Abomination of Hyne
A/N: Part of this chapter is in some way or another almost a parody of a scene from a certain movie. Can you guess which one? Also, who these two main characters are will be revealed to you later. Just wait, you greedy pigs.
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VIII is property of SquareSoft. This work of fiction is mildy original, and it would seriously annoy me if this piece were copied in any way.
They were two washed up old men, that's for sure.
"I don't believe we're stuck in this town again," the taller man had said, "I mean, we were at the top and now look at us. Stuck in a grimy hotel with no one for company but a card player who thinks she's all that."
"SHE IS ALL THAT. SHE TOOK MY COCKATRICE CARD WITH ONE OF THOSE FANCY COMBO'S!" the other, smaller man protested. "She cheated. All those combo's and same--"
"That's not the point."
"...She is a good player... " He looked down at his feet. "Then what is the point?"
The two were sitting at a table down in the bar area to Deling City's hotel, which was in no way grimy. Maybe it was... really. After seventeen years it still has the same paint, upholstry, and the same woman still worked at the main desk.
After a brief conversation, the taller man, hereby referred to as Man #1, stood up and walked away from the other man, hereby referred to as Man #2. Man #2 sat in a state of shock: his mouth hung open as if he had just seen an old rag spontaniously combust after watching it for two weeks. Well, maybe that was a bad example....
I'd never thought of that, he thought, but it makes perfect sense. He stood up, tucked the magazine he had been reading under his arm, and followed Man #1 up the stairs to the lobby of the Deling City Hotel.
Man #1 handed him a hankerchief, and he placed it over his mouth and nose, tying a knot in the back. Man #1 did the same. They quickly-- well actually, they missed at their first attempt and then had to try once more -- pulled out their small pistols.
"THIS IS A STICK UP! DON'T NOBODY MOVE AND EVERYONE GETS HURT!" Man #2 yelled.
"....." was all that man number one, astounded at what his partner had just said., could say.
Immediately, everyone jumped up and ran, except for two men who happened to be Galbadia's finest soldiers.
"... Everyone ran away. NOW WHERE ARE WE GOING TO GET MONEY?! THIS HOTEL ONLY CHARGES 100 GIL PER PERSON. YOU THINK THEY HAVE A LOT OF MONEY AT THE DESK?!?.... YOU IDIOT!"
Man #1 took a swing at #2 with his pistol, but missed and the pistol flew out of his hand. As he bent down to pick it up, he felt a sharp pain in his gut. He coughed, and looked up to see his partner falling to the ground after being hammered by one of Galbadia's Finest Soldiers. He instantly knew that the same was happening to him.
"... I knew this was a bad idea. HOTELS WHERE THE MILITARY USUALLY STAY ARE NOT A GOOD PLACE TO--" Man #2 was cut short as an elbow collided with his skull. The room swirled above him and went black for a while.
They awoke in what seemed to be a truck. A Galbadian Military truck no doubt, and they were driving through the desert. But the D-District Prison was used for resistance to the government, not small felonies. Weird. The two men looked at eachother and winked.
An intense battle then ensued between the Finest and the old, washed up men. Since the two men are the protagonists of this story, they of course won even though the odds were against them. Thank Hyne Man #2 hit his Limit Break or else they'd of been dead. You aren't buying that, are you? Nope. Didn't think so.
Actually, with his quick, cat-like reflexes, Man #1 gave them each quick chops to the neck and took control of the car. ?! You don't believe that either. You people are very hard to please.
To make a long story short, our heroes prevailed against the greatest of odds, and now are the proud owners of a Galbadian Military truck. Let us all take a moment out of our lives to congratulate them.
They drove through the desert, without a destination, their hair-- what was left of it -- blowing in the wind, all precautions thrown aside. They were rebels, and it felt good.
"Just rebels..! Without a cause!" #2 tried to sing; though he failed in making nice music and prevailed in imitating a dying BiteBug.
"Would you.. PLEASE, stop singing that damned song?!" #1 couldn't help but scream. Hell, I would too if my ears were bleeding like that.
So they drove through the desert. No destination. They were just rebels. Bad to the bone. Hard to the core. They had robbed a hotel, they had beat up the finest of the fine. They couldn't help but radiate with arrogance. They turned a corner around a large rock formation; a train station could be seen in the distance. Great, they thought, a chance to get themselves known.
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A/N: Know what I was trying to parody yet? And, isn't it just annoying the heck out of you not knowing who the heroes are? Don't worry, you'll find out soon. Or maybe you can guess.
