Tears of Rainfall
Chapter 1: Despair and Death
(A/N) This is the first fan fic that I've ever posted on here, so I'm kind of nervous to be honest xD Sorry if it's like, terrible. I'm already ahead on Chapter 7. BTW, I've been watching videos of someone else playing this game. I think it looks pretty cool ^^ I can't play it because: 1) No PS3/XBox360. 2) Because of #1, no game. So yeah, I hope you like this. xD Oh, and sorry if it's short ._. I know like, three of the later chapters came up as like 7-8 pages long.
Disclaimer: I own nothing; I only own Rhayne, Jhasel, and any other unfamiliar characters.
I hid among the crowd of people, feeling helpless. My knees were pulled up to my chest, trying to turn into a ball, only so I could roll off of the edge of this bridge. They were also pulled up to my chest, because I was hiding the small tears that cascaded down my cheeks as I listened to the saddening whispers of the crowd.
"We should have never fought back."
"We're all going to die."
"We didn't do anything wrong."
"It's over…it's all over…"
I felt absolutely miserable, listening to every word that the rest of these people said. The worst part about it was; I was agreeing with them. I hated agreeing with them, because deep down, I actually knew that we were going to survive. But could I believe it?
"Rhayne?"
I looked up, and remembered that I still had someone to be with me through all of this.
My brother, Jhasel, was looking at me with concern, his hand resting on my shoulder.
I took a shaky breath, and made a 'hm' sound, looking back down.
I sensed that Jhasel was about to respond, but he was interrupted by the sound of about four people walking up to our crowd of people, one of them speaking.
"You all okay?"
I looked up once again, over a few heads that were in my way.
In front of the crowd was a man with blond hair and blue eyes. He had a black bandana that rested on his head, black gloves, a long beige trench coat which had a light blue vest under it, a striped blue scarf hanging from his belt, and large gray boots.
One of the people with him, a skinny boy, ran up next to the man, but tripped and fell, dropping a few things.
The man looked at the boy, and grunted, but then grinned a bit. "Careful with those."
The skinny boy looked up and grinned in response, mentally apologizing.
The man looked back at all of us and said, "No one will be going up to Pulse today. We'll clear a path in the area, and-"
"Wait a second! We're fighting too!"
"Yeah, we can't leave all of the fighting to you!"
There was an explosion in the distance, and the man looked back. He sighed with a small smile, and looked back at us.
"Alrighty then. Volunteers; front and center," the man said.
A bunch of people from our crowd got up as the skinny boy handed them guns, nodding.
And much to my surprise, Jhasel got up with a sigh, about to walk up to the man.
I looked up at my brother, grief stricken. He was the only family I had left, and yet he was going to leave me? On a suicide mission? There was a good reason behind it, but…I mean…
"Rhayne," my brother said quietly.
I snapped out of my thoughts and looked up at him, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall down my face.
"Promise that I'll come back to you. Alright?" he said, looking down at me with a comforting smile.
I just stared at him, and couldn't help but watch as he sighed and walked up to the man. The man didn't even reject him; he sent a small smile to my brother and handed him a gun, whispering something to him. Of course he wouldn't reject my brother… He was around 20, and he was stronger than I was. He was even tall, which proved him to be a strong person. I could tell that he was around four inches smaller than the man.
"Alright, one left. Someone take it!" the man shouted.
A smallish figure shook his head, repeating one word as he backed up.
Another figure got on her knees and held out her arms for the gun like a child.
The man laughed a bit and gave her the gun, to which she responded by turning it towards him and pretending to shoot him, saying "Bam!" The man played along with this, grinning as he pretended to be hurt by the pretend bullet that the girl shot at him.
The man turned around, nodding. "Alright, let's go!"
I ran along with the crowd of people that didn't volunteer, including the girl and the smallish boy. A girl that was with the man also came along with us so that we wouldn't get injured on the way to safety.
We came around to a small area, and everyone collapsed on the floor, panting slightly from the run.
I, however, walked over to a ledge, watching as a battle took place. Out of all of the debris and dust, I saw some of the figures of the people that volunteered. And then I noticed a figure that looked like the man that seemed to be the leader of this whole thing.
I watched as the man nearly fell off of the ledge, holding on to a woman. I recognized her as one of the mothers that were with the crowd. I hadn't noticed that she had joined with the volunteers. I then saw Jhasel run over, trying to pull the man and woman back up to safety, but they were slipping.
The smallish boy ran up next to me, and he gasped before he yelled, "MOM!"
I took a glance at the boy, feeling sympathetic for him. That was his mom out there, and I was worried so much about my brother. I couldn't help but think; what if his mother was the only family he had left? Like how Jhasel was the only family that I had left in this mess?
The sound of metal scraping against metal, and the boy screamed as his mother slipped from the man's grip, falling down below. I put a hand over my mouth, and then the man fell as well. That's when I took notice…
Jhasel was falling with them. He had been holding on to the man to pull him up to safety, and now he was falling, his life about to disappear with the fall.
I clenched my fists, letting tears trickle down my face once again. Three people had just fallen off of the ledge; who knew how many more died at the hands of our enemy?
The girl from before walked up to the boy and shook him as she gripped his shoulders, trying to snap him out of it as he started to cry a bit as well. She sighed and slapped the boy across the face, making him look up at her in shock.
Even I stopped crying and looked at the girl, who glanced at me after she slapped the boy.
"We should get away from here now," she said, and took the boy's hand as she started to run away. I followed, since I had no where else to go obviously.
The girl abruptly stopped and shed her robe, and I immediately took notice that she had a dark shade of pink, almost light red hair in two curly pig tails, along with striking green eyes.
The boy shook his head and shed his robe as well. He had short silver hair, and pale green eyes. There was no trace of his recent tears.
I decided to go along with it and slipped my robe off. My hair was a dark blue, almost cobalt, and it was curly a bit at the ends. It was around mid-back length, and it draped over my right shoulder. It wasn't its real color though; it was actually a lighter blue, it was only almost cobalt because of the recent events, which got me dirtied up; bangs swept to the right side of my face. I was wearing a red tank top that had some black stitches in it; spaghetti straps went over my shoulders, a light pink short sleeved cropped jacket that was unzipped, along with red gloves that stopped at my wrist and were open fingered. I also had on dark red shorts that had a smallish satchel attached to them by a few strings that were tied to my gray belt. To complete it, I had on boots that were a light red, and they reached up to almost my knees.
The girl smiled at both me and the silver-haired boy and said, "I'm Vanille. And who are you?" she asked the boy.
The boy hesitated, but replied with, "I'm Hope."
Without anyone asking me, I said, "My name is Rhayne. It's nice to meet you…Vanille and Hope."
(A/N) So I hoped you like this. :D It took me awhile to figure out how to do this chapter, but I got through it. So, yeah anyways, please review.