A/N- You're probably all going "Sort of AU? What?". It's because everything that happened in the movie... happened. *coughs* All will be explained... ...some day.
This should please Terra. Or horrify her. *smirks* "Jess, how the HELL could you torture those poor FF.N-ers?!" *shakes her head* Well. Deal.
Jane's OOC... a lot... at times... *coughs* If it bothers you, bite me. Or flame. It's pretty chilly here.
And I still don't own 'em. But! I can make them do what I want! Ahahaha!
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Chapter 1-
It was a Monday, and that's basically all I knew at the moment. Just a normal Monday. I wanted two things now: bed, and coffee. Or Neil and coffee. Or Neil and bed. I grinned to myself, but wiped it off my face as I stumbled out of my room in a pair of ratty old shorts and an old t-shirt. The carpet felt soft under my tired feet, and I padded across it to the kitchen, waking up more when my feet hit the cold linoleum. Neil was sitting at the table, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. I made a face. Why did people have to be so cheery at... what was it at the moment? 7 AM?
"Rise and shine, Jane, Darling." He said, grinning at me over his cup of coffee.
"I'm risen. No chance of me shining. And what did I tell you about calling me darling?"
"…sorry." he added in a small voice. He looked around the room and I blinked at him.
"What?"
"Just looking for cameras."
"Jesus, Neil, for the thousandth time: There are no cameras in this apartment. Got it?" He shrugged, and I ignored his sulky face as I got myself a cup of coffee and a bowl of cereal, sitting down across from him.
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Two cups of coffee and a bowl of cereal later, I was fully awake. That was also partially thanks to the hot shower I took. I changed into a pair of jeans (kind of tight, might I add… I was getting way too much fun from this alone-with-Neil-can-tease-him-as-much-as-I-desire thing.) and a black tank top, pulling my hair back into a ponytail and pulling on a pair of boots under my jeans. I walked back out to find Neil scavenging around the room. He stopped when he looked up, nearly falling over at the sight of me. I didn't hide my smirk.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm just checking."
"…Neil, you're paranoid." He shushed me, looking around the room. I heard it a second later-a small beeping noise. He followed it and found a small tape recorder, pulling out the tape and holding it up.
"Paranoid, huh?" I blinked and walked over, looking it.
"All in favor of getting out of here?"
"I." Neil walked towards the door and I grabbed two guns just in case, managing to tuck them into my jeans. We walked out and downstairs, then outside. The moment we set foot outside an alarm went off and we took off running.
I pushed Neil out of the way as one shot at us, and we turned the corner.
"Can you run and carry me?" I questioned. He blinked. "CAN YOU?!" He nodded and I wrapped my legs around his waist, facing behind him with my hands over his shoulder, clutching my gun. He ran pretty fast for someone who was holding another person's dead weight on top of them… . A few turned the corner and I shot at them, managing to take out three of five the first try. I shot at the remaining two and they fell. We turned the corner and he put me down, and we grinned at each other. We might've almost kissed, but I looked away to see where we were. I walked down the hall, gun still in hand. What I saw when I turned the corner amazed me. Ryan was in a cell, looking malnourished and beaten. My eyes widened. I knew they had to be playing tricks on me. Ryan Whittaker had died in battle three years after the phantoms were defeated… …so how could he be imprisoned? In his OWN base? No. Gray had come to us and told us that he had died, he wouldn't lie and stick his best friend in prison! My stomach lurched. Had Gray had a little power trip and locked up Ryan, accusing him of something that wasn't his fault just so he could say he had people in jail? I managed to tear my eyes off Ryan and look at Neil, who was wearing the same expression as I probably was.
We walked quietly down the cold metal hall, towards Ryan. Once we got to the door, Neil whispered at him. "Serge!" …I almost said it myself, to tell you the truth. Since Ryan's "death" and Gray being appointed the new general (it was more like world leader with the way he had been acting, though...), there had been no squad. So we were supposed to be on a first name basis… …but it didn't seem to matter since the only ones left were me and Neil, and we were already "Neil" and "Jane" to each other.
