So a new FFVII fic. I thought it might be fun, so it's a little AU re-telling. Mind you I haven't played the game in several years so some of the details might be off. If there's a huge mistake and it really bothers you, tell me and I'll try to fix it.

Warning: Might contain Crisis Core spoilers and most definitely contains FFVII spoilers.

Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah SquareEnix is all-powerful. All worship SquareEnix.

His eyes shot open, glowing in the darkness. Where was he? He tried breathing, finding it extremely hard, seeing that there was a gas mask attached to his face. Gas mask? Was he in a hospital? What was he doing in a hospital? He managed to calm down and take a look at his surroundings. Which got him into a panic again. What kind of hospital was this? He wasn't in a a nice, soft hospital bed. He was in a fucking beaker! Like a fucking test tube sample!

He suddenly felt a jolt of pain shoot through his head. He groaned into the gas mask. His mind was racing with unanswered questions. Where was he? What was this place? How did he get here? However the one question that repeatedly stabbed at the back of his mind was: Who was he?

Even though he couldn't find the answers to these questions in the recesses of his mind, he did know that it would probably be a good idea to escape from this place. He lifted his hand to tap the glass, the strange liquid around him, feeling strangely heavy. The glass made a solid thunking sound. Probably reinforced, maybe even bulletproof. There was barely any chance that he could break through it with his bare fists but it was worth a try.

He slowly drew his fist back and lunged forward with a single thrust. He felt a strange sensation run through his arm as he threw his fist forward. His fist met the glass with a dull thud. His punch seemed ineffective. Then suddenly from where his fist had contacted the glass, spider-line cracks appeared, spreading quickly. With a loud crack the glass exploded into infinitesimal pieces. With the glass barrier gone, the liquid quickly drained out of the tube and he tumbled out, landing on the cold, hard floor.

Before he even got to enjoy his first breath of freedom, an alarm went off, blaring its message throughout the building.

"ALERT! ALERT! Test subject xxx1 has escaped his cell. Repeat! Test subject xxx1 has escaped his cell."

The said 'test subject' gripped his head. Why the hell was the alarm so fucking loud. It felt like it was invading his senses, burrowing deep into his mind.

"Guess that's me. Damn, that was fast." he murmured to himself. Already he could hear the sounds of guards rushing around the corner, heading towards him. He barely had time to prepare before two guards burst through the door.

He looked up as they raised their guns.

"Don't aim for any vital areas. Hojo needs him alive." the higher ranking soldier barked at the other one.

'Hojo? Why did that sound so familiar?' he wondered as he saw the soldiers starting to press down on the triggers.

Then time seemed to slow down. He lunged forward, towards the two guards aiming their guns at him. The chatter of their automatic weapons rang out and a spray of bullets brushed past his hair as they hit the empty space he was in just a moment ago.

The guards paused, surprised by his unnatural speed, attempted to reach for their close combat weapons. That little bit of hesitation was all he needed. He drove his fist into the gut of the guard he labeled as the higher rank. The guard keeled over immediately and he made sure the guard wouldn't be waking up any time soon with a knee to the face.

The other guard froze, stunned by the turn of events and was greeted with an elbow to the face, effectively knocking him out.

"Sloppy..." he muttered as he looked down at the guards unconscious forms. As he looked down he noticed quite belatedly that he was showing quite a bit of skin. In fact he was was stark naked.

"Hunh. Maybe they were distracted by this?" He mumbled, looking down.

He kneeled down and started tugging off one of the guard's pants.

"Sorry about this. Normally I would treat you to dinner and a movie first but I'm kind of in a rush." he muttered as he pulled on the pants. He was about to reach for the shirt as well when he heard the commotion outside. It seemed like more guards would be arriving very soon.

'Shit no time' he grabbed the knife that the guard dropped. It wasn't much but it was better than nothing. He slowly cracked open the door and peered out into the hallway. All clear. He moved stealthily down the hall, checking around every corner before he made the turn. He needed some more clothes and some better weapons. But where could he find these?

'Floor 49...Huh?' Somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind, he remembered the storage and changing rooms on floor 49. But how? He was pretty sure that he had never set foot here before, outside of being trapped in a test tube for god knows how long. He decided to follow the voice in his head, seeing as he had no other clue on the format of the building.

