Inside the Head of a Blacked-Out Maxy

Everything was dark and swirling, like black water. It was cool too, a refreshing cool.

Maxsodin felt suspended in mid-air. Like she was in the water, or free-falling or something. Her head was absolutely free of worry or thought. In fact, she couldn't recall how she got here in the first place.

Then, out of the darkness, a voice began to whisper. Soft and soothing. Maxsodin floated around to hear the sound better. It was just like the whispering of her keyblade.

But then it began to grow in volume. Even though she tried, Maxsodin couldn't make out the words, no matter how loud. It was like a different language.

The volume grew and grew until the voice throbbed in Maxsodin's head. She drew her nails down her skull, trying feverishly to rid the voice from her head.

And still the volume grew.

Maxsodin no longer felt like she was floating. More like falling closer and closer to hell. Her body became hot and uncomfortable. The darkness around her too. He head throbbed. Her body ached with heat.

And just when she felt she could take it no longer, she plunged into a vat of water.




Snapping her eyes open, Maxsodin instinctively curled into ball. Breathing heavily, gulping in the breathable air around her, Maxsodin barely noted Nexan and Seycax and Xahssa standing around her.
"One last time, Xahssa." Nexan's voice sounded far away.
SPLASH!
Maxsodin gasped as the freezing water slammed into her face. Regaining a grasp on contiousness, she sat bolt upright.
"What happened!?" Maxsodin demaned, her voice shaking from the ordeal.
"Nothing." Nexan snapped, and walked out of the room.
Seycax glanced at Maxsodin with something like pity in her eyes, then followed Nexan out of the room.
"Xahssa?" Maxsodin pleaded quitely.
Xahssa turned away. "Come on. Let's get you back to your room."