Lost::Prolong
One winged Angel
Sitting alone in this dreary office in the tallest building in Midgar often reminds me of how happy I should be. I mean just a few years ago I would have worried where my next meal would be coming from. Not anymore. It was all but three years ago.
I stood at the head of a dark alley, my best friend Reno beside me. The man was tall and wreaked of money. Not something that was good in the slums. We had a hunch that we could get his money and run, for he looked poorly armed. I went over to talk to him and Reno started to creep up behind him to club him with his nightstick. But things weren't going to go as we had expected.
The man turned around before Reno could get a clean shot off. He grabbed his nightstick and smiled. "You two are just who I was looking for." His voice was deep and scratchy.
He wanted us to "remove" a certain Private 1st class SOLIDER Zack. We weren't sure why he wanted us to "remove" him, for he seemed like he could work for the huge electric company, ShinRa. But ShinRa is also known for their "other" things, a small army, and the T.U.R.K.S.
On the night of the "removal" we found out where this "Zack" lived. This wasn't any ordinary "removal" the guy wanted proof that Zack was stone cold.
He was fairly easy to find and all, sauntering down a street late at night. Reno "whacked" him and I made sure he wouldn't be leavin' the dirt anytime soon. I pulled out a small blade; the one in case of any hand-to-hand fights came around, and removed his hand. It wasn't easy, him being dead and all, I was more used to doing all that stuff before they were dead.
The man turned out to be Tseng, a T.U.R.K. who was far more than happy to show us the ropes. That's why I'm here now, one of the finest T.U.R.K.S. around. Ah, what a nice time it was before I became a Tactical Unit Recon Killer.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, I swear. Don't sue me please.
Author's note: I'll continue writing if I get 5 reviews.
One winged Angel
Sitting alone in this dreary office in the tallest building in Midgar often reminds me of how happy I should be. I mean just a few years ago I would have worried where my next meal would be coming from. Not anymore. It was all but three years ago.
I stood at the head of a dark alley, my best friend Reno beside me. The man was tall and wreaked of money. Not something that was good in the slums. We had a hunch that we could get his money and run, for he looked poorly armed. I went over to talk to him and Reno started to creep up behind him to club him with his nightstick. But things weren't going to go as we had expected.
The man turned around before Reno could get a clean shot off. He grabbed his nightstick and smiled. "You two are just who I was looking for." His voice was deep and scratchy.
He wanted us to "remove" a certain Private 1st class SOLIDER Zack. We weren't sure why he wanted us to "remove" him, for he seemed like he could work for the huge electric company, ShinRa. But ShinRa is also known for their "other" things, a small army, and the T.U.R.K.S.
On the night of the "removal" we found out where this "Zack" lived. This wasn't any ordinary "removal" the guy wanted proof that Zack was stone cold.
He was fairly easy to find and all, sauntering down a street late at night. Reno "whacked" him and I made sure he wouldn't be leavin' the dirt anytime soon. I pulled out a small blade; the one in case of any hand-to-hand fights came around, and removed his hand. It wasn't easy, him being dead and all, I was more used to doing all that stuff before they were dead.
The man turned out to be Tseng, a T.U.R.K. who was far more than happy to show us the ropes. That's why I'm here now, one of the finest T.U.R.K.S. around. Ah, what a nice time it was before I became a Tactical Unit Recon Killer.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, I swear. Don't sue me please.
Author's note: I'll continue writing if I get 5 reviews.