Chapter One: Prelude to Destiny
This fanfic will have many of the named characters from the games, but the story will be told from the perspective of a
completely fictional character that I, as the author, have made up.
"Wake up, child..", a voice echoes within his mind. Verlic tosses in his bed, before his green eyes slowly open. He glances over to the clock sitting on his desk; 2:45 AM. It was still extremely early, but he just couldn't sleep. Every time he managed to, he heard those same words. "Wake up, child.." What did it mean? Shaking his head, he threw his legs over the side of the bed, and pushed himself to his feet. He proceeded into the bathroom, and ran the sink. Cupping the water, he splashed his face to clear the confusion, and then he looked at his reflection in the mirror. Dis-sheveled black hair, dark bags under his eyes, and confusion still on his face. Shaking his head one last time, he turned from the mirror, and walked back into the bedroom. As he did so, an image manifested in the mirror. It looked like a creature from legends and stories. Only the upper torso and face was shown, but even so.. it was midnight black and crimson red; with glowing yellow eyes and an evil smirk..
Back in his bedroom, Verlic sat down once again and turned on the television. It flickered to life, showing an attractive Japanese woman sitting at a desk.
".. in other news. Inaba has seen an increase in strange activities lately. Many rumors abound that there's been a Serial Murderer on the loose. Victims have been popping up in odd locations. Most of them have appeared hanging from telephone poles, and satellite receivers positioned atop houses. A spokesperson from the Inaba Police Department had this to say." The image faded to show a Detective wearing a blue blazer and pants, with a sloppily done tie and ruffled black hair. Rookie.. is the thought that came to Verlic's mind. He turned the volume up when the audio of the detective began playing.
"The Inaba P.D wishes to make it known to the citizens, that we're using every resource we have at our disposal to assist with closing this investigation. During this time, please keep your children in doors. During school, we advise that you escort them to, and pick them up from. This guy will be caught, and will answer for his crimes."
Verlic opened up a soda, and began drinking from it as the image flickered back to the attractive woman. Big words.. you gonna be able to back 'em up, or am I going to have to clean up your mess..? were the thoughts going through Verlic's head.
"A bold statement from the Police Department. We've just received word that Ryotaro Dojima is spear-heading the investigation. With such a decorated Officer leading the team, it should only be a matter of time before this case is closed, stated another official." Verlic turned off the television, and reached for a folder. He opened it, and looked over the information contained on the paper. Ryotaro Dojima.. been with the force for over twenty years.. decorated for apprehending ten killers, and known for his 'never quit' attitude. Father to one; Nanako Dojima, Age Seven. Expecting arrival of his nephew, Seiji Seto, coming from the City. Verlic thought on the information, looking over pictures, before setting the folder aside.
He glanced to his clock once more, and saw that somehow.. four hours had passed by. .. that's not possible.. he thought, before he heard some sort of Demonic Laughter echo throughout his room. Rushing to his end-table, he reaches for his gun, only to be blown backwards by an unseen force.
"You're meddling in affairs that are way over your head, boy!", came a taunt, before a large, burly man, wearing what seemed to be wrestling tights and boots, with a rather unkempt moustache and beard appeared before him. He flexed, before driving a fist towards Verlic. Alarmed, he was sent careening across the room, and slammed into the wall, knocking several pictures and mantles over, before crashing to the ground.
"Thou art I.. and I am Thou.." Those words echoed in his head, before he shook his head, clearing the thoughts, thinking this was some sort of twisted nightmare; hoping he'd wake up. He pushed himself to his feet, jumping to the side just in time to avoid a fatal stomp from a massive boot.
"Who the hell are you?", Verlic demanded, putting as much distance between himself and the large aggressor.
"My name isn't important. What's important, is that you die!", was the response, before the burly man lunged at him once more.
Having only a few moments, his mind began racing. This isn't happening.. what the hell? Alright, think.. think.. Suddenly, realization hit him like a Mac Truck. His eyes flickered upward, as he saw the ceiling fan wobbling back and forth. Having only seconds, he leapt up onto the bed, drove a fist towards the connection bracket holding the ceiling fan to its surface, and watched as it crashed on top of his assailant. He landed hard on the ground, dislocating his shoulder, as the fan blades cracked the burly man in the head. Yelling in pain, the man gripped his head. Seeing this as his moment, he rolled across the bed, grabbed the Magnum from his end table, and fired off three shots. Two of the bullets hit the man at his collar bone, on each side.. and the third bullet caught him between the eyes.
"This.. wasn't.. supposed to.. happen..", he managed to say, before collapsing on the ground.
Verlic took a moment to catch his breath, before walking towards the body. His eyes went wide when he saw the body begin to dissolve into an inky black substance, before disappearing entirely. What the hell..? This is like something out of one of those horror movies! Grunting in pain, he looked to his shoulder. In his shock, he almost forgot that his shoulder was dislocated. He walked towards a wall, and gripped it tightly, bracing himself.
"From the sea of Thine Soul.." he heard once more, before yelling to clear his mind, and slamming his shoulder into the wall. Pop! His shoulder fell back into place, sending a shockwave of more pain throughout his arm.
He slid down the wall, and sat there, panting and gritting his teeth. The words no longer echoed within his mind. His green eyes surveyed the room. It was a wreck. Broken glass was everywhere, and shattered decorations also filled the floor. The ceiling fan was destroyed, and there was a large break in his wall from where he was thrown into.
".. great.. I get to clean all this up. The Agency isn't gonna believe this.. and what the hell was that voice that I heard? 'Thou Art I.. I am Thou..'? Sounds like someone needs to take language lessons again..", he mumbled, before pushing himself to his feet, and preparing to clean up his room.
Author's Note: As you can see.. this particular individual seems to have the "potential", but he doesn't realize it yet. What lies in wait? Find out in the next chapter.
P.S. Please review and comment. Only constructive criticism please. ^_^