Patreous

I'm completely bored and playing kingdom hearts. So I'm gonna start a new random story that probably wont make sense. ^.^ (trust me. I'm a ninja)

His feet hung over the ledge. His black hair ruffled in the wind. He hummed Merrily while eating a ripe red apple. He stared down at the water below. Then set the apple down, and jumped. There was a Brigit white light as he turned into a flare. He followed the music coming from the sky...
When he opened his eyes again, he was standing in a white, circular throne room. He noticed the chair marked V in roman numerals. He walked towards it, wondering why it looked so familiar. He froze abruptly when he felt a cool wind on the back of his neck.He looked up, seeing a pale blue sky.
"Patreous," a high breezy voice whispered in his ear.
His spun abruptly. No one. He stared at the empty space. I... don't know. Who am I? he wondered silently. He pulled out a leather coral necklace from his pocket. "where am i?" he wondered aloud. "Why can't i remember?" His blue/gold eyes stared at his hand. He closed his eyes again, thinking hard.
"Look..."
"...You came back..."
"...I thought you wanted to stay human..."
"...to stay with HER..."
"The girl who changed you..."
"...Made you blind..."
"Made you weak."
His eyes opened he caught sight of a teenager standing near by. He had dark reddish-brown hair and pale green eyes. "Do I know you?"
"You use to."
"...Not anymore..."
"...You have been lost..."
"Blinded." his mouth had only moved for the first words. The rest seemed to bonce back, Like a echo that could speak on its own, choosing its words.
He stared. "Whats your name?"
"Marcus."
That name... why is it familiar? His eyes widened as a memory came back. Marcus was standing across from him, Knives in between knuckles. His lips moved, but he couldn't make out what he was saying. He noticed a girl on the ground by his feet. She had black hair and was obviously unconscious. He gritted his teeth and yelled something. All he could hear was a slight hum from the echo it must have produced.

"Do you remember yet?" Marcus asked as he doubled over. "You were number five on the e council." he nodded towards the chair. "Number five of the twelve brothers as well."
"Leave me alone," he moaned, feeling sick.
"How can I? You're one of US. Not THEM!"
"Theres nothing wrong with humans."
A dark laugh rang around. "Is that so?" The voice didn't belong to Marcus. This voice was dark, evil. Another teen with dark brown curl hair and gold eyes appeared. Forming from the wind.
"Sayter," He heard himself growl.
"Ah... You do remember us." Sayter walked around him. "But not your own name."
"Not the name you call me."
"But we call you by your true name. the one you had before you died on Ashitah."
He blinked. "Wha- no. You're not distracting me! go away!" A Scythe appeared in his hands. "You'll never distract me again."

Another memory came to him. Clear steps winding up to a platform a hundred feet up. At the top Sayter stood with black gloves with spikes on them. His arms were crossed over his chest and the same girl with black hair was kneeling by his feet. Blood dripping out of her pours. She was awake... and in pain.
He felt his legs move forward as he ran towards the stairs, which had rearranged themselves twice. The chains on his cloths make an odd jiggle sound. He jumped from stair to stair quickly and silently. On the thirteenth stair, it shattered under him. He descended towards the earth. He turned himself to the wind and bone wings extended from his back. He moved once again and shot up. The bones clicked together, holding his weight. He landed on the platform and stood straight. His lips moved again, but no words. A laugh to reply, Sayter looked back at him, smiling evilly. He touched the girl and the scenery changed. They were standing on ice. Snow fell around them. He shivered.
Sayter's lips moved, slow enough to read. 'You're a fool.'
"This is foolish brother." His own voice rang out, the sound coming. "You need to stop this insanity."
"'Insanity'?!" He laughed. "Only you would see this as insanity. The rest of us find it as... meirly taking care of things."
"You're only starting amongst yourselves."
"Explain how i could possibly be creating a war."
He sighed. His scythe appearing in his hands. "I'm sorry brother." He lunged forward and the blade piercing his chest.
Sayter doubled over, eyes wide...

He dropped the scythe and stepped back, clutching his head and groaning.
Sayter sneered. "I still have a scar from that."
Patreous squeezed his eyes tight. "I don't know you. I don't know you..." He repeated over and over.
"You can't pull that off.You know you do. You remember us. Who else do you remember?"
"...don't know you.."
"Leave him, Sayter. He obviously wants to be left alone," Marcus said.
Sayter leaned down to his ear. "Your name is Patreous. Always has. Always will." The two vanished.