Call of the Planet

By Ender

Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy at all. In no

way shape or form.

Chapter 1

BEEP BEEP BEEP

The shrill alarm siting on Chris' TV in his room automatically dragged Chris from his blissful sleep as soon as it struck 5:00 AM. Chris jolted awake and sat there as if in a trance but then noticed the loud noise protruding into his thoughts. Jumping off his bunk bed, Chris walked towards the small black box but just as soon as he was within arms reach on it, the alarm flew off the TV and onto the dresser the TV happened to be sitting on. The alarm stopped its obnoxious wailing. Satisfied with is work, Chris started moving back to his nice warm bed. But Chris didn't get half way across the room because suddenly he started jumping up and down on his right foot while holding his left foot in pain.

"AH! Shit shit shit!" Chris cursed under his breath as he hopped from one foot to the other. Then looking down towards his feet, he realized that there was Lego all over the floor. His brother must have forgotten to pick them up last night.

'All well, nothing a little sleep can't cure.' Chris thought as he once again began to make his way to his bed. Suddenly, he tripped over something. Something larger then Lego. Chris looked at his feet from his position on the floor. They were his roller-blades. Why were they out?

"Wait," Chris said out loud dashing towards the dresser while avoiding the scattered Legos, "what day is it?" He asked himself as he reached the clock.

But he already knew what day it was.

"Yes! It's finally Saturday!" Chris practically yelled almost waking up his brother. This was one day he didn't need him asking questions. He quickly showered and got dressed. Now that his eyes had adjusted to the light, he looked in the mirror. He was about 5 and a half feet tall and had brown sandy hair. He had brown eyes and looked kinda scrawny for a 15 year-old. But he had gotten used to all the jokes that other people made about him. Walking into his room he grabbed his empty backpack and roller-blades. Checking his watch, he closed the door to his room quietly and slipped on his roller-blades stashing his shoes in his backpack.

"6 o'clock, perfect." Was the only thing he said as he left the note to his parents on the coffee pot and skated out the door.

Chris loved the mornings, it has his favorite time of the day. The air was always cool enough to be able to go skating but warm enough that he didn't freeze his ass off. He automatically made his way out of the neighborhood while talking to himself. About an

hour later, he was at the doughnut shop, eating obviously a doughnut while waiting for 7:30.

"Come on, you stupid clock." Chris muttered as he ate his doughnut. It was 7:20 and he was really starting to get impatient. Every second seemed like an eternity.

Chris looked up at the clock again. 7:21.

"MOVE FASTER!" Chris yelled at the clock. But he regretted it as soon as he yelled it. He looked around the room, and everyone was staring at him.

"Uh, stiff knee." Chris said quickly sending everyone back to their previous conversations.

"Hey aren't you Chris?" A voice came from behind him.

Chris turned to see a Japanese girl about his age in the doughnut shops uniform. "Uh, yea why do you ask?"

"Well," She replied, "I heard at school that some guy named Mike is going to jump you sometime today."

"Yea I heard that too." Chris replied grinning, "But I'm not really afraid of Mike. He's all talk."

"Be careful anyway," The girl replied, "Your our most frequent customer."

"I guess I have been here a lot recently." Chris said, "But I don't think that I've ever seen you here before."

"I just got hired yesterday." The girl replied, "I'm Judy."

"Well I'm glad that you care so much about me Judy." Chris said grinning as Judy's shocked statement came and then quickly changed into embarrassment.

"I just don't want to see anybody hurt." She said.

"I know, I'm just joking with you anyway." Chris said, "But to tell you the truth, I hope that Mike doesn't try to start anything either."

"And why is that?"

"Because I study martial arts and I would really hate to use them on Mike." Chris replied, "Even though I really hate him, it just wouldn't be right."

"I know what you mean," Judy said, "I study martial arts too so I think I know what you mean."

"Yea that's cool." Chris said looking up at the clock, "Well its time to go." He said after a second.

"I'll see you later." He said as he slung his backpack over his shoulder and walked out the door.

Walking over to the video store Chris suddenly began to get excited again, he felt his heart beat faster with every step of the way. It was going to be his. He had the money, he had been saving for the past two months for this morning. Walking in he automatically went to the counter where the clerk was. His name was Rob and he was one of the few people who Chris opened up to. Maybe it was their common love for video games, but in any case, Rob was about 18 years old, had short brown hair

and was about 6 and a half feet tall. He looked like he had been expecting Chris.

