No Words From a Cold Heart 2 (An Organization XIII Story)

A swirl of black appeared on the inside of the city. Xigbar emerged from the dark and looked around. The field in front of him, though green, seemed tainted by the overcast skies above him. The town was silent, typical after a heartless attack. He walked through the field, looking around for any sign of the new nobody. He passed the pond, which reflected the resigned grey sky. On the other end of the field, he finally found her. She was sprawled on the ground, unconcious, wearing the black Organization robes and boots. A bow, almost as tall as her, and a quiver full of arrows lay beside her. Suddenly she growled, holding her head, and got up. Oblivious to Xigbar's presence, she bent down and grabbed her quiver. Putting the quiver strap over her head so that it crossed her chest, she was about to grab her bow when Xigbar snatched it instead and put it over her head so that it crossed the quiver strap in an X. Her mouth curled in a snarl, but did not speak, even when Xigbar held her hands behind her back. It did manage to annoy her though, as she began struggling from his grip. After 15 minute of fighting, blackness enshrouded them, the girl still growling, and they disappeared.
They arrived in the main hall of Catsle Oblivion and the girl fell silent, both awed and wary. Her dark blue eyes darted from corner to corner, immediatly noticing 12 other people who were sitting in tall chairs around the room. They, in turn, watched her carefully, noticing her tan hair, pointed ears and red tattoo lines that went from her eyes to her chin. At a noise from the front of the room, her head jerked in the direction of the sound. Sitting in the tallest chair was a man with a little longere than shoulder length grey hair. Wearing the same black robes and silver necklace as her, he nodded and the man behind her jumped up to the second highest seat. Glaring after him, she removed her bow from around her neck, keeping it in her left hand.
"Who are you?" The man asked. She glared at him for a while, but finally answered.
"Anaxn." She hissed coldly.
"I am Xemnas, leader of Oroganization XIII." A look of confusion crossed her face for a moment, but then retreated behind the ice. He introduced her to the other members, told her of thier goals and how she was part of it, in being a nobody. He told her of thier elements and of their heirarchy. She listened, never speaking, and when Xemnas had finished, she bowed.
"Dismissed." Xemnas said and Anaxn started to leave but stopped short before the door. Turning her head, she noticed Demyx staring at her strangly. Turning around slowly, she said in a dangerous voice,
"What are you staring at, Demyx?" He didn't have time to answer before she swung her hand up, taking the wind out of his lungs and lifting him off the ground. The other members gathered around, trying to stop her, but she kept them at bay with more gusts of wind.
"Anaxn! What are you doing!?" Xemnas scowled, storming over, which made Anaxn smile.
"He won't be able to breath....until I do this." She slammed here hand into the air and the wind shot Demyx into the wall. Swiftly pulling two arrows from her quiver, she nocked them on the string of her bow. Pulling them back to her face, she released them, pinning Demyx to the wall before he could slide down.
"Don't stare. It's rude." And Anaxn walked away.
As my friend would say, "Somebody be pissed at Demyx..."