The Dark.
By Tonyo
Balamb Garden, in all its previous glory, torn apart by one man. Structures destroyed, walkways collapsed, the ring that just seemed to float in the air bent to such a degree that it touched the front gates. And under the arch of the front gate, stood one man, alone, cigarette sticking out from one side of his mouth, cocktail stick coming out the other, packet of cigs in one hand, lighter in the other, just standing there leaning against the gate, as if waiting for his eternity to catch up.
Little did he know that hell was very near, in human form, ready to tear half his face off with its long, silver, sharp, shiny tooth.
"You bastard!" It shouted, diving from the bush, tooth raised over its head,
His red pupils dilated, as if in shock to what they had just seen, until he was no more, head cleaved clean in two. As his breath settled and his brain had done all the necessary calculations to say that it would never work again, he flumped to the floor in a useless heap. Fluids of life flowing steadily from the rather large crevice where his normally one piece head would've been. Protected by the god of war, or so he thought.
The embodiment of hell steadied its head, to look ahead and only ahead, then walked on. Towards the center of the wreckage of what was once 'home' for him, before then. It had seemed like years since he had last visited, it had actually been 4 days, and to come back and find it in this state, it bothered him, to a degree that he himself couldn't believe. After coming from the coastal town of Balamb, so smart and shiny at the other end of the alcaud plains, back to this. A wreck. He refused to believe, pinched himself, make sure he was awake. Oh he was awake alright, and the reality was about to hit him as hard as he had hit the thing at the front gate.
The smell was unbearable, he wanted to throw, but he was too strong for that. Training prohibited it. He walked on, normal pace until he saw them. Cadet uniforms, bodies wearing, standing, looking at him, red eyes included, this was about to get ugly. He drew his 'tooth' and stood ready. As they began to run forward.
A/N: Possible starter for a series, not entirely sure yet, written while in somewhat of a dark mood, thus the title, hoping for more interest from my first fic, so if you're reading this, thanks and R&R appreciated.