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There are more than simply Heartless and Nobodies that go bump in the dark. Things with nails and teeth and a thirst for killing, like a preprogrammed machine for murder. And one currently had their cold, human hands wrapped around his throat, and his feet were clear off the ground.
Zexion was born human, he died human, and reborn something new, but his instincts carried over. Abilities be damned, he just needed to breathe.
An Agent. The creatures of white with eyes that glow green in the dark....She smiled toothily and tightened her grip, long nails digging--
"Filthy heartless scum," she rasped. "Half-breed. Defier of death. Freak. Twilight is a myth!"
Zexion had his mouth open wide, and unable to inhale; flailing, dying again, proving just how weak he really was, unable to break a woman's hold, unable to think, unable to live.
"Cut the backbone, and the muscles cannot function to their fullest. Break to link, break your bones. Break your body, break you freaks of the undead."
The Spawn of Jenova finally began their assault. He cannot die. The Thirteen must stay thirteen! The Door will consume the existence of--
LEXAEUS!
The impact of stone colliding into the woman was felt in his body, as she was slammed away, and he was left to fall, gagging, gasping, still afraid. Stupid emotion, fear was.
He was being picked up, and the Smell of damp, rich soil would have knocked him back had he not cared. "Fuck," he whispered, as Lexaeus coiled the shadows around them, transporting them atop one of Harbinger's skyscrapers, to safety.
"You'll be fine."
Zexion coughed. "Put me down."
A little wobbly in the knees, he noticed, but nothing he couldn't handle, yet Lexaeus' hand was on his shoulder all the same. He didn't bother shrugging it off; it wasn't worth the effort.
"They declared vengeance."
"For what."
Lexaeus pointed to the skyline. "They want Twilight erradicated. They claim it took Him."
Zexion managed a sneer. "I don't care how old they are. That Leader bastard is such a child."
Lexaeus didn't say anything. But the hand did tighten comfortably. And Zexion, he was grateful. As much as he was spiteful.