"Hey Chris." He greeted as Chris stepped through the door. "Why am I not surprised to find you here?"

Chris looked up at him from in front of the counter. "Are you telling me that you didn't expect me to be the first person here?"

At this Rob started laughing "No, I expected you, but I just thought that you would be in front of the store tired from trying to beat the door down by now."

Chris looked at him indignantly " Come on Rob, you know me better then that. I wouldn't beat the door down.....I'd just crack it a little. But anyway can I have my game?"

Rob gave him a quick nod and headed towards to back room and quickly returned with two CD cases attached to each

other. "Here you are dude, the first person around to own Final Fantasy 8." Rob said handing the game to him.

"Thanks." Chris muttered while fishing a few crumpled bills from his wallet. "This enough?" He asked holding out thirty dollars.

"Its forty dollars." Rob corrected. "Do you have enough money?"

"Yea." Chris replied while fishing out another ten. "Here you go." He said handing the money to Rob.

"Well, its official, you're a final fantasy freak." Rob laughed as Chris stuffed the game into his backpack.

"Laugh if you want, but do it behind my back, ok? I have to get home before my parents kill me."

"See ya!" Rob called as Chris left the store.

"Shit, its almost eight o'clock!" Chris cried as he checked his watch. I need to get home!"

Slapping on his rollerblades Chris sped out of the parking lot and rushed towards home.

"Man, I can't wait to play this." Chris thought to himself. "All the new characters! Squall Rinoa! Seifer!.....Wait, I still don't know if Seifer is a good guy or a bad guy yet though."

Unfortunately, Chris was too wound up in his thoughts about the game to realize the HUGE stick that suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Chris saw the stick, but just to late. "What the--" But before he could react, he tripped.

Landing on his side. Chris ignored the pain in his arm and quickly removed his rollerblades. Luckily they were the kind you could easily slip on and take off. Putting on his shoes, Chris scaned the area in front of him for the thrower of the stick.

"Well boys," A voice came from the direction the stick came from. "It looks like we have to finish the shrimp off the fashioned way."

Chris turned around and faced the boy that was taunting him.

"He mike, does it really give you that much pleasure ganging up on innocent pedestrians like this?" He asked checking his watch. "You could be doing so many more useful things like......showering!"

"Save your smart comments for the stage." The boy named Mike replied. "Now are you going to make this hard on us or are we going to have to beat you up a little first?"

Knowing his decision could make or break the inevitable fight, Chris looked around at his opponents. There were four of them. There was Mike, then to the right of him was Allen, then there was Josh and to the left of Mike was James. Allen was the strongest, but the slowest, he was the biggest too. Josh was shortest but the fastest, he usually teamed up in holding their victim. And finally there was James, he was taller then Josh but not as tall as Mike. He was fairly quick as well.

"Well are you going to just stare at us all day or are you going to fight?" Mike broke in snapping Chris back to reality.

"Well," Chris started "seeing as there are only four of you, I think I'll give you a break today. See ya." And with that, Chris started walking off, but it didn't take long before what he had just said sank into Mike and his friends.

"Don't just stand there, get him!" He heard Mike yell.

Almost automatically Josh rammed into Chris knocking him off balance. But before he had a chance regain his balance Allen came in with a hard right hook that knocked Chris on the ground a few feet away.

"Now are you ready to give up?" Mike asked stepping in front of the other three. "I have an idea," He suddenly looked very devious. "How about you give us all of your money, and we can postpone this for a day or two."

But Chris was already taking his backpack off and placing it over on the sidewalk by a fence. "Come on Mike." He finally said after walking back to the spot he started in. "You guys wanna fight? Well here's your chance." And at that, Chris got in his battle ready stance waiting for one of them to make the first move.

Suddenly, Josh ran towards him trying to get him off balance like before. But Chris was ready this time, he side-stepped to the left and did a powerful right roundkick to Josh's gut. Josh collapsed in a heap on the ground gasping for air. Allen automatically rushed at him with a right hook. Chris ducked under this and delivered a powerful uppercut to Allen's jaw. Allen staggered back attempting to regain his balance.

If Chris had stopped there, Allen would have been able to attack again, but seeing this window of opportunity, he continued his attack. As Allen staggered back Chris came in with a jump kick to the gut causing Allen to bend over clutching his gut, setting himself up for Chris's next attack which was another uppercut to the jaw, knocking Allen off his feet and onto the ground.

Next James came in with a right jab. Blocking this, Chris attempted to do a punch of his own, but James side-stepped him and did a roundkick to his face. It connected sending Chris in to a right hook punch from Josh who recovered from the kick.

