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To Bring Back the Past

by Karuri-chan

Disclaimer: >Insert corny disclaimer thing here<

Notes: Some of this is me, some isn't. This is the alterative to control myself of putting in an original character into the game.

I winced as my left arm subconsiously twitched.
It had been doing that for some time now, whether it was because of the amount of time it gripped the computer mouse or be it the ghastliness of what the screen showed me. I still wasn't sure if something was wrong or not, but I kept reading the material, as if in a daze.
It had been quite awhile since the events I was reading, but to me it felt like yesterday; even though I had not been there in person, I could sense how things were.
I was reading a history text about a group called AVALANCHE, and how they saved the world from impending doom. Not like the world was ever really grateful to those they owed their lives to.
Luckily, those few members that had been the heroes of generations to come had written down their stories for others like myself to come across. I was facinated by their biographies. Their tragic histories, encrypted into my single computer. I could almost, in my mind's eye, see that epic battle between good and evil take place.
A loud knock at my door brought me back to the present. I rose from my desk. I cast a glace at my young sister, sleeping peacefully i the room across from mine. Then I sighed and opened the door slightly.
It was all they needed to burst in.
Four of them. Each clad in blue suits. They shoved the door the rest of the way open and bardged in. Two of them each gripped one of my arms. I protested, but I was helpless to stop them. One of my two captors clamped his hand over my mouth, muffling my cries in time not not awaken my sleeping sister.
"Is this the information?" one asked quietly. He pointed at my computer, shifting his pale blond hair out of his line of sight.
"That is it," a redhead, most likely their commander, replied, "Find the documents Myst Tek requires."
Myst Tek. The horrible assosiation. It had taken over right where the ShinRa corperation of the past had left off, right after AVALANCHE had ceased to exist.
And I knew exactly what they were searching for. My computer had document on past events. Including the event of the Jenova Project, and its subject, Sephiroth.
But I played dumb. "I don't know what you hope to find," I said difiantly, "but all that is in these documents is history biographies."
The redhead walked calmly toward me, a slight smirk on his face. He swung his hand, and the back of it caught me firmly on my cheek.
"We know what is contained in the documents," he spat, "And if we don't find what we're looking for here, we'll just have to kill you and look somewhere else."
My cheek burned, but I just continued to glare at him, as the two other of the four held my arms tightly.
"I think I've found it," the blond called, as he clicked away on my computer, searching through all the files.
The commander stepped up next to him to read the document in question. He let out a small chuckle.
"Only historical biographies, huh?" He turned to the blond, "Download this quickly."
The blond nodded and inserted a disk into the drive. When he had extracted all the necessary information, he removed the disk and swiftly put it into his pocket.
"Now," the redhead muttered smugly, "What to do with the little historian here??" He put his hand on his chin, mockingly acting as if deep in thought. Then he put his hand under my chin, lifting my head up to face him. "I think she could use a little trip. See to it that she as a good flight."
The two restraining my pulled roughly, dragging me out of the house. I struggled to free myself, with no avail. They took me to the edge of the valley where I lived. My eyes widened in horror as my fate dawned on me. Before I could even scream, I was thrown off the edge to the seemingly bottomless abyss below.
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I couldn't see a thing. the world was pitch black. Then I noticed that it wasn't the world I was in. I was floating. For a moment, I thought I was still falling, but I didn't hae the sense of my stomach churning, as one does when they fall from a high place.
The darkness surrounded me like a blanket. It dawned upon me that I might be dead-in the space between this world and the next.
Then I was hurled back into my earthly body. Slowly I opened my eyes, seeing the cliff above me. I tried to look around, but I was momentarily paralyzed. All I could do was breathe, which came labored and slow.
I...survived? How?
I managed to tilt my head to look down. As it turns out, I had mearly fallen a small part of the way down, onto a tiny ledge. I made myself sit up, only to find that I had suffered quite a few injuries from the fall. My left arm was dislocated, and I was fairly sure I had more than a good share of cuts, scrapes, and possibly even a concusion.
Questions remained in my head, bugging my train of thought. What was Myst Tek planning to do with the information of the Jenova Project? Who were those strangers that had tried to do away with me? Would they be back? I hoped they thought I was dead. And one question stood out more than the others:
How in bloody hell was I going to get back up this cliff??
I decided I had to do something. I didn't know anything about medical procedures, but I knew I couldn't very well climb back up with my arm the way it was. I shallowed hard at the aspect of what I had to do. I could either sit here and die on this blasted ledge, or relocate my arm and somehow climb back up.
I opted for the latter of the two, and prepared to jam my arm back in place. Not a plesant task, mind you, but necessary. I bit my bottom lip so hard, I tasted blood, but I corrected the wound; at least enough to let me climb.
As I began to pull my way up, I couldn't help but think of what had just occoured. One doesn't exactly go through a near-death experience and not come out wondering. And when I wasn't wondering-or worrying about what might happen if my arm should decide to return to its battered state-I noticed that I was still biting my lip. I realized why. As soon as I unclenched my teeth, the searing pain from my wounds almost literally punched me. I clamped down on my lip again, knowing it was going to be in sorry condition when this was over, thwn finding it trivial that I should worry of such things when one's life hangs in the balance. I can only know that you'll find the strangest things funny when you're not sure of your survival.
With my good arm, I pulled myself up onto the land, an almost lifeless heap of flesh. It was then that I saw one of the most horrific sights of my twenty-six years as of that date-besides my 'death', of course...
My house, with all inhabitants inside, roared in brilliantly-cloured flames.

A/N: Jeez, I didn't even mention the poor girl's name in this! What will happen to her? Will she avenge her sister and stop Myst Tek from carrying out its plans? What exactly are they planning? All this and more in the next thrilling chapter!!

Please review. If you have any ideas for other chapters, please tell me! You could even go as far as e-mail me at karurichan@hotmail.com.
Arigato and Ja ne!!~