She could feel the cold rain against her skin; she stood there… drained of all energy. She could see the swirling flames form the nearby houses, she could smell the blood that was now soaked into the soil. Everything was blurry from the tears running down her face. She vaguely noted the clangs from solders approaching.
“There it is men the traitor!”
Zethas looked up glaring at the gold armored solders approaching. Each of them was masked except for the leader, all had an O symbol on their chests. Zethas also noted with anger that her sister was among them. The leader had short black hair with a white stripe to it.
“So traitor…” he was a few feet away from her, sword drawn. “You have not only betrayed The Order by being involved with a man in the vile act of love…” he spat the word out like slime, coming closer after seeing that Zethas was too weak to attack. “ But you have given yourself to Chaos.”
Zethas watched him for a moment… waiting to hear her sentence… instead the commander whipped around and punched her hard in the stomach. Zethas was already drained so she could only fall to the ground gasping.
“You very well know what the punishment for love is snake.” He then kicked her harshly, and quickly stabbed her in the shoulder with his blade pinning Zethas to the spot while she cried out in pain. She then heard Zelfas in the background yelling for them to forgive her sister. Zethas knew what the penalty for love was…
Death, slow painful death…
She looked up at the commander, he then proceeded to stomp on her chest, and with another small cry of pain Zethas swore she could feel several ribs crack. The man laughed loudly at her pain. “So traitor… tell me this one thing, tell me that love is not worth your pain… tell me you can live without it.”
“…No.”
Everything seemed to stop on the blunt answer… the commander looked straight into Zethas’ eyes. He said nothing and did nothing just waited for his X-member to clarify.
“ I would live through a thousand times this pain… just to feel what I felt when I had love… things are much different when there is someone that cares. There isn’t anything that I would not bear just to feel the warmth of love again… and there is nothing you can do to change my mind.”
“…Then you are a fool traitor… and you will die here. Zelfas! Take care of this.”
Zethas looked at her sister, she could see how Zelfas just stood… complete disbelief in her eyes. Zelfas had always put her sister first… Zelfas, though she never wanted to betray the Order... loved her sister with her entire being. Yet, this was something that Zethas knew she had to do. Zelfas with tears in her eyes walked up to her sister, and held up a small black crystal… a crystal that would summon heartless for the holder. Zelfas looked into Zethas’ eyes, tears spilling from her own.
“I promise that I will find a way for you to come back… forgive me sister…”
“Its alright Zelfas… I will always forgive you.”
“Goodnight sister dearest.”
There was a flash of purple, and the heartless appeared. Zelfas couldn’t bear to watch the act. She knew that these heartless were trained to make their victims death as slow as possible.
Zethas looked at the smirking commander once more… then she watched as the heartless swarmed around her… unable to move and feeling unbearable pain Zethas wished to deny the commander his enjoyment.
So she laughed… laughed until she felt her heart rip from her chest.


Zaxth awoke with a start, painting heavily… this was the fifth time she had that nightmare… she always felt that pain again and again. Xomt, her closest friend in the organization had tried to get her to talk about it… but she wouldn’t tell him…

She didn’t want the memory of the pain Love had brought her.