Water began to flow onto the cement. It began to rain...hard. Chris could see the blood that was flowing from his wounds mixing with the water on the street. He was about to get up when he felt James stomp him in the side. The force of the blow rolled him onto his back. He had to do something or they might kill him. James raised his foot again for another stomp except this time he was aiming for the face. Chris saw this and right as the foot started moving he rolled backwards and got up on his feet. Before James could react to this, Chris did a front kick to his stomach which got him bent over and finished him with a spinning roundkick to the face. Suddenly, he felt another kick from behind. A weak kick. Turning around Chris saw Josh kicking as hard as he could at Chris.

"Get out of here Josh," Chris said suddenly "I don't feel like hurting anyone else today."

Josh suddenly stopped kicking. He looked around. Looked at Alan, and then looked at James, then Josh looked back at Chris, and ran off at full speed in the opposite direction.

"Well, I'm glad one of these idiots at least knows when to back down." Chris said to himself. He looked around, he couldn't see Mike.

"Must have ran off." Chris said to himself as he went to retrieve his backpack. Just then he heard a slight splash behind him. He whirled around just in time to Mike dash at him with a steel pipe. Chris automatically jumped back just in time as he felt the sharp edge of the pipe tear his shirt.

"Damnit Mike!" Chris yelled trying to reason with his angry assailant. "What the hell are you doing?" Chris asked as he dodged the pipe yet again.

"Nobody shows me up!" Mike roared swinging the pipe once again. "You have two choices Chris, you can either give me whatever you're protecting in that backpack as well as your money, or I can take it from you after beating you into a bloody pulp!"

Seeing that there was going to be no reasoning with him Chris decided to take action. After Mike whirled the pipe a few more times Chris rushed at him before he could gain control of the heavy object and swing again. Grabbing the pipe, Chris kicked Mike in the stomach and jabbed him in the face. James went down.

Dropping the pipe, Chris went to retrieve his backpack once again. Luckily, the fence and provided some shelter for it from the rain. Picking it back up, he put it on and started towards home. But suddenly, Mike was up again. He was running at Chris with the pipe again but this time, Chris couldn't dodge as easily because he was wearing his backpack, so he ducked just in time to feel it connect with his backpack.

Due to the force of the blow, the straps ripped and the backpack hurtled a few feet away. Mike swung again but this time when Chris ducked, the pipe continued in the swing and connected with a nearby fence. Maybe the owner wouldn't notice....probably not. The pipe got stuck in the fence giving Chris the advantage. Using the few precious seconds before Mike would be able to remove the pipe from the fence, Chris rushed towards his assailant and did a combination sweep kick and double handed thrust to the chest. The end result involved Mike flying a good 10 feet away. Chris took a quick glance at him and saw that he was still breathing. But the attack had another effect; the pipe. Mike almost had it unstuck when Chris had attacked him. Now the pipe was hanging from the power line it snapped when it went flying.

"That can't be good" Chris said to himself as he slowly backed away from the swinging pipe. Suddenly, as if on cue, lightning struck the swinging pipe sending blue sparks everywhere.

"Definitely NOT good!" Chris cried as he ran towards his backpack. But something began to pull him back. Not mentally, but physically. Like a giant vacuum cleaner.

Chris whirled around to see a strange blue and black vortex sucking everything into it. Chris couldn't stop it. He couldn't grab onto anything! He just simply got sucked in.

In the Vortex, Chris noticed that there was a distinct sound of clashing metal. He looked around but saw horrible scenes everywhere. One had two people in it; an older looking man with long white hair and a huge sword, and a boy about the age of Chris. The man with the sword impaled the boy, but just as he lowered his sword, the boy found enough strength to throw him off a strange cliff. Another showed two people fighting with strange swords which looked like they had built in guns or something.

But just when Chris couldn't stand the horrible scenes of violence, he saw an end to this tunnel he was in. He didn't know what was on the other side, but it had to be better then this.

WHOOM!

Chris shot out of the Vortex and flew through the air just as it closed.

SMACK

Chris hit an exceptionally large rock head on. Everything went black.

A/N: For all of you who don't know, This is somthing that I wrote a long time ago. I'm presently rewriting it so feal free to bug me with E-mail in an attempt to make me hurry up. ^_^ READ AND REVIEW PLEASE!!! or i'll sick my little blue hedgehog on you and then where would you be? huh? HUH?!?