Disclaimer: This is a final fantasy 7 Fic. I don't own any of the Final
Fantasy characters as much as I wish I did. Please don't sue me. This Fic
will be rated R for violence, language, and what not. If you have problems
with it, leave.
Everything is Black
Reno Strife
Prologue
Rain beat down against the soft earth, the splashing of the cold liquid echoing out into the night. Everything was as normal, as far as normal goes, except for the fact that a man wielding a quite long, heavy looking sword seemed to be just hanging about. And most frightening was the look upon this man's face. His decently long, dark spiked hair was jutting out in all directions, and the wind and rain didn't help out much. His eyes burned fiercely with a red tinge, although they were naturally dark as midnight. A faint scar that would go unnoticed, unless one was to look carefully, was etched across his right cheek underneath his eye. He was dressed in all black with battered upper body armor covering his shoulders and chest. He simply looked menacing.
The two men that happened to be in this menacing looking man's way, sporting blue uniforms and wielded decent looking blades that would easily dispatch the regular thug off the street, looked quite tough in their own right. But it almost seemed as if they were a bit frightened, as well as they hid it.
Their unnaturally shining blue eyes stared into those of the dark man. Battle was imminent; it could be felt in the air.
"This is as far as you go!" one of the blue uniformed men cried out, with a slight hint of apprehension in his voice.
"Yeah, I've heard that a few times..." the dark man mumbled to himself.
This battle upon the open plains could not be avoided. Without warning the man dressed in all black came shooting towards his two opponents, quickly laying a barrage of attacks onto the first one he descended upon. Expectantly, the man being assaulted put up his best attempt to parry these lightning fast attacks.
The clanging of metal upon metal rang out to join in with the rain, although the swords were obviously louder. By now the other blue uniformed man joined in. The man dressed in all black was a much better fighter and it showed as he sparred off with the two men, taking them both on at once. Suddenly a shrill cry bellowed from the throat of one of the blue men. His left leg was completely severed as he fell to the ground, blood pooling up onto the wet soggy earth.
"Son of a bitch..." The other man that still had both of his legs attached starting running in the other direction, away from the long blade wielding, leg chopping, dark man. The dark man simply let out a loud sigh, removed a gun from somewhere behind his person and shot the retreating man in the back of the head.
"This Barret guy better be worth it... I could put up with this shit back in Midgar." The dark man sneered.
He was on a mission to the newly rebuilt North Corel to hire some help for his boss. He was running a little behind schedule. Being fashionably late was part of his dark charm though.
He then started looking around. One man lay 10 yards away from him, with a bullet in the back of his head and another that seemed to have bled to death. "Oh god, I'm talking to myself AGAIN."
He decided to stroll over to the one legged man and looked down at him. His face turned from a casual 'I'm bored look' to one of surprise. His gimp of a friend still had a little life left in him.
The dying man looked up into the dark eyes above him. "You... will die for this... Draven..."
Damn, these guys never say anything new... "You first..." Draven replied. He then brought his sword down into the skull of his enemy, ending his pain.
Everything was black.
Author's note: Great... I have no idea where im gonna go with this but hey. This is my first fic, on here anyway. Suggestions are appreciated.
Everything is Black
Reno Strife
Prologue
Rain beat down against the soft earth, the splashing of the cold liquid echoing out into the night. Everything was as normal, as far as normal goes, except for the fact that a man wielding a quite long, heavy looking sword seemed to be just hanging about. And most frightening was the look upon this man's face. His decently long, dark spiked hair was jutting out in all directions, and the wind and rain didn't help out much. His eyes burned fiercely with a red tinge, although they were naturally dark as midnight. A faint scar that would go unnoticed, unless one was to look carefully, was etched across his right cheek underneath his eye. He was dressed in all black with battered upper body armor covering his shoulders and chest. He simply looked menacing.
The two men that happened to be in this menacing looking man's way, sporting blue uniforms and wielded decent looking blades that would easily dispatch the regular thug off the street, looked quite tough in their own right. But it almost seemed as if they were a bit frightened, as well as they hid it.
Their unnaturally shining blue eyes stared into those of the dark man. Battle was imminent; it could be felt in the air.
"This is as far as you go!" one of the blue uniformed men cried out, with a slight hint of apprehension in his voice.
"Yeah, I've heard that a few times..." the dark man mumbled to himself.
This battle upon the open plains could not be avoided. Without warning the man dressed in all black came shooting towards his two opponents, quickly laying a barrage of attacks onto the first one he descended upon. Expectantly, the man being assaulted put up his best attempt to parry these lightning fast attacks.
The clanging of metal upon metal rang out to join in with the rain, although the swords were obviously louder. By now the other blue uniformed man joined in. The man dressed in all black was a much better fighter and it showed as he sparred off with the two men, taking them both on at once. Suddenly a shrill cry bellowed from the throat of one of the blue men. His left leg was completely severed as he fell to the ground, blood pooling up onto the wet soggy earth.
"Son of a bitch..." The other man that still had both of his legs attached starting running in the other direction, away from the long blade wielding, leg chopping, dark man. The dark man simply let out a loud sigh, removed a gun from somewhere behind his person and shot the retreating man in the back of the head.
"This Barret guy better be worth it... I could put up with this shit back in Midgar." The dark man sneered.
He was on a mission to the newly rebuilt North Corel to hire some help for his boss. He was running a little behind schedule. Being fashionably late was part of his dark charm though.
He then started looking around. One man lay 10 yards away from him, with a bullet in the back of his head and another that seemed to have bled to death. "Oh god, I'm talking to myself AGAIN."
He decided to stroll over to the one legged man and looked down at him. His face turned from a casual 'I'm bored look' to one of surprise. His gimp of a friend still had a little life left in him.
The dying man looked up into the dark eyes above him. "You... will die for this... Draven..."
Damn, these guys never say anything new... "You first..." Draven replied. He then brought his sword down into the skull of his enemy, ending his pain.
Everything was black.
Author's note: Great... I have no idea where im gonna go with this but hey. This is my first fic, on here anyway. Suggestions are appreciated.