•     I was in a dark forest clearing. I barely had enough light from the moon to see the first line of trees. It was peaceful, with a crystal clear night sky, only a few thin clouds keeping it from perfection. I was sitting in the plush grass trying to find Sirius, muttering under my breath, frustrated.
      "Ugh! Brightest frikin star in the sky and I Can't Find It!"
    ... Then again I was never good at finding things anyway ( sweatdrop ).
       I sighed and laid back, giving up on my search. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the way the breeze lightly blew through my bangs. 
       I could stay here forever.......
       My eyes shot open at the sound of a wolf howling.
       I sat up and looked around, the clearing darker than before because of some clouds passing infront of the sliver of moon and the wind had stopped. I saw a figure and, before I could stop myself and for a reason I couldn't really understand, I was getting to my feet and dashing across the clearing, occasionally slipping on the damp grass.
       As I got closer, I could make out some details. The figure was a girl, maybe around my age and.... I just couldn't shake off the fimiliarity. 
        When I neared it (her I guess I should say), the wind seemed to spring to life as a gust whirled through the clearing and the clouds cleared and made a spotlight on the girl, she was slim with brown hair like chocolate.
       It... Couldn't be.... But it has to...
       My sprint slowed as I finally reached her and I reached out, grasping her shoulder and turning her around. My eyes widened. 
       It was...
      "Autumn..." I felt tears p***k at my eyes as I chocked out my sister's name.
       Her eyes were the same deep navy mine used to be and startled. Boy, the way I look must be quite the shock. The raven locks and blood red bangs, my changing eyes, which were last gold but in the reflection in her eyes I saw deep emerald orbs filled with shocked tears. My mouth was open slightly so she must have seen my over-grown canine teeth... And last, and certainly the most shocking, my pitch black wolf ears that sat at the top of my head, which were pricked up in suprise.
       Man, she must think I'm a freak.... 
       The thought struck a painful cord in my heart but I shook it away.
        But that doesn't mean she'd treat me like I was... 
        And, of course, another thought struck me, causing another sharp twinge in my chest.
       She probably doesn't even recognize me either...!
       "A.... Alex?" It was that shocked whisper that brought me out of my depressing thoughts and even caused a tiny relieved smile.
      "W.. What the hell happened to you?"   
       Crap! I was hoping (in vain apparently) that question would come ooooh... I dunno... Never!
      She must have noticed my reluctance as she just shook her head as if to say 'nevermind' and grinned.
      "Whatever it's great to-" She just stopped suddenly, like she had abandoned the sentence.
      I frowned slightly and looked more closely. Her eyes had turned green, just like mine but they were reflecting the moonlight like they would on an animal, giving the emerald a silvery undertone and her cheerful grin had been wiped off her face, not a trace of it left. In fact, she was glaring at me.
    Her next words sent a bolt of pain straight through me.
      "You're my enemy." They were hateful and simple, like that was all there was to it.
       With that she stepped away and disappeared.
       My eyes teared up even more.
       Like she was never there....
       I was pulled (or should I say shoved) out of the nightmare with a sharp pain in my side right before a painful collision with the cold floor.
       I sat up with a quiet groan, my body screaming it's protest as I was already aching all over before my lovely meeting with the tile. I glared at whoever had woken me, gently holding my side. Platinum blonde hair, light greens eyes that were twinkling with cruel amusement above a entertained sneer, and a small, pixie-ish build. 
       Larxene. Ode frikin' joy.
      "What the hell do you want, Larry?"
       I knew that was probably a bad idea as I watched her lips pull back in a snarl and the pissed nymph picked me up by the front of my cloak from yesterday, my feet now dangling inches off the ground. Her glare was raw, full of anger and outrage and, artificial/non-existent or not, it was scary. But my dream and harsh awakening had put me in too bad a mood to care. 
       She growled in my face. " You little-"
       She was cut off as, just like before with the explosion, I somehow got my feet on her chest and pushed off, breaking her grasp and sending her stumbling into the dresser in my room before I knew what I was doing. I was sent back in the air, catching myself in a mid-air summer sault and landing in a crouch on my bed. I stood and stepped off my bed, brushing off the fact I was even more shocked than Larxene, letting nothing but ice in my features as I advanced towards her.
       I got in her face, just like she had done before, though all I did was speak in a calm and deadly cold whisper.
       "Dont mess with me, Larxene." It was simple and icy. I wasn't going to make threats, that's for weak people and bullies.
       I stepped back, the ice melting as my expression went blank.
       I just wanted to be left alone. I was like an animal licking its wounds; snapping and growling (more) harshly at anything and everything.
