Heh. Well, this is my first try at a FF fic. I'm using some of the main plot points but twisting them to fit the story. This is also mainly an intro chapter. Don't worry if this starts off a little dark to you. It WILL get better. ENJOY! ...hopefully...
Chapter 1: Loosing Grip
In a world filled with gangs and violence, only the strong survive. Or so they thought...
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A girl of about 18 stared endlessly off into the rat-infested alley, eyes blank. The thunderous rain soaked her clothes and skin, drenching her being, her own soul. Never would she forget what played before her eyes only moments ago. It was permanently engraved in her mind.
She shuddered. The world itself was falling all around her, leaving her all alone. Every thought bounced off her mind. The pounding headache made it all that more difficult to conjure up anything, only to be thrown away.
Huddling closer to the corner, her nail snapped and she lost her grip on the wall. Her head made a sickening cracking sound as it slammed against the solid brick wall. The darkness engulfed her. Perhaps now she could be free from the torment around her. Even just for a little while.
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A room usually fill with laughter was now silent. Everyone in the room recently got the news that another village was attacked by Sin, the oldest and most feared gang. They started pounding through town and cities destroying everything and everyone they touched. This soon grew to 'groups', or more precisely, gangs, forming. Everything that went up against Sin, or even got close to them, either ended up dead or with tremendous memory loss. Yet every now then, on a very rare occasion, someone would escape with little or no memory loss. Most were severely injured and died soon after. One of the only people to escape from Sin and live with very little memory loss was sitting in that very room.
A man with blonde hair that gently curved out was sprawled out on a red couch that looked it was about fall apart that very second. His beautiful ocean blue eyes scanned tiredly across the ceiling. A scar lay hidden beneath his baggy red shirt. Black jeans ran down to his sock covered feet.
"Tidus?" asked a man with the front his red-orange hair spiked up with it curved inward slightly at the top.
"What, Wakka?" the blond haired one responded in a slightly irritated voice. His eyes shifted over to the older man.
"Ya think anybody survived?" Wakka's voice was hopeful with the eyes to match.
"I...don't know..." Tidus turned his eyes back to the ceiling, avoiding the optimistic Wakka's gaze. "There's always a possibility."
"Well...if there is you might have somebody to talk to!" Wakka attempted to cheer up the younger man. Didn't work too well.
Tidus grunted. Ten years ago he had survived an attack from Sin when he was only 8 years old, but had lost his mother because of it. Jecht, his father, had gone missing about a week before. Tidus had suffered minor memory loss. He'd forgotten practically everything about his mother except her horrific death. Everything that happen on that day Sin came into his hometown, Zanarkand, he remembered. It was stored in the back of his mind, hoping to never have to bring it out. Yet, he didn't want to throw it away. It was the last thing he had left of his mother.
"Kimahri thinks that there are survivors." The low voice of the blue Ronso broke the silence that hung heavily in the air.
"You think so, ya?" Wakka had become interested in the Ronso's sudden statement.
"Kimahri just know." His golden-yellow eyes stared straight forward.
"Shouldn't Lu and the others be back by now, ya?" Wakka asked, changing the subject.
"Hey, you're right." Tidus stood up and walked over to one of the only windows in the room. "They said that they were only going to be gone a couple of minutes."
A pale woman turned around the corner, coming into Tidus' view. She had her long black hair pulled up into a bun with decorative long pins sticking into it, forming a sort of an X. Her bangs were pushed over to the left side of her face, leaving only one brown eye to swerve around. She wore a black tank top and a skirt that reached her knees. An older man and a girl, who appeared to be in her late teens, followed the pale woman close behind.
The man had short black hair with a few streaks of gray. He wore a pair of sunglasses mostly covering his eyes. His right eye had a long scar passing thought it. A red robe, with a big collar that reached the tip of his nose, hung on his broad shoulders with the left sleeve down at his waist. His chest was armored. A white container was strapped to the side of his belt around his waist. His robe parted to reveal a pair of black pants with narrow white stripes.
The girl simply wore red-orange vest and a pair of green short-shorts with some goggles hanging around her neck. An orange belt hung loosely around her waist. Both of her hands were covered with tan gloves that stretched up to her elbows.
"They're back!" Tidus called out to Wakka. Wakka scrambled out of his seat and over to the door. He opened it just in time for the pale woman, Lulu, to walk in.
Before the orange haired man could open his mouth, Lulu spoke. "We found a knocked out girl in the alley. Come." She promptly left without another word, leaving the two men dumbfounded and the Ronso following.
End chapter
Well? How'd you like it? I PROMISE this will get A LOT more interesting later on. Tell me if I should continue. Bye for now!