Alexander sensed the summon behind him, and though his reaction time was great the summon's attack still grazed his leg and left a deep cut. Alexander's two chain's retaliated from his back, seizing the summon with one's claw and attempting to run it through with the other. While it was held in place by the chain a reflect would appear with the pentagram within it.
"BREAK!" The blast of energy would be immense, and the summon would not enjoy the power sent barreling into its face. Alexander's leg had already started to heal, the poison blood seeping from it and dripping onto the floor as he laughed menacingly. Jack Frost's spell attempt would ultimately fail because of this combination of attacks.
The wound on Alexander's leg grew more shallow with each passing moment, the skin reconstructing itself in a grotesque manner. He just grinned, knowing he didn't need legs to fight. Using his one uninjured leg to buy his other the seconds it would need to repair itself, he leapt into the air and was hot forward, inhaling deeply as he rushed Cool. The air would burst from his lungs with massive force. "DIE!"
Alexander would deliver a slash from Clarent to follow up with this while now, with Drakar no longer a concern all five Keyblade's converged on Cool. Constructs of light appeared around him, and the Keyblade Constructs began their assault, massive amounts of them pouring towards the boy.
The scene of the room changed from Tartarus to a burning city. The situation also changed--more than half of the light Keyblades dispersed before even reaching Cool, and three of the floating Keyblades hit the ground with a clang. He himself temporarily felt slwoed, though not by a temporary amount. Damn you Alexander, thought the BlueMan.
On the ground below, an illusion younger Alexander ( a few years by his face) sat against a building. Rows upon rows of buildings crawled down a city set ablaze-- something like this might ring familiar to Cool Star, whose own world had been taken in fire.
Whether Alexander's attacks hit or not, he would leap back from Cool and set distance, staring angrily at the scene before him. The illusion held a young girl in its arms, and the girl was shaking. She had fox ears, a fluffy tail, and big, bulbous eyes. Not even the cold, hateful BlueMan could fight in the presence of this creature. He uttered the name spitefully. "Yudi."
"I'm scared," she whined, shivering as small tears welled up from her dimming eyes.
"Shhh..."Alexander brought her into his chest, hugging her tightly and smiling warmly, knowingly. “Its going to be fine.” He brought up his hands to her head, scratching her behind the ears how she liked him to. Yet, it did not soothe her. Small, black spikes started to tear from underneath the child’s skin, white on the very base that emerged from her skin. A painful and somber monochrome set the theme against the fires as she cried silently, only sobbing on an audible level once in a while.
Alexander must have held her for an eternity, with BlueMan's gaze fixed upon the scene. “Its okay,” he said blankly in unison with his illusion as if he too were living out the memory. Cool could notice BlueMan's hands start to tremble in rage, and anticipation. His cocky expression long gone, he gritted his teeth in rage, watching Alexander move his hands down over the side of her head. “Its going to be alright.” The illusion gripped Yudi's skull as BlueMan shouted "STOP," and then twisted unable to hear the plea of his future for its own present.
Her neck broke with a sickening snap, and Alexander let her body fall out of his lap and onto the ground. He stood up slowly with no fanfare announcing her death and with a dark purpose he turned down the street before him, seeing all the others starting to change as they were racked with pain that rendered them weak and defenseless. The children, the mothers, the fathers, the infants... the illusion summoned his Keyblade, Angel's Wing
“Everything is going to be alright."
Something profound had just happened inside of BlueMan's heart. Alexander's newborn heart had touched it in a meaningful way, and started a change. He cast his look towards Cool Star, as the scene faded back to Jericho and Alexander's fight in Tartarus. "I know what I am now," BlueMan spoke somberly. "I am the shadow. I am what hides from myself."
He turned, taking Clarent back up into his hand. "That is what I am, and what I always will be. Etzolix was correct. I am not Alexander." He grinned, but it was not a malicious grin. Something else surfaced that BlueMan did not believe himself capable of feeling: Peace. This sight, seeing Yudi led BlueMan is understand what he was.
"I am the result of outcome Alexander didn't choose. I am all of the selfishness, pain, and anger he suppressed. I am the Thanatos. I am decay. I am what remained... I am the truth behind Alexander's lie." He brandished his sword in a fearsome way. "I am everything evil of my former self, and nothing good." He lowered the sword in hesitation. "That's what I should think, though."
He reraised it in wrath, shouting, "So why? Why did I care about her death? If I am every choice Alexander didn't make, every possibility that didn't occur, then why do I care? I have already killed entire villages. WHY DO CITIES AND A GIRL MATTER TO ME!?"
___________________The future is not fair to the past because by definition it has already surpassed it."There was a sickness."