Ryan stood, walking over. I winced at the state he was in, but he still managed a smile at us. "Neil, you can call me Ryan."
"Sorry." Neil mumbled.
"Shit, what did they do to you?" I asked, looking at him. He smirked.
"No one knows? Well of course they wouldn't know, after all, Gray's supposed to be the hero." Ryan chuckled, more to himself then to us.
"They told us you were dead." I was losing patience, partially because of Ryan because I KNEW he hadn't been like that before whatever happened that got him in here. And because of the lies. I was brought up on lies, and now there were more being thrown at me? What a joke.
"I'm supposed to be. Didn't go the way they wanted. So they just don't feed me." He looked at us, thoughtfully. "People coming in here said you two were locked up."
"We got out." I said, wiping blood off of my shoulder where a bullet had grazed me. Neil's eyes widened.
"When did you get hit?" I shrugged it off.
"We'll get you out of here, hang on."
"You can't. If you don't use a card then when you pry open the door lasers replace it. I tried." He held up one burnt hand, and I winced again. "Just promise me you two will get out of here. Stay away from Aki and Gray, they aren't who they were."
"Who are they?" Neil questioned, but I heard a far away clamor of voices.
"Quiet!" I demanded.
"Get out of here, now."
"We're not leaving you here." I whispered.
"Listen, you two act like I'm still your Sergeant, so listen to me and get the hell out of here. That's an order." He said, looking at me.
"We'll come back." I promised.
"Not right away. Lay low for awhile. I hope you two make it out of here." He said, taking his place in the corner again. Neil took my wrist and lead me up the corridors. We knew some of them, but after the ordeal with the Phantoms everything had been renovated. We kept running until…
"Dead end." I heard Neil's voice, with a trace of panic in it.
"Shit." I said, turning to run back the other way. Instead, I came face to face with Gray.
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How bad was it? ...no, seriously. How bad?
Flame, my children of the night! Flame!
*skips off towards the sunset with Bingo*
This should please Terra. Or horrify her. *smirks* "Jess, how the HELL could you torture those poor FF.N-ers?!" *shakes her head* Well. Deal.
Jane's OOC... a lot... at times... *coughs* If it bothers you, bite me. Or flame. It's pretty chilly here.
And I still don't own 'em. But! I can make them do what I want! Ahahaha!
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Chapter 1-
It was a Monday, and that's basically all I knew at the moment. Just a normal Monday. I wanted two things now: bed, and coffee. Or Neil and coffee. Or Neil and bed. I grinned to myself, but wiped it off my face as I stumbled out of my room in a pair of ratty old shorts and an old t-shirt. The carpet felt soft under my tired feet, and I padded across it to the kitchen, waking up more when my feet hit the cold linoleum. Neil was sitting at the table, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. I made a face. Why did people have to be so cheery at... what was it at the moment? 7 AM?
"Rise and shine, Jane, Darling." He said, grinning at me over his cup of coffee.
"I'm risen. No chance of me shining. And what did I tell you about calling me darling?"
"…sorry." he added in a small voice. He looked around the room and I blinked at him.
"What?"
"Just looking for cameras."
"Jesus, Neil, for the thousandth time: There are no cameras in this apartment. Got it?" He shrugged, and I ignored his sulky face as I got myself a cup of coffee and a bowl of cereal, sitting down across from him.
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Two cups of coffee and a bowl of cereal later, I was fully awake. That was also partially thanks to the hot shower I took. I changed into a pair of jeans (kind of tight, might I add… I was getting way too much fun from this alone-with-Neil-can-tease-him-as-much-as-I-desire thing.) and a black tank top, pulling my hair back into a ponytail and pulling on a pair of boots under my jeans. I walked back out to find Neil scavenging around the room. He stopped when he looked up, nearly falling over at the sight of me. I didn't hide my smirk.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm just checking."
