-1Title: Apocalypse: The end

Rating: M

Warning: Yaoi….(do I have to put that on all of my stories?….) and violence (another common one) and angst (getting out of hand...I should try comedy) Oh! Here's a new one: Character deaths! (…wait….that's not new either…)

Music: Evanescence

Disclaimer: I have kidnapped the characters of KH, FF, and anything else I want to take for this story. Though they are currently mine against their will, I do not own them, and will have to return them eventually. Until then, I can torture them to my heart's desire.

Pairings: (Got a few new ones in here I think…new for me at least) AxelXDemyx RikuXRoxas LeonXSora HaynerXTidus (no worries, Tidus isn't evil this time, and doesn't kill Cloud) CloudX? (it's a surprise)

A/N: I watched Neon Genesis Evangelion: (sp?) The end of Evangelion , at one in the morning. That movie has some sort of psychological effect on me, in that I become….how should I say….slightly neurotic. I'm not insane, it's just a very disturbing movie to me (though it does not affect my friends strangely enough) So the things I write might be a little out of whack for a while.

In other words: I'm writing some seriously freaky shit. Please enjoy it.

Apocalypse: The end

Prologue: Game over

There is something about the human heart, which, while it's perfectly content to be happy, requires a bit of stress in life. It may not be a large stress, nothing so major that it overloads the body. But the human mind needs some pain to survive. To let it know it exists. Every human from the day the world was born has felt some kind of pain, physical or otherwise. And there are those out there in the universe, who actually somewhat enjoy painGranted, those people are far and in between, reduced to the sadomasochistic society. But on some level, all humans go through a period of self-pity, self-inflicted pain, or a just plain blissfully depressed state. One that they are unwilling to change until they become genuinely happy and notice what a high they are missing.

But it's this craving for pain, desperation, and overall misery that drives some writers to writing angst, irony, and violence. It's fun to read, a treat for the human soul because somewhere, buried inside us, is a little sadistic bastard that wants to see made up characters in pain. It's a bit of a reflection of life, a backwards mirror if you will. If you were to check any book written (besides toddler's books), you will find that someone goes through a pain. Even in humor stories.

So we're brought to a conundrum. If the human soul craves pain…why is it something we fear so much?

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A streak of lightning lit the sky, followed shortly after by a deafening thunderclap. Cloud Strife shuddered visibly as he ducked under an awning covering one of the many quaint little shops that ran along the main street. He was soaked from the downpour outside, his heavy clothes dripping onto the welcome mat. Sighing irritably, he unbuckled his backpack and deposited it on the ground so that it was leaning against the red brick of the building.

Cloud reached up, pulled back his hood, and ran a hand through his now sopping wet golden hair. A piece of it fell down into his eyes, and despite his efforts to remove it, stayed there. Ignoring it, he turned slowly to look out across the street. The place seemed to be deserted. The only sign of life was a small light coming from the top floor a rather tall metal building a ways down the road. It was there that Cloud was headed, but the rain had turned the road to mush, and he couldn't get two feet without sinking ankle deep in mud. Besides, he was carrying precious cargo. He couldn't afford to get it wet.

The rain lasted for what seemed an eternity. Cloud had taken to sitting next to his backpack, blowing on his clammy hands to try to warm them up. Little drops of rain still made their way under the broad awning with every gust of wind, but the blonde man was too soaked to notice. When the winds finally died down and the rain dissipated to a light sprinkling, Cloud stood up and grabbed his backpack. It was nearly morning, he had to hurry.

Even though the road wasn't too large, getting across and down it was a hell in and of itself. Footing was horrible, and a small river had decided to cut its way directly down the dirt road. Cloud eventually made it to the building, but his boots and the lower part of his pants were caked in mud, and every time he took a step, his boots sloshed with water. It wasn't comfortable, but Cloud didn't have the time to sit down and clean himself off. The rain had delayed him long enough.

Instead of entering the building from the front entrance, he turned to walk down the alley along its side. He didn't think it possible, but the alley was in worse condition than the road had been. When he finally found the rusted metal side entrance, he had a hell of a time trying to pull it open. The muck from the ground had found its way into its ancient hinges, sealing it as if it were in cement. With a bit of elbow grease and a lot of cursing though, he managed to yank it open.

Cloud stepped into a dark room. The smell of old chemicals and urine assaulted his senses, making him cover his nose with his sweatshirt. Making sure his backpack was securely buckled onto his body, he stepped forward. The moment his foot connected with the ground, a dull light bulb flashed to life, lighting up a small, dingy storage room.

The tall blonde looked around, not entirely sure what to do next. He had been told to bring the cargo to this address, and to leave it with the person here. But he wasn't even sure where here was, or where he was supposed to leave the package. He waited, uneasiness growing in the pit of his stomach.

After five minutes of waiting, he knew no one was going to come for him. Sighing, he dropped his sweatshirt from his nose and started up a set of dusty stairs on the opposite side of the room. He supposed that the light at the top of the building was his goal.

Cloud had to climb eight flights of stairs before he made it to the top floor of the building. He paused there and looked around. There was nothing on the top floor but a hallway that spanned the length of the building before turning off at the end. Doors lined the hall, some with numbers on the rooms. Light filtered through the bottom of a room not to far from him. The dusty copper plate on the door read, "987".

Taking a deep breath, Cloud pulled out a small semi-automatic gun, holding it his sweatshirt's pocket in case this went wrong. He stepped forward, and nudged the door open.

The room seemed to be an old hotel room. It was empty, aside from some sort of an electronic contraption sitting on a desk. Cloud had seen one like it somewhere else….Merlin had one. Thinking back, he recalled the strange word …"computer".

Relaxing slightly, Cloud walked into the room and moved to examine the computer. Strange symbols danced across the screen. When he touched it, the symbols disappeared to be replaced with several words in bold red letters.

"Game Over."

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Short, short prologue…..but no worries, as chapter 1 will be right behind it. I actually like how this is going. I'm reading my college writing textbook for the first time.…(even though I've already taken the class) and I realized that most of my stories suck when it comes to description. So, I'm using this as an exercise in description, but I see it going farther. Already, even though I just started this, I have a basic plan (that's only happened twice before…on Dirge, and CIAI, so I'm actually hoping on completing this story) so I hope this goes well. I know I promised to complete my other….20 plus stories I have out there, but can you blame me?……(puppy eyes)

Ok, yes you can blame me, but you love me too much to hurt me right?…..Right?………maybe….

Anyways, drop a review on my latest escapade. I know I'm not the most faithful of writers, but at least do update eventually. So you should reward me….with reviews. It's not like I get paid for making these stories, so getting reviews is really the only thing that keeps me writing…..

You can take that as a threat if you want …heh….

J/K Just show me some love please.

-Koji