Disclaimer: I.. I.. I don't. WAHH!! OK. I'm sorry. Over-reaction. I don't own FF9, or any of the characters here. Plot is the only thing I own.
A/N: Yeah! A fic that's gonna be more than 500 words! Hand wrote this a while ago, finally typing it up.
Summary: AU, This is an alternate beginning, where the Prima Vista doesn't get away from Alexandria. I plan to end it with them going into the Evil Forest. Anyway, Enjoy!
FF9 Fan Fic –Escape from Alexandria
"Damn!" Blank muttered, "There's gotta be like five goddamn locks on this thing!! I kind of doubt they can open it!
The man behind him, who until then had been leaning against the wall of the small cell the two of them had been stuck in since the previous night, was thinking about how they had gotten caught. A strange-looking kid wearing a blue jacket and a straw hat had cast some black magic to save himself from the guards clutches. They had been chasing him for sneaking around the seats designated for the nobles during their performance of Lord Avon's "I want to be your Canary". 'It's all cause that stupid brat missed and set Princess Garnet's cloak on fire. If he had cast fire, we would all be safely in Linblum by now.'
Zidane sighed, got up and went to stand beside his friend. While Blank continued to check or any weaknesses in the door, Zidane started talking. "I kind of feel sorry for the Princess Garnet." "Why?" Blank said with a startled expression evident on his face. " 'Cause she wanted to leave." "What?!" The startled look became one of pure shock. Zidane quickly related to Blank what had happened before they had ridden the lifts up onto the stage. While talking he leaned up against the door. When finished, he tilted his head up towards the ceiling. "Oh, shit!! He cursed, blanching and starting to hyperventilating.
"Zidane!" Blank cried out, moving to his friends side. "Zidane, snap out of it! Calm down. Calm down. Calm down." He spoke as much to himself as to his friend.
After a couple of minutes, Zidane's breathing slowed to a normal rate, though he still remained pale with terror. "OK. Now what the hell just happened!?" Blank was near shouting, his voice tinged with worry. As a response Zidane nodded his head towards the ceiling behind Blank. Blank turned only half expecting to see anything at all, but what he saw didn't seem so scary. All he saw was a small gray box, a recorder of some kind. "So," He said turning back to Zidane, "They're recording us, whats so terrifying about that?"
"Think of what I was telling you about." "Oh," said Blank going slightly pale as comprehension dawned on him.
"Twenty minutes."
"Huh?"
"Twenty minutes tops."
"Till what?"
"Till they come to drag me up to a guillotine or the gallows, if they don't bring an executioner with them."
"Bro? I understand how you feel, kind of. But stop being so goddamn pessimistic! You're freaking ME out!"
Zidane frantically move over to the door, running his adept fingers over the lock. "Come on, come on! There has got to be a way out! Please let there be!" (A/N= Sorry! cringes I had to put that helpless bit in there!) Hoping for a miracle he didn't believe in, he started ramming his shoulder into the metal door.
"Hey, Bro, save you strength!"
"Why bother?"
"'Cauz you're not going without a fight!"
Zidane turned around, and, smiling weakly at his friend, wispered "Thanks Bro."
A/N Awww. How touching! OK! How do you like it? PLEASE Review! (No flames though as I kinda got attached.) Sorry if you don't like how I portray the zidane, but its really hard to write a character whom, half the time is a reflection of you.