The first in a small set of oneshots.

Genre: Horror

Rating: T plus for violence and graphic passage

Summary: Feeling sick, Sora finds himself lost amongst a maze of corridors.

Fear

The corridor was covered in some sort of haze. It could have just been his eyes- he had been feeling rather unwell lately. Had this not been such a rarity, he wouldn't be afraid. But for Sora, weakness was an omen.

He continued stumbling, tripping over his own feet quite often, feeling for the wooden panels, trying to make sure they were real, and it wasn't just one of his crazy dreams. Sora fumbled and gripped a stairwell banister, trying to support his own weight, and failing.

Cold, feverish sweat was starting to bead up. He was lost, it was dark, and Sora was scared. The halls held a feeling of death. They were too deserted- there was no sign of life. Sora was ready to cry. Why was he here? What was going on? He could almost predict that soon some black-cloaked figure would appear and warn him ominously with a riddle. But there was nothing but the dark, the mist, and the weakness that gave his body extra weight.

He gave up on being silent- obviously the place was deserted. He wasn't sure how he had gotten there- he wasn't sure if he had fallen asleep.

There was a stir in the air and the hair on the back of his neck stood up. Sora quickly turned around, fear making his eyes widen. He scanned the area, trying to see everything in one quick glance, a trick he'd tried to learn from Riku. He saw nothing, and this should have relieved him- but it just made him all the more fearful.

The mist that parted behind him patched up quickly. Trying not to break his resolve, Sora swallowed hard. "Is anyone there?" He called in a quivery voice.

Nothing, but of course, when usually when he asked this, no one answered.

Something lurked in the darkness. Something inhuman. His heart raced, and he found himself backing against a wall. His breath came in short puffs like he'd just run a marathon. His hands pressed against the rotting paneling- and to his shock, it was damp. Sora held his hands in front of his eyes, automatically checking for blood.

No, a voice cried, sounding as if he was actually hearing it. The terror in the voice caused him to reflexively run away, and this was odd. Usually he had the urge to fight danger and terror, not flee from it.

As he fled the corridors, he tripped over an end table and went sprawling. Face pressed against the rotting, smelly wood, Sora noticed the pale green smear across his palm, with the same thickness as blood. Same scent. He let out a small yelp and curled against the wall.

"Just a dream," he whimpered, "just a dream. When I wake up, everything will be fine." He closed his eyes tightly, thinking of the islands, of Kairi, of Roxas, trying to convince himself that this wasn't real. Relaxing slightly, his sapphire slowly opened, and he felt another intense jolt of terror.

The dampness of the wood seeped through his shirt and pressed against his skin. Sora jumped back, scooping himself off the floor, heart fluttering so fast he thought he was going to have a heart attack. He broke into a run again, wondering why he was so fearful, seeking an exit back into the normal world.

But this time, everything seemed to be in slow motion. Sight dimming, he slowed his pace and tripped again, landing on all fours.

There really was no way out, was there?

Something sharp drew slowly across his spine. His eyes widened and he nearly wet himself.

"We've been expecting you," it said in a cold voice that sounded like a razor against a chalkboard. After a violent set of chills, Sora found his voice weakly.

"W-who are you?"

It smiled cruelly. "We won't hurt you, but we will if we have to."

There was no word to describe Sora's terror. "What do you want?" He gagged on his words. "I'll tell you what you need to know."

An ice-white hand with long black fingernails closed around his ribcage, against his heart. Stomach churning, Sora tried to lower his heart rate. It could sense his every feeling.

"Don't be scared," it crooned in a mocking way. The hand rose from his ribcage and to his neck, fingers drawing against his face. The skin on the being reeked of death.

He was going to be sick. Sora's hands clamped over his mouth and he swallowed hard. However, this caused him to fall face first the rest of the way to the floor. The being let out a hiss of outrage and one sharp hand gripped his shoulder, yanking him up in one swift move.

"Let go of me," Sora choked.

"How old are you?"

He didn't want to talk again and risk vomiting, which would surely push this creature off the edge. But he was sure he didn't have a choice.