'But where are the elevators?' he wondered as he made his way down the hall.

'Walk straight, turn left and then turn left again.' the voice sounded again in his head. His surroundings looked familiar but it was all a hazy blur in his mind.

He made it to the elevator and when it arrived, pushed the button for the 49th floor. When the elevator reached that floor, he once again followed the directions his subconscious was giving him. He made his way to the weapon and materia room but discovered there was a ID lock for the door.

'Shit' had he really come all this way just to reach a dead end? Then as he looked down, he noticed that the pants he 'borrowed' had the guard's ID hanging off a belt loop.

He quickly scanned the card and entered before any wandering soldiers could spot him. He gave the room a once-over. It was filled with various types of weapons and armor. He picked the nearest weapon at hand. It was a pair of ornate katanas. They were very well-designed and the metal seemed very well-tempered; however he felt a sense of nausea as he looked at them and he quickly placed them down.

He rummaged through the rest of the weapons, but nothing caught his eye. They were all well-designed weapons but they didn't have 'that feel'.

Then suddenly, he spotted something out of the corner of his eye. There, located on the far side of the room was something that sparked a feeling of familiarity. He walked closer, studying it. It was a massive broadsword, almost as tall and wide as him. It gave off an eerie blue glow and he swore that as he reached out a hand to grab it, that it hummed with a form of recognition. He braced himself as he went to pick it up, expecting it to be as heavy as it looked, but was surprised when he found that he could lift it easily with one hand.

'Wow, must be some type of new material' he mused as he studied the sword carefully. The metal definitely gave off a sort of blue sheen and there were runes located along the edges of the blade. There was a large cross imprinted where the blade met the hilt. The hilt, itself had to have been 12 inches at least, as he could easily hold it with both of his large hands.

He gave it a few practice swings, still marveling at how light it felt. Satisfied that he had found a suitable weapon, he set on finding some suitable clothes that he could wear for the time being. He quickly found a pair of boots that fit him and slipped them on. He then grabbed a nearby vest and slipped it onto his bare torso. He fingered the cloth; it seemed to consist of some type of bulletproof material. It didn't provide any protection for his arms and wouldn't provide any protection against harsh weather conditions but it did protect most of his vital areas. He grabbed a pair of sunglasses in a vain attempt to try and hide his facial features namely his glowing eyes.

He then, padded his way to one of the numerous supply pods and proceeded to open it, rummaging through the various materia inside. There was quite a nice selection and he soon pocketed a Fire, Barrier, Haste and Drain. He also pocketed a few potions and ethers.

'All set. Now to get out of this place...' he thought to himself as he strapped on the enormous broadsword to his back. He exited after checking the hallway was clear. He walked down the hall and turned the corner and...ran right into a wandering patrol unit.

"There he is, the escapee! Get him!" yelled one of the patrolmen, gesturing wildly towards him.

'Shit. Looks like I have pretty bad luck' he silently cursed as he examined the small unit in front of him.

He did a quick head-count. Eight guys. Not such a bad number but it was nothing to sneeze at either. It looked like there was no way to pass them without initiating combat and the little voice in his head told him that those were the only elevators and staircases on the floor. The only options he had were to either plow through them or turn around and hide out somewhere. The second option was a definite no-no. The small patrol would definitely call in the rest of the troops to this floor and he didn't want to be cornered in some room with no way to escape.

'Shit' he noticed one of the patrolmen already radioing for back-up 'Why the hell are they so concerned about one escapee?" he wondered as he wracked his brains, trying to figure out exactly what he had done to warrant this.

"Drop your weapon and get down!" the leader of the patrol yelled at him, breaking him out of his thoughts.

He raised both hands, palms facing outwards, the universal sign of 'Hey I'm unarmed and I won't do anything rash' but inwardly he was already thinking of the best way to take out the soldiers. Eight wasn't such a bad number and if they were anything like the guards from before, it would be a cakewalk. He looked at the guns trained upon him, ready to fire if he made the slightest movement.

He just prayed that he was fast enough. Suddenly he dropped to one knee and pulled out the knife he took from the guard. A rain of bullets whizzed over his head. He smiled grimly, it seemed to be happening a lot today.

In a single second, he was already among their ranks. Before they could even react he already took two out. A clearly flustered guard tried shooting at him even though he was in close-range and ended up hitting one of his own comrades.

