'A single death is a tragedy…'

Larxene laughed as the heartless ran amok in the populated city. Women screaming, men shouting, children crying. It was like music to her ears. Their terrified voices mingled to create a storm of chaos.

'A million is simply a statistic…'

The world's heart was gone to the darkness. Cracks formed in the ground, consuming those unfortunate enough to escape the Heartless. Whole buildings, homes, and lifestyles sunk into the dying earth. The darkness was spreading. Her job was done.

- - -

After reporting in to the Superior, she took her leave. For some odd reason or another, she could not stand Xemnas. He was the contradiction to everything she believed. She had always understood that in order to rule properly, one must use fear. But Xemnas… He used something far worse. Hope.

He gave them hope. So they obeyed. And followed. And hoped. For now…

- - -

They had been sent to the other castle. Condemned to Oblivion, as Vexen liked to complain. Marluxia was their leader. He was a proper leader. Using his power to his advantage and controlling through fear. Larxene instantly attached herself to his fate. She knew, from all that she had learned, that he was bound for success. And she would be with him.

Their goal was simple. Acquire the keyblade master. But it was never specified what they were to do with him once they had him, Marluxia mentioned. And so, he decided to come up with his own plan of action for the keyblade brat. But, there was one simple problem.

Well, make that three. Vexen, Lexaeus, and Zexion. They would never agree with Marluxia's plan. They were going to overthrow the very foundation of the Organization, the one that the three had helped create.

When Larxene discovered that the three were planning to use Riku in the way that Marluxia was to use Sora, she was concerned… Or as concerned as she could be without a heart.

"Don't worry about them," Marluxia told Larxene, bursting with confidence, "They're meddling will be their undoing."

And so it was.

It was without sympathy when they sent Axel to kill Vexen, now branded a "traitor." And they all knew that sometime or another, Riku would get to both Lexaeus and Zexion. Their plan would be perfect.

- - -

Larxene was still wary as to what had happened. Why had it all gone all wrong? Why was she facing the keyblade boy and his friends, fighting for her nonexistence?

It had all been that Axel's fault! He had betrayed them! By releasing the little witch, all their plans had been torn asunder in a record time.

And now she was going to die. There was no success to be had. Not even a heart at the end of the road. Only nothingness.

Images of the innocence inhabitants of the countless worlds she had destroyed danced through her mind's eye. Each one's life was a single tragedy. She had never seen it before. She had only perceived them as simple numbers, statistics. And now, with her fate at hand, she couldn't help but pray against the inevitable, just as so many countless others had done.

- - -

As keyblade master left her to die, writhing in a puddle of her own blood, she vaguely wondered what statistic she would leave behind as the only proof of her existence.