Happy New Year everyone! Man did this year go by so fast, it's hard to believe that it is already 2013. Well this story has been rolling around in my mind for awhile and thought let's give it some breathing room. I hope you like it. That is quite enough of my incessant rambling, let's get this party started.
Disclaimers: I do not own any of the Final Fantasy 7 characters. I am merely borrowing them, and I promise to give them back.
Redemptive Strike
Prologue:
A pain filled scream ricocheted through the ruins of Midgar, leaving an emptiness behind it. Vincent, in Chaos's form, watched from his place across from Omega/Weiss. The white haired warrior raised his head, shimmering eyes locked with glowing gold. Wide cerulean eyes blinked slowly, before drooping into a lazy gaze. Vincent stood still, his wings flexing against his back. His gun dangled idly in his hand, resting against his thigh, in the cold, quiet, still moment between the warriors. A sardonic chuckle escaped Weiss, as the corner of his lips curled into a hard grin.
"Well done, Vincent," Weiss complimented, falling away from Omega's chest. Golden eyes watched the man disappear from the battlefield, before returning to the WEAPON before him. Omega outstretched his arms, calling for the lifestream. Bright green glow swirled around the mechanical entity, pouring into the place Weiss once was on his chest. The ground trembled, a constant thunder boomed in the air, and the blistering winds whipped against Vincent's face.
Suddenly, Omega shot into the sky the forceful winds made Vincent slid back on his heels. The ex-Turk looked up, watching the ascending Omega. He bent his knees, his broad wings expanded around him, before he catapulted into the air after the WEAPON. A red stream flowed behind Vincent, as he zipped past Omega like a missile. Vincent flapped his wings, watching Omega close the gap between them. Narrowing his golden eyes, Vincent flew towards him, with unparalleled speed. Crimson glow met turquoise in a thunderous explosion of bright light and sound.
"Oh no! Omega is leaving the planet!" Reeve exclaimed with a horrified expression lingering on his face. Turning to face the remaining members of AVALANCHE, Reeve met expressions mirroring his own.
"What does dat mean?" Barret asked, taking a closer step towards Reeve. Cid took a long drag from his cigarette,
"It means we're fucked," he said lowly, smoke swirling about his face. Turning his eyes to Omega rocketing through the air, he sighed, "never thought it would end up like this . . ."
"So this is it," Tifa said in a contemplative voice, "it's all up to Vincent now," she locked eyes with Reeve, who gave a weary smile in return. Tifa looked for Cloud, whose eyes were glued to the scene above them.
"It's not over yet!" Yuffie exclaimed, "Vinny'll stop Omega! Just wait and see!" The ninja's hands were clasped together tightly at her chest, "You'll see,"
Shelke watched the scene above them, with a fear she'd not felt in a long time. She dared to hold hope in her heart, watching Vincent speeding toward Omega. An explosion of red and turquoise colored the sky. The force of the colliding entities shook the ruins of Midgar, knocking everyone to the ground. Shelke was the first to come to her senses, hesitantly standing to her feet. Omega's form was dissolving into wisps of the lifestream, scattering in all direction, but Vincent was nowhere to be seen. Shelke turned at the excited yelping of Yuffie and the others.
"Whoo-hoo! I told ya Vinny would stop him!" Yuffie exclaimed, jumping up and down in merriment. Reeve released the air he was holding in his lungs with a round of happy chuckles. He pulled Tifa into his arms, giving her a quick hug, before pumping his fist into the air. A small smile pulled at Cloud's lips, as he continued looking above,
"Good job, Vincent," Cloud whispered.
"I'm gettin' too old for dis shit," Cid said lighting another cigarette.
Barret slapped Cid on the back, "That makes two of us," the burly man walked over to where Cloud stood, "You did alright, Spiky," Barret said gruffly, clamping an arm around Cloud's shoulders. The quiet man released a small chuckle, looking over at the large man. They both looked over at Yuffie's question,
"Where's Vinny? Shouldn't he be down here basking in his glory?" Merriment instantly turned to worry as they began looking for their friend.
"Don't worry," Shelke said in her usual monotone voice, "he's safe,"
Glowing cerulean eyes roved over Weiss's limp body, splayed upon a boulder, in the middle of the hidden cave in Deepground. Silky red strands fell over watchful blue eyes. Slowly the man approached, laying a gentle hand on Weiss's dying chest. Once satisfied with the faint heartbeat, the red haired man scooped the fallen Tsviet with ease into his arms.
"There is still work to be done," a rich tenor voice echoed into the hollow caves. Turning his sharp eyes to the opening in the roof, an ebony wing exploded from the redhead's back. The wing stretched then flapped, as if seeking circulation, before gathering a powerful gust of wind. The redhead bent his knees and shot through the roof, disappearing into the night.
In another room in Deepground, darkness filled the spaces, except for the harsh glow of computer monitors and the green sheen of liquid mako within a man-sized tube. The tube was placed in the center of the darkness. The continual beep of a heart monitor was the main sound throughout the room, along with it was the calming sound of fluid bumping against the glass tube. Inside, a man slept, his silver hair floating about his naked body. Muscles ripped and flexed with every breath he took through the mask on his handsome face. The computer screens went through various analysis, stopping suddenly with an electronic hum.
"Project S Gemini is now complete," a computerized female voice rang out into the darkness. "Stasis will now be removed," the silver-haired man's brow twitched, before jerking open, revealing Cyan irises and slitted pupils.
Well that's that! I hope you enjoyed this prologue. Chapter one will be here soon! Adios!
~Auktober