'Three down...'

He spun around on the ground and stabbed a guard in the back of the leg effectively cutting the tendons and sending the man to his knees. A quick left jab knocked the man out.

'Four down...'

He pulled the knife out and threw it at a guard attempting to draw his pistol. The man clutched at his throat as he sank to the floor, gargling his death cry.

'Five down...'

He did a quick head over feet roll, ending up on his back in an awkward position. He rocked his body backwards and using his arms sent his body up vertically and his boots into the face of one of the guards.

'Six'

The last two guards just stood there trembling in fear. They couldn't quite comprehend what had just happened. The fighting had only took about 10 seconds and they could barely follow what the escapee did. He just walked slowly up to them. They had already dropped their weapons and he was pretty sure they had pissed their pants. He wrinkled his nose and had a sudden urge to crack a joke. He managed to ignore this urge and grabbed both their heads, bashing them together in a comical fashion. They collapsed to the floor and he dusted off his hands.

'Seven and eight. Didn't even have to draw the sword.' the man thought smugly as he headed towards the elevator. Suddenly he realized that taking the elevator wouldn't be such a bad idea as they could be coming up that way and they could easily cut the power to it. He was further convinced that waiting for the elevator would be a bad idea by the sound of gunfire. He turned around quickly, a squad of about 15 soldiers were rushing down the hall towards him.

'Shit they had reinforcements on this floor?' he swore as he rushed over to the staircase and kicked the door open. He jumped from one flight to another as bullets rained down upon him. Then he realized that bullets were coming from below as well.

'What the hell?' he thought as he looked down. There were about a few dozen soldiers rushing up the stairs. Shit, they had blocked off the staircases as well. He was trapped from both sides.

What floor was he on? He went ran to the nearest door and kicked it down. A quick glance confirmed that he was nowhere near the 1st floor and the exit.

The sounds of pounding feet revealed another squad of soldiers rushing down the hall towards him. He turned head and ran. Yells and gunfire revealed that the end of the hallway was also blocked off. He quickly turned a corner and realized that there was nowhere left to run. He had run straight into an intersection and soldiers had blocked off all the halls. He slowly backed up, pressing himself up against the glass windows. It was either jump or just give himself up. He was still at least 30 floors up but there was no way in hell he was going to let himself get captured.

"It's been fun guys." he said with a cockeyed grin before turning and barreling into the glass window, shattering it into a million pieces.

The soldiers stared at the empty space for a second before rushing forwards. They stared at the rapidly falling body. One radioed in for more back-up.

"Subject has jumped. I repeat subject has jumped. We need ground troops immediately. Send a retrieval team immediately. Call in the Turks while you're at it."

He sped towards the ground, accelerating faster and faster as the laws of physics were set into motion. Wind rushed by his ears and his eyes started to water. He knew he had to turn his body around less he wanted to have his face meet the ground at 100 miles per hour. What a greeting that would be. He twisted awkwardly and somehow managed to have his feet face the ground. The ground that was approaching rather quickly. He braced himself, hoping that he would at least be able to crawl away if both his legs happened to break.

He landed with a loud boom. He was forced onto one knee as the ground underneath him cracked under the pressure, leaving him in a tiny crater. He stood up slowly, surprised that he had obtained no injuries whatsoever.

'Huhn, maybe my luck ain't so bad after all.' he mused. Then he heard the yells and pounding feet of numerous soldiers.

'Or maybe not...' he mulled as he began to run, pushing it to high-gear.

After a while, he slowed down, determining that he ran far enough to be safe for a while. He turned back and was surprised to find the huge building he had escaped from, a tiny figure in the distance.

'How fast was I going?' he wondered. He was also surprised that he wasn't out-of-breath at all after that whole incident. 'You would think I would be a little out of shape after being stuck in that test tube after god knows how long.'

He was surprised that he could make out the sign on the building from so far away. Shinra Electric Company. He would keep that name in mind.

He studied his surroundings. He was in a city, that was for sure. A rather bustling city in fact. A sudden pang of pain shot through his brain. This city was so familiar and yet at the same time not.

Lost in some place he didn't know, with no memories and no clues and a nagging headache, he felt despairingly lost.

Woot first chapter done. Good? Bad? Makes you wanna puke? Reviews please. I'll continue this if I determine there is enough interest.