Ok, Hi. This is a task we were set in our English class, so i would really really appriciate any comment or criticism about this story. It isn't long yet, coz it isn't finished. I still haven't handed it in, so i am willing to change any detail or anything in particular about it, so please, Review!! I would also like to point out, this story isn't exactly like the original characters, because it's set in the 21st century! When your finished reading this story, feel free to check out any other and remember to Review! We need to know whats good and what we need to work on. I don't own anything to do with FFXII, or Square Enix and la di da. Enjoy!
Final Fight for Survival
It's been snowing for three days. The wind is physically painful. It's way too cold. People are definitely going to die. There's no doubt about it.
"Mr President, it's an emergency, the temperature is way too low, the snow is non-stop. The chance of survival is low. We need to get you out of here. Look at this fax," called Basch Fon Ronsenburg, the president's trusty assistant and personal friend.
"What do you intend we do? We can hardly evacuate the country, that could take days, weeks even!" he said, moments after the President had finished reading the fax.
"I can't leave my country at a time like this. We shall speak with the PM in Britain, I hear it's not so bad there, if that's the case, we shall travel there tonight," replied the President, looking at Basch.
"I am sorry sir, but, all my family is here, I can't go with you," Basch said with a hint of guilt.
"It's ok, I understand, I think that the British PM's assistant will be flying here, you shall meet him. His plane is landing at around 8.30pm. Arrange a car and meet him there, I should go and back now," replied the president as he walked off to meet his family and pack.
The thought had then crossed Basch's mind that this was it. The end of life, or life as we knew it anyway. But he shook the idea out of his head and looked at the clock. 7.45pm. He had plenty of time. The airport wasn't that far away.
He walked towards the long red drapes that kept the valuable heat in. He pulled back the drapes and masses of cold air hit his face. It was worse than he thought. He let his hand rest on the window sill for a few seconds, but when the frost touched his hand he flinched because it was so cold. Then he thought, if the roads were so icy, he should leave now so that he would arrive at the airport in time. So he ventured out in the cold, only walking a few steps to the taxi but he could feel the heat leave his body.
"Where you headed?" the taxi driver said.
"The airport please," Basch replied, shivering.
"Might take a bit longer coz of this nasty weather," he continued, "You in a hurry?"
"Sort of," Basch replied, trying not to sound ignorant. The taxi was freezing too. The frost wasn't only on the outside, but was starting to form on the inside. The seats were uncomfortable too, not just because they were lumpy, but because they also were freezing.
When they arrived at the airport, Basch gave the driver the right amount of money and then some for a tip for driving in the weather it was. He obviously didn't realise how much he actually gave away, but it was so cold he just wanted to get inside.
As soon as he walked through the airport doors, the hot air hit his icy face. It stung, but slowly he regained the lost heat. He looked down at his watch. The plane was due to land about now.
He had briefly met the PM's assistant, Balthier. It wouldn't be hard to spot him. He decided to get a sandwich and a hot cup of coffee from the stand; he hadn't eaten since that morning, plus he needed a seat. He paid and ordered what he wanted and sat down next to a large screen that hung on the wall, showing you when the planes were due to land and take off. It said that Balthier's plane had landed, but he knew he would be some time, since he needed to get his bags and get through passport control.
It took a while but Balthier appeared, almost an hour late, carrying two large holdalls, one in each hand and his passport in his mouth.