AN: Today I had this idea for a fairly short (or long) story involving Organization 13 as military instruments in a world were nothing is exactly right. Yeah. Real original, but you get the point, right? Anyways, Read, then review. Even flames are welcome at this point. Yeah. Sad.
He walked. He had no Idea where to go. It was cold, raining.
Not that he knew what rain felt like, being under the hoodie for so long.
He walked past buildings, new and old. Everyone had something to sell, even at 9:23 at night on a Sunday. No one had cash, so what could the poor salesmen expect? He was thirsty, so he stopped to buy a coke.
"That'll be $2.45, please," the vendor said. The hooded one sighed. Everything was so fucking expensive in the cities these days. He pulled out three dollars and handed them to him. "Hold on, let me get your ch-"
"Don't worry about it." He couldn't afford to be in any location for too long. Besides, it was only Fifty-five cents. Not enough to buy a stick of gum these days. He stepped over the fliers floating around in the rain, over some that said "BE A PATRIOT! BE AN INFORMER!" Some country this was. He checked his watch as he set the lukewarm coke in the rain. Unless this was acidic rain, the coke would cool down soon. Five minutes later, he got the caffeine he so desired. It tasted strange, like there was some sort of chemical in it. Oh well. "Chemicals in everything these days I guess."
Suddenly, his phone rang. No caller ID. That way, if he lost the phone, no one could have access to the numbers inside it. After all, ninety-eight percent of the calls made on it were totally illegal.
"Hello?" He asked.
"Sora, that you?"
"Yeah, Lea. What do you need?"
"I need YOU to be at my place in fifteen minutes. You know the drill; tell no one you're coming."
"No problem." With that, the conversation was over. Sora had a purpose once more. He caught a bus for five dollars to Lea's area of the city. Just a small Warehouse, really. He got off and entered the code. "Let's see, 24106, right?" Once the rather large door slid open, he stepped inside.
"Lea? You there? What did you want?"
"Sorry, old friend. It's not what I want anymore. It's what They want now."
"Shit," he gasped. It was a trap. The government had him by the balls now. Shinra always got what he wanted. The world was his plaything. Two brutes jumped from behind him and grabbed him by the arms, pinning him to the floor, onto his knees. A tall, lanky man that looked to be Lea's size and shape walked into the light.
"By the way, the name's Axel now. A-X-E-L. Got it memorized?"
"You FUCKING TRAITOR!"
"Sorry. Like you, I had no choice. You're the last of us, Sora. We work for Shinra now."
"You're so fucking BACKWARDS," Sora said through gritted teeth. "We're supposed to be fighting Shinra, not backing him up!"
"Like I said," Axel replied while pacing backwards and forwards. "He fucked us over. We have no choice. In fact, I'm only explaining this to you in this way because I'm more or less his now." It was true, Sora could tell. Lea, his friend, had been turned into some sort of machine, like in the movies. He was Shinra's dog now.
"Take him away," said Axel, though now he sounded more like Shinra himself than before. "I want his memory erased, his combat skills upgrade, his name reorganized, the works."
"Welcome to your new point of view, my friend. You belong to us now. "