell you? No, that can't be possible…" the man seemed to be going nowhere till he was given every answer to every one of his questions.

The girl glared deep into the man's eyes, her gaze unwavering.

"It doesn't matter 'cuz I'll never give it to anyone else so there!" she spat into the man's face, with a gross expression the man wiped his face clean than brought his hand back. Only a second later to make impact with the girl's right side of her face and plummet her body into a nearby wall.

The bricks tumbled down on her scrawny structure, dust gathered in clouds and settled down on her motionless form.

"Damn brat." The man growled as he wiped the remnants of her saliva from his nose.

"I thought I heard a crash, oh dear, this will not do. Here I am sent to do a simple job and YOU make it all the more difficult. I give you my thanks," a sarcastic voice greeted from behind him. The man gave a start but turned around swiftly to catch sight of a black portal swallowed by thin air.

A boy looking no older than nineteen or so stood stiffly, giving a yawn and scratching his head. His scalp was enveloped by blood-red spikes and skin pale with brilliant emerald eyes. An upside-down triangular crest beneath each eye, it reminded the man of some sort of clown…

What got him slightly shaken was the black cloak the boy was wearing, so stiff looking but swayed easily along with every move made by the redhead.

Organization XIII? What the hell are they doing here? "What do you want?" The man asked curtly, crossing his arms.

"Chill man, chill. Oooo…ow, that had to hurt. Now it'll take her ages to wake up, I believe I already thanked you." The boy drawled out, he blinked his eyes repeatedly. "Saїx owes me one for this…"

"You're from the Order aren't you? Tell me what business you have here?" The man growled out, the boy looked from the decrepit wall to the cloaked man.

"Like it's any of MY business to tell YOU. Yeah, I'm from the Order. There are only so many people out there that can open and close portals, wear dark cloaks and call out these guys." The boy snapped his fingers and out of nowhere Dusks swerved out of the alley way's crooks and nannies and surrounded the man, doing their strange walk around him.

"You're Nobodies! Why would you want to come here? Byozone City? What do you want with the girl? She's mine!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, you made that sound so wrong." The boy said, losing his sleep finally. "I'm just here for business I already made obvious I couldn't tell you, came from the top y'know. Can't go around and announce because then, it wouldn't really be called a 'secret mission' then."

With graceful strides the boy strolled around the common nobodies and towards the crumbled wall.

"Man, at least she can't die…phew, here I was worried. Old man Eleven passed on the Secret then? Well, at least I can act like I cared." The boy whistled at the damaged body of the young girl not too far in from the broken wall.

"I think it may harm her more to move her-"

"Don't get so comfy around me yet you punk." He glanced back at the girl, who was now struggling to sit up properly. Her knees locked together in an attempted to put support on her wounded ankles. Her elbows pointing inwards.

One eye was shut to avoid the flow of blood coming down from the roots of her hair, more dripped behind her, her hairpiece had shot out from the pressure and now her pure white hair was stained by life's red. Her visible crimson orb radiated of passionate hatred as it settled on the violet-cloaked man.

"Quen La Mov! You're nothin' but a friggin' coward!" She yelled, wincing greatly from her own volume. The man called Quen La Mov smirked.

"Your words are powerless, if it were not for the Secret. You would've died." Mov snickered darkly as he raised his weapon again.

"Withdraw these monsters and I will consider trading the girl."

"I AM NO DAMN TRINKET!!!" The girl roared, wincing again, she clutched her head with one hand, the other finding difficulty regaining proper balance. The boy whistled low again.

"She has one heck of a tongue, I already like her. What're your stakes?" The boy asked, snapping his fingers again and the Dusks silently whisked away. Mov gave a low chuckle.

"I will hand the girl over to you and the Order ONLY if you investigate the Secret she knows and inform me the instant you discover it. And also…"

"C'mon old man! I got places to burn, people to send to Hell, missions to kill! I wanna go back to bed!" The boy whined, running a hand through his hair with an irritated expression. Slowly the girl began inching away. She could get away a lot quieter this way than attempting to stand up and try to run for it.

"If the Organization will clean out the royal family here, excluding me, and ANYONE that gets in their way." Mov finished, the boy looked up thoughtfully, placing a hand at his chin.

Sweating now, the girl managed to crawl out of the debris and scrambled across the building's floor. She needed to hide…she needed to hide…she needed to hide…

Lord Aquarel and Lady Ren will be murdered if I don't do something…it was Master Angell Eleven's job to protect them! I have to take his place! God damn my head! The girl nearly passed out from a wave of dizziness that flooded her brain capacity.

I need to at least warn someone! Where the hell is everybody!? The girl had managed herself through the offices, there was no one. Well, it was midnight but there was usually that work-aholic somewhere…

It was then that everything had a sense of stillness to it, more than before. She cursed loudly when a voice penetrated her head.