"…Neil, you're paranoid." He shushed me, looking around the room. I heard it a second later-a small beeping noise. He followed it and found a small tape recorder, pulling out the tape and holding it up.
"Paranoid, huh?" I blinked and walked over, looking it.
"All in favor of getting out of here?"
"I." Neil walked towards the door and I grabbed two guns just in case, managing to tuck them into my jeans. We walked out and downstairs, then outside. The moment we set foot outside an alarm went off and we took off running.
I pushed Neil out of the way as one shot at us, and we turned the corner.
"Can you run and carry me?" I questioned. He blinked. "CAN YOU?!" He nodded and I wrapped my legs around his waist, facing behind him with my hands over his shoulder, clutching my gun. He ran pretty fast for someone who was holding another person's dead weight on top of them… . A few turned the corner and I shot at them, managing to take out three of five the first try. I shot at the remaining two and they fell. We turned the corner and he put me down, and we grinned at each other. We might've almost kissed, but I looked away to see where we were. I walked down the hall, gun still in hand. What I saw when I turned the corner amazed me. Ryan was in a cell, looking malnourished and beaten. My eyes widened. I knew they had to be playing tricks on me. Ryan Whittaker had died in battle three years after the phantoms were defeated… …so how could he be imprisoned? In his OWN base? No. Gray had come to us and told us that he had died, he wouldn't lie and stick his best friend in prison! My stomach lurched. Had Gray had a little power trip and locked up Ryan, accusing him of something that wasn't his fault just so he could say he had people in jail? I managed to tear my eyes off Ryan and look at Neil, who was wearing the same expression as I probably was.
We walked quietly down the cold metal hall, towards Ryan. Once we got to the door, Neil whispered at him. "Serge!" …I almost said it myself, to tell you the truth. Since Ryan's "death" and Gray being appointed the new general (it was more like world leader with the way he had been acting, though...), there had been no squad. So we were supposed to be on a first name basis… …but it didn't seem to matter since the only ones left were me and Neil, and we were already "Neil" and "Jane" to each other.
Ryan stood, walking over. I winced at the state he was in, but he still managed a smile at us. "Neil, you can call me Ryan."
"Sorry." Neil mumbled.
"Shit, what did they do to you?" I asked, looking at him. He smirked.
"No one knows? Well of course they wouldn't know, after all, Gray's supposed to be the hero." Ryan chuckled, more to himself then to us.
"They told us you were dead." I was losing patience, partially because of Ryan because I KNEW he hadn't been like that before whatever happened that got him in here. And because of the lies. I was brought up on lies, and now there were more being thrown at me? What a joke.
"I'm supposed to be. Didn't go the way they wanted. So they just don't feed me." He looked at us, thoughtfully. "People coming in here said you two were locked up."
"We got out." I said, wiping blood off of my shoulder where a bullet had grazed me. Neil's eyes widened.
"When did you get hit?" I shrugged it off.
"We'll get you out of here, hang on."
"You can't. If you don't use a card then when you pry open the door lasers replace it. I tried." He held up one burnt hand, and I winced again. "Just promise me you two will get out of here. Stay away from Aki and Gray, they aren't who they were."
"Who are they?" Neil questioned, but I heard a far away clamor of voices.
"Quiet!" I demanded.
"Get out of here, now."
"We're not leaving you here." I whispered.
"Listen, you two act like I'm still your Sergeant, so listen to me and get the hell out of here. That's an order." He said, looking at me.
"We'll come back." I promised.
"Not right away. Lay low for awhile. I hope you two make it out of here." He said, taking his place in the corner again. Neil took my wrist and lead me up the corridors. We knew some of them, but after the ordeal with the Phantoms everything had been renovated. We kept running until…
"Dead end." I heard Neil's voice, with a trace of panic in it.
"Shit." I said, turning to run back the other way. Instead, I came face to face with Gray.
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How bad was it? ...no, seriously. How bad?
Flame, my children of the night! Flame!
*skips off towards the sunset with Bingo*