"Almost sixteen," he managed. The stench was becoming unbearable.

It let out a small noise of pleasure. "Perfect."

"What do you want?" He asked again, stomach clenching.

This time, it chose to answer him. "Your soul…"

Sora let out a cry and broke free of the creature's grip. It let out a wild noise as he ran for his life, at faster than breakneck speed. He realized if he were caught, he would die, surely. Tears began to flow freely and interrupted his vision. Through the darkness, he thought he saw some sort of doorway- instead, he came face to face with another wall. The blow shot pain through his face. He hardly noticed it though his heart's fierce pounding, but his nose was definitely broken, from the speed he'd been going.

With the sound of tinkling needles, it raced up to him. It dropped to his level, which was sitting and whimpering in pain, and one pale, pale arm snared very tightly around his waist, to the point of triggering breathlessness.

"Your scent… it's delicious…" It murmured, drawing the sharp edge of its fingernails across Sora's elbow. He let out a scream of agony, and as the blood flowed, he felt the tears running again. "The blood smells almost as good as the soul… Pity, such a good, innocent child…" The words were almost as cruel and cutting as the nails.

"Oh, you're sick," it cooed sarcastically, seeing the light shade of green Sora had turned.

His response was a whimper. He had faced both the leaders of the Heartless and of Organization XII, fought for his life countless times, yet, how come he knew he had no chances against this… thing… even though he hadn't even tried? He struggled against its death grip, but it pulled tighter still. "Stop!" He cried. "Please stop!" Everything was in and out of focus.

He finally opened his eyes to see what must have been the creature's head clamped onto his elbow. Teeth sharper than knives and burning of acid sank through the skin. He didn't want to add to the creature's pleasure and scream again, clenching his jaw so hard that he swore he felt an old filling crack, but he couldn't help it.

Sora found himself screaming at the top of his lungs. What had he done to deserve so much torment? He'd saved endless lives and was going to die like this? …Without even being able to say goodbye?

He would have laughed if he hadn't been in such pain.

"Sora!" The familiar voice was barely audible though his shouts and pleas… but he was able to hear it… comprehend it, and know it was true…

The creature unlatched itself, hissing with that razor sound. Sora was everlastingly grateful. He was just glad he had a small chance at survival.

But then he realized that now it was going to try and kill Riku.

He would have tried to stop it, if he had the strength. He heard a blow, the smash of glass, and the scattering needles again, only this time they were drawing farther away. Footsteps raced towards him.

He felt his consciousness start to slip away, and was sure if it did he wasn't going to make it.

Poor Riku. Of all the things on his plate, he didn't need to add 'Witnessed death of best friend.'

"Sora… Sora, can you hear me? Open your eyes. Squeeze my hand. Show me you're alive!"

And Sora tried to do those things… but he was so weak. He took a small breath.

"Sora…"

I'm sorry, Riku. I failed.

Those were the things that he would have said if he could.

Don't worry, A soft voice whispered at the edge of his mind. It's not over yet. The same one that warned him earlier. He felt a flood of warmth and dully opened his eyes.

"R-riku?" His name was broken, but it was a word.

"Sora! You'll be okay!" He wasn't sure if it was an assurance or relief at Riku realizing he wasn't dead.

"I need your help…" Sora whispered. "But please… just let me sleep…"

And finally… unconsciousness came.

Sorry the end was so crappy… no, Sora doesn't die at the end. I know that since I did horror, I should have just killed him, but I just couldn't do it. And the ending I was so confused with. It was going to be a cheesy thing were he saw Roxas and blah blah…

No, the creature thing is not a vampire. I'm not quite sure what it is at all, but I'm sure it eats souls… and when hungry enough, drinks blood…

By the way, can anyone guess what book series the line "We won't hurt you, but we will if we have to" comes from? I'll give you a hint. It's sci-fi.

This is probably the best fic I've ever written…and by best I mean 'not total crap.'

I'll give you a cookie if you review! They're chocolate chip!

P.S I was not trying to hint at yaoi at the end… I'm just not a fan of SoraxRiku.