"Hold it girl! You're pretty banged up." Not that it helped her at all when she was swept off the ground and hurt body parts were touched.

"Dieu damnent tu!" She hissed as she flailed, one hand holding her bleeding head and the other was soon caught in a tight grip around her wrist. Her one available eye met emerald.

It's the stupid Order guy from before… "What do you want? 'Cuz currently I'm in no condition for wise cracks and I could care less if you're having a bad hair day now put me down!" The girl attempted to break the redhead's grasp on her arm, but he obviously was (by a margin she figured) stronger and kept his hold on her.

"Calm down, you'll be no use to us if you have on-going pass outs." She growled and cursed in a language he was not known to. He raised a brow. "I don't believe you lived here in this dump you're whole life."

"Go figure! I wasn't born here numskull I'm foreign and before I go on rambling and telling you everything about my life put me down!" She changed her mind when she looked down, it seemed he had to be around six feet and she didn't think she could land this one pretty if he took her literally.

"Uh – no. You can't walk for your life let alone run." It was then at the true essence of his words did she feel jolts of pain racking her body, she must've been too surprised and shocked and scared to feel much of her own pain while she was trying to get away.

She stifled a groan by biting her lip; she probably bit too hard, hence why her lip began to bleed.

"Man, you take even the smallest spill you'll fall apart. Good thing I got here in time even if it meant getting up six hours earlier than usual. Still, why couldn't Zexion come up and get you…? Too much of an emo I suppose…always gets to relax…damn him…" the redhead then stopped and looked to his right.

"We seriously need to consider a strategy. I know!" The girl knew he was being sarcastic, his tone dripped of sarcasm as a black portal emitted from the air beside the red head, the desks and chairs surrounding them didn't seem to be affected.

"There's no way in hell I'm going in that – hey! You deaf? Lemme go!" The boy didn't seem keen to listening to her protests as he entered the dark passageway.

Everything went pitch-black…

It has been foreseen by the Secret's eye;

By which the sky melts and seeks out the Spy.

Do not by thou release what may the Ally imply;

Sleep with fear and be scared my little magpie.

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The worlds are a glistening and nightmares abound;

On that day you greet on stone-ground.

See there a craven hellhound;

In which a concealed alarm is found.

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No witch, wizard or any other magical creature can conjure;

Be that of a true heart of purity, guidance and strength's battler.

Find your family and may you conspire;

Free us all, your goals couldn't get higher.

I wasn't entirely sure when I woke up, since everything was so god-forsaken white; too bright. My eyes, I think they opened and I immediately shut them. Can someone turn off the sun? I wish it was the sun, it would've proved everything that happened was all a nightmare, a silly dream that had rendered me petrified.

Ow…my arm hurts…everything hurts. Pain shot at my bones as I tried to move my arm to pinch myself, but the pain was enough. I was alive, and what happened before wasn't a figment of my imagination.

I was wherever that freak took me, and something told me I was alone…for the moment.

Slowly I managed to see the room better than before without it burning my eyeballs. It was white; bleach-white. Clean too. Everything about me was the opposite, except my hair. I felt that I was on a mattress, it was pretty soft I suppose; bouncy yes. And of course, it too was white. Then I noticed I was no different.

My arms were in slings, they were probably both broken, I figured that's why they hurt so much, I was crawling before on wounded arms before, I couldn't feel them…that was very bad. But now I did, and they were biting at me for moving so much on them.

I felt bandages around the most of me; my clothes were changed too…

Damn, perverted bastard. He'll get what's coming to him…but now, I fully realize, I would be at anyone's mercy right now, I'm lying here, with no weapons and broken head to toe.

I couldn't move for the life of me. The redheaded freak must be happy; he certainly sounded like he was before, because I didn't die. Of course I couldn't die now, my stupid, dumb mentor was dead…yeah, dead…

Master Angell Eleven was dead.

"Maitre Eleven tu es mort…" Her mind fuzzed over, the life she knew before was long gone, she couldn't return to it and her options were limited…and what about her king and queen? What has become of them and their son and daughter, Prince Phirel and Celeste?

"If the Organization will clean out the royal family here, excluding me, and ANYONE that gets in their way."

Quen La Mov! He made a deal with this Order! Lord Aquarel, Lady Ren, Prince Phirel and Celeste. Were they dead? Like their top advisor, Angell Eleven? Were they still alive and possibly imprisoned? Were they starving? Dying? Being poisoned? If the top advisor died, his/her successor was suppose to take over for them.

But Eleven's successor was millions of miles away in Castle Oblivion

They're dead…ils…sont mort…peinė… I couldn't help when my eyes became startling wet and my cheeks became cold with tears, their trails staining my face. I closed my eyes, I must be Heaven…I died and gone to Heaven. Just that no one came to welcome me…I'm alone…even in Heaven.

Master Eleven…I'm cold. I'm hungry. And alone.