A/N: Part of this chapter is in some way or another almost a parody of a scene from a certain movie. Can you guess which one? Also, who these two main characters are will be revealed to you later. Just wait, you greedy pigs.
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VIII is property of SquareSoft. This work of fiction is mildy original, and it would seriously annoy me if this piece were copied in any way.
They were two washed up old men, that's for sure.
"I don't believe we're stuck in this town again," the taller man had said, "I mean, we were at the top and now look at us. Stuck in a grimy hotel with no one for company but a card player who thinks she's all that."
"SHE IS ALL THAT. SHE TOOK MY COCKATRICE CARD WITH ONE OF THOSE FANCY COMBO'S!" the other, smaller man protested. "She cheated. All those combo's and same--"
"That's not the point."
"...She is a good player... " He looked down at his feet. "Then what is the point?"
The two were sitting at a table down in the bar area to Deling City's hotel, which was in no way grimy. Maybe it was... really. After seventeen years it still has the same paint, upholstry, and the same woman still worked at the main desk.
After a brief conversation, the taller man, hereby referred to as Man #1, stood up and walked away from the other man, hereby referred to as Man #2. Man #2 sat in a state of shock: his mouth hung open as if he had just seen an old rag spontaniously combust after watching it for two weeks. Well, maybe that was a bad example....
I'd never thought of that, he thought, but it makes perfect sense. He stood up, tucked the magazine he had been reading under his arm, and followed Man #1 up the stairs to the lobby of the Deling City Hotel.
Man #1 handed him a hankerchief, and he placed it over his mouth and nose, tying a knot in the back. Man #1 did the same. They quickly-- well actually, they missed at their first attempt and then had to try once more -- pulled out their small pistols.
"THIS IS A STICK UP! DON'T NOBODY MOVE AND EVERYONE GETS HURT!" Man #2 yelled.
"....." was all that man number one, astounded at what his partner had just said., could say.
Immediately, everyone jumped up and ran, except for two men who happened to be Galbadia's finest soldiers.
"... Everyone ran away. NOW WHERE ARE WE GOING TO GET MONEY?! THIS HOTEL ONLY CHARGES 100 GIL PER PERSON. YOU THINK THEY HAVE A LOT OF MONEY AT THE DESK?!?.... YOU IDIOT!"
Man #1 took a swing at #2 with his pistol, but missed and the pistol flew out of his hand. As he bent down to pick it up, he felt a sharp pain in his gut. He coughed, and looked up to see his partner falling to the ground after being hammered by one of Galbadia's Finest Soldiers. He instantly knew that the same was happening to him.
"... I knew this was a bad idea. HOTELS WHERE THE MILITARY USUALLY STAY ARE NOT A GOOD PLACE TO--" Man #2 was cut short as an elbow collided with his skull. The room swirled above him and went black for a while.
They awoke in what seemed to be a truck. A Galbadian Military truck no doubt, and they were driving through the desert. But the D-District Prison was used for resistance to the government, not small felonies. Weird. The two men looked at eachother and winked.
An intense battle then ensued between the Finest and the old, washed up men. Since the two men are the protagonists of this story, they of course won even though the odds were against them. Thank Hyne Man #2 hit his Limit Break or else they'd of been dead. You aren't buying that, are you? Nope. Didn't think so.
Actually, with his quick, cat-like reflexes, Man #1 gave them each quick chops to the neck and took control of the car. ?! You don't believe that either. You people are very hard to please.
To make a long story short, our heroes prevailed against the greatest of odds, and now are the proud owners of a Galbadian Military truck. Let us all take a moment out of our lives to congratulate them.
They drove through the desert, without a destination, their hair-- what was left of it -- blowing in the wind, all precautions thrown aside. They were rebels, and it felt good.
"Just rebels..! Without a cause!" #2 tried to sing; though he failed in making nice music and prevailed in imitating a dying BiteBug.
"Would you.. PLEASE, stop singing that damned song?!" #1 couldn't help but scream. Hell, I would too if my ears were bleeding like that.
So they drove through the desert. No destination. They were just rebels. Bad to the bone. Hard to the core. They had robbed a hotel, they had beat up the finest of the fine. They couldn't help but radiate with arrogance. They turned a corner around a large rock formation; a train station could be seen in the distance. Great, they thought, a chance to get themselves known.
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A/N: Know what I was trying to parody yet? And, isn't it just annoying the heck out of you not knowing who the heroes are? Don't worry, you'll find out soon. Or maybe you can guess.