Hey Bro's, this is my first (SHORT) post to the site and it may not be the kind of FF7 fiction your used to. It's mainly just a story with FF7 used as an influence rather then a heavy factor in the story. Give it a read, tell me what you think.
The year is 2089 and the time machine arms race has left the world in ruins,
except for the city of Atlantis, that's right, Atlantis. The once sunken city of
myth and legend was now held together by large steel bends, earning it the
name "Staple city". The name that had once symbolized "hope" has degraded
to a harsh whisper among the locals outside its towering walls. Whispers and
nothing more.
The sound of rolling thunder steadily approached "Team Avalanches"
makeshift home, hidden in the giant steel walls of staple city. Today was to be
the greatest day of their lives, or at least that's how Barret put it, but for some
reason Cloud felt nothing but sadness. For many of the foster kids that
resided within "Staple Cities" walls it was the only home they've ever known.
Cloud would miss his morning strolls threw the fish markets with Barret,
begging for scraps and stealing whatever wasn't properly tended to, or Long
afternoons with Fatty, just sitting lake side and coming upon their gains more
honestly. With little to show, it was more of a leisure then anything else. He'd
even miss arguing with Tifa about sleeping arrangements. The days of his
childhood were coming to an end and he knew it. After tonight, he would be a
man.
"She's coming!" Barret howled. "Oh man, oh man, oh man!" Whimpered Fatty.
Tifa remained silent with her eyes dead set on cloud. Its time he thought, time
for revenge. A bright light lit there makeshift home and the steal around them
began to shake violently. "NOW!" Barret screamed, and with that, cloud
grabbed tifa and launched himself towards the speeding train narrowly
missing a layer of protruding pipes and almost skidding clear off. Struggling to
get his footing he called for the others. Barret and Tifa had made it fine, but
where was fatty? "FATTY!" they screamed in unison. Cloud listened but could
only hear the sound of grinding steel and rushing wind, "FATTY!" he
screamed more frantically. Barret met clouds eyes "He's go-" "quiet!"
Interrupted Cloud "Listen". Over the ruckus their was a faint squeal, so faint
Cloud wasn't sure if he had heard anything at all. "Fatty!" He said while
moving towards the edge of the train. "FATTY! WHERE ARE YOU!?" A sudden
shift in weight through out the train let Cloud know the Rapids were coming,
as well as slamming Fattys limp body against the train. "Fatty!". Fatty was
hanging from the side of the train unconscious with nothing but his ratty
clothes keeping him from a rather nasty fall. Cloud gestured to Barret and the
two boys grabbed a leg each and began lifting. "Harder! The Rapids are
coming!"
TO BE CONTINUED!?