This is a story I've been planning to work on for some time now :)) This is all ur gonna get for now..Chapter one will be coming soon!
Summary: In a world were everything was run by gangs living alone was not the smartest thing to do. Run down buildings and abandoned playgrounds where kids used to play. Now their parents where to afraid to let them go outside. Why? Gang wars. Different gangs ruled different parts. Always starting wars to claim more areas. Not caring if they killed innocent people in the process. There was one group who was feared among the rest. The Organization. A group made up of souly 13 people. While most gangs built up to atleast a 100 people The Organization stuck with the people they got. All trained mercanaries, who werent afraid to kill. But what makes The Organization so powerful? They have a secret weapon...XIII...Someone people told their kids about to stop them from being bad. Many gangs have tried to get XIII..but none of them ever managed. What was more embarassing about the fact was that XIII was no more than a 17 year old girl...Must be embarassing having half of your gang whiped out by a teenage girl. No?But now they have new trouble in town. Sephiroth had to be one of the biggest Gang Leaders in Midgar. Everyone feared and looked up to him. when he just so happens to hear about this XIII..he wants to find out what makes this girl so special. And Sephiroth will stop at nothing to get his hands on her. Even if it means murdering an entire city...
Disclamer:I dont own Kingdom Hearts or the Characters...Just the plot :))
Muscles tensed. Poised and ready. Aiming to defend. Blood poured from fresh wounds staining the tan skin red. Blue eyes, as dark as the night sky, focused forward. Dagger gripped tightly in her hand. Blood surrounded her mouth and down the front of her shirt.
But it wasnt her blood.
No. It was the blood of her enemy.
Lips pulled back into a smirk showing off pointed canines. Dark blue eyes flicked to gold for a mere second as blood stained blonde hair fell into her face.
She was ready for him to come at her again. One more step. Thats all it was going to take.
One more step.
And he did.
Her muscles coiled as she sprang at him, like a panther pouncing at its prey. She struck him head on and forced the dagger into his shoulder. A pained cry left his lips. A sound she oh so loved to hear.
They both fell to the ground, her ontop of him. She wasnt going to let him get away from her this time. She pinned him down, tearing the dagger from his shoulder, another pained cry ripping from his throat.
God how she loved that sound. She placed the dagger tip at his throat, her smirk curling up more across her face.
"P...please..let me g...go...I promise..I wont g..go against you again!"
She knew exactly who he was talking to. And she knew it wasnt her.
A huff came off from the side of her and her dark eyes turned to the figure sitting in a chair, his right ankle resting on his left knee. Head resting on his fist. A bored look in his orange eyes. Her dark eyes bore into his, begging him to let her finish him off.
And he did.
With a triumphet grin, she sliced the dagger across his throat. He gurgled and gasped thrashing around underneath her.
It wasnt but a minute later that she felt him go lax beneath her and she knew she had completed her job. Standing up, she whiped the blood of the dagger off on her black jeans and turned back to the silver haired man who had a smirk curled onto his lips.
"Well done...XIII"