       She just stood there staring. I went to my closet and pulled out a short-sleeved black cloak, white tank, black cargo jeans and black, zip up combat boots and walked into my bathroom. I came out a few moments later to find Larxene just recovering. I leaned in the doorframe and stared at her with annoyed indifference, arms crossed.
       She glared at me shakily with a sour frown, the previous blaze in her eyes a now flickering flame. She crossed her arms as well.
       "Superior wants to see you." She said and walked out.
        Oooooh joy.
        I walked out after her, almost slamming my door behind me, and moodily trudged to the meeting room.
       I looked up at Mansex with concealed distaste (I kinda had a bad feeling about this meeting so i didnt really wanna make it worse). There really wasn't anyone here. It was me, Mansex and Xaldin. (I can't tell you how creeped out I was.... I kinda felt like they were gonna gang rape me or somethin!!)
       As expected, Mansex put on a pleasent smile. Like he was actually frikin happy to see me!! Ugh, frikin jackass.
     Mansex narrowed his eyes at me. "Excuse me?"
     Oh... Did I say that out loud?
     "Nothiiiing. Now exactly what was sooo frikin important you had to wake me up at," I pulled out my BlackBerry (Which I for some reason still have) and looked at the time. I then glared at my so-called 'superior', "4 'o clock in the frikin morning?!"
     So much for concealing my distaste...
     He snapped his fingers.
     Well, fluck...
      The hissing sound of air being sharply sucked between my cleched teeth and my body stiffening to mimic a rigid board were my only signs of pain.
      Mansex's expression was calm, stern, and detatched but anger and distaste seemeed to rage underneath the narrow eyed facade.
      "You will respect your superiors, number 0."
      I glared defiantly, wanting nothing to snap my fingers and send him flying.
     Show me a superior and I will!... a*****e...
      "What was that?"
       Dammit, I did it again... I need to work on that...
       The big white door flew open, a veeery pissed red-head storming through.
       "Why the hell did you call me at frikin' four in the damn mor- Oh... Hi Alex."
        I shot him a glare, not really able to do anything else. "Hey Axel..."
       "Did I come at a bad time?"
        Xemnas glared down at him nonchalantly. "Take your seat number 8."
        Axel then proceeded to do so, most likely afraid for his life.
        In that fraction of a moment, Manly Sex's concentration on me lessened and I gained some control and mobility.
        Dumbass...
        I felt a power surge through me and weight in my hand. My grip on whatever it was tightened and I dashed towards Mansex's 'throne'. I somehow defyed gravity and did a kickass wall run all the way up the chair, pressing whatever it was (which, with a glance, I noticed to be... A Keyblade?!...... SWEET!!!) up against his throat and glaring fiercely, what I could only describe as a growl rumbling in my chest.
       He merely stared at me, a confident smirk on his face.
       "You really Should learn to control your temper, Alexis." He told me in this calm, almost caring tone that only made me angrier, the use of my full name making the affect of that single sentence all the more powerful. 
       I pressed harder against his throat, a bestial snarl ripping itself from my throat and my glare darkening.
       His smirk simply widened, something like a mocking challenge flashing in his eyes.
       I chanced a glance down and my eyes widened and I absently wondered my I hadn't noticed. One of Xemnas's 'lightsabers' was an inch deep into my stomach.
       Well s**t...
       "Hmm..."I looked at it, the fact that I was probably severely injured slowly sinking in. I grimaced and removed my blade from his throat. Then, with strength that I KNOW I shouldn't have possessed, I knocked the hilt of my black keyblade into his temple. Or, at least, I tried to. The little buttmunch caught it, but, much to my satisfaction, I heard the snap and crunch of bone, so I at least did some decent damage. I knew it was pointless but I couldn't help the urge to strike back and do some damage, no matter how illogical or futile it was. But, hey. I'm just childish like that.
       I raised an eyebrow at him. "Ya know... Stabbing people isn't very nice..."
       He was glaring at me now, knowing full well I'm just antagonizing him. He dismissed the energy saber."Sit. Down, Alexis."
       I smirked cheekily and shrug in mock-remorse. "I would but.. I don't have a chair."
       He continued to glare.
       I rolled my eyes and saluted him sarcastically. "Aye, aye, 'Superior.'" And with that I jumped down from his throne, landed (rather gracefully, considering I was now very dizzy from bleeding), and walked to the middle of the floor. I looked up at him, most of my cheeky sarcasm having faded, but traces remained. "So, what the hell do you want again?"
       Xemnas huffed agitatedly before his cool and cynical mask made its return. Instead of answering me, he turned to Axel. "Number 8, you will be training Number 0 this morning for the next hour." He narrowed his eyes. "Do not go easy on her."
       Axel was silent as he looked back at the Organization leader for a long moment, looking a bit reluctant, and glanced at me briefly before nodding. "Yes, sir."
       Ooooh boy... This'll be fun...