This is my story. The names of the characters are mine. I got the idea from
Final Fantasy 7. I guess you could say 'inspired' or you could say that I
am not as creative as I would like and every story I think of is already
taken or will be taken by the time I think of it. The plot follows
similarly to final fantasy 7 except new heroes and its a bit further in the
future.
It was now three centuries since the heroic deeds of the one named cloud and only very few can even recall the details. Now all that was known was that the evil Sephiroth had been defeated and violence went lax for a bit. Shinra had come back into power. Its monopoly had only grown over the continent. New towns sprung up and Shinra soon had their hand in them as well. Mako was no longer abundant and materia rare. The planet is in trouble once again. And yet...there was something more, a seeming unrest in the ranks of the Shinra. Something was coming...
The soldier marched along the tower gates. He turned sharply and marched in the opposite direction. He had been doing the same routine for several hours tirelessly. He had finally begun to feel the effects of fatigue and was beginning to feel himself wear down gradually. He had periodically dozed off, as he often did during the graveyard shift. He had a bayonet that he'd stab in the ground and punch into some invisible enemy. He'd then give up and continue his march a bit more awake.
He had no more than seemingly shut his eyes when there was a rustling in the leaves. He took one hesitant step forward and aimed the gun into the darkness. He squinted his left eye and aimed the rifle into the dark.
"Bang"
he said mockingly and chuckled. He stood straight once more and ran his fingers through his greasy jet-black hair. He had no sooner turned around when he felt heat envelope him. He looked down and flames licked about his feet. He screamed aloud and tried to stomp it out, but to no avail. His bloodcurdling scream seemed to yield no results. He finally fell after what seemed like hours (Only minutes) and lay there shriveled and mangled. A man moved closer and kneeled next to the fallen soldier and chuckled.
"Pathetic."
With that he moved on. Leaping over the gate.
Fires were everywhere. Shinra sent in their forces to clean up the mess. It seemed no sooner had they put out one fire two more sprang up. No one could identify who actually had caused the great disaster. It was very unsettling. One thing was for sure, it COULDN'T be human. There was just no conceivable power on earth that could do this. A helicopter landed not too far from the burning pile of rubble left in the wake of the destruction. A man stepped out in a black suit, with black dress shoes. Not attire suitable for such an excursion.
"So, what's the estimates."
A scrawny little man with wire frame glasses scurried out into the open.
"Oh my, oh I would say millions...no, no, no BILLIONS of gil."
He pulled out a pocket calculator and began running numbers. He seemed very timid and weak by the looks of him. He trembled as he punched in numbers. He bore a bruised cheek that had now turned a yellowish color.
"Oh my, I believe that about 23 billion."
"Ugh... tell Jenson to get on it."
And with that the wiry little man bowed and responded.
"Yes Mr. Collier."
And he scurried into the burning wreckage, stepping hesitantly over scorched bodies and mangled beasts alike. Another man stepped from the helicopter. He was attired in a gray trench coat.
"Collier...tsk tsk tsk. What a shame, you couldn't catch him this time either."
With that he laughed aloud and placed a hand on Collier's shoulder, which was quickly shrugged off.
"As President, I have other matters of which I am responsible for. I can't chase after every other Sephiroth wanna be."
He boasted. The man laughed the more at his response and replied.
"Ok if you say so."
He placed the monocle over his right eye and boarded the helicopter once more. The president followed and soon the scrawny man emerged carrying a clipboard. He boarded the helicopter and they soon lifted off.
It was now three centuries since the heroic deeds of the one named cloud and only very few can even recall the details. Now all that was known was that the evil Sephiroth had been defeated and violence went lax for a bit. Shinra had come back into power. Its monopoly had only grown over the continent. New towns sprung up and Shinra soon had their hand in them as well. Mako was no longer abundant and materia rare. The planet is in trouble once again. And yet...there was something more, a seeming unrest in the ranks of the Shinra. Something was coming...
The soldier marched along the tower gates. He turned sharply and marched in the opposite direction. He had been doing the same routine for several hours tirelessly. He had finally begun to feel the effects of fatigue and was beginning to feel himself wear down gradually. He had periodically dozed off, as he often did during the graveyard shift. He had a bayonet that he'd stab in the ground and punch into some invisible enemy. He'd then give up and continue his march a bit more awake.
He had no more than seemingly shut his eyes when there was a rustling in the leaves. He took one hesitant step forward and aimed the gun into the darkness. He squinted his left eye and aimed the rifle into the dark.
"Bang"
he said mockingly and chuckled. He stood straight once more and ran his fingers through his greasy jet-black hair. He had no sooner turned around when he felt heat envelope him. He looked down and flames licked about his feet. He screamed aloud and tried to stomp it out, but to no avail. His bloodcurdling scream seemed to yield no results. He finally fell after what seemed like hours (Only minutes) and lay there shriveled and mangled. A man moved closer and kneeled next to the fallen soldier and chuckled.
"Pathetic."
With that he moved on. Leaping over the gate.
Fires were everywhere. Shinra sent in their forces to clean up the mess. It seemed no sooner had they put out one fire two more sprang up. No one could identify who actually had caused the great disaster. It was very unsettling. One thing was for sure, it COULDN'T be human. There was just no conceivable power on earth that could do this. A helicopter landed not too far from the burning pile of rubble left in the wake of the destruction. A man stepped out in a black suit, with black dress shoes. Not attire suitable for such an excursion.
"So, what's the estimates."
A scrawny little man with wire frame glasses scurried out into the open.
"Oh my, oh I would say millions...no, no, no BILLIONS of gil."
He pulled out a pocket calculator and began running numbers. He seemed very timid and weak by the looks of him. He trembled as he punched in numbers. He bore a bruised cheek that had now turned a yellowish color.
"Oh my, I believe that about 23 billion."
"Ugh... tell Jenson to get on it."
And with that the wiry little man bowed and responded.
"Yes Mr. Collier."
And he scurried into the burning wreckage, stepping hesitantly over scorched bodies and mangled beasts alike. Another man stepped from the helicopter. He was attired in a gray trench coat.
"Collier...tsk tsk tsk. What a shame, you couldn't catch him this time either."
With that he laughed aloud and placed a hand on Collier's shoulder, which was quickly shrugged off.
"As President, I have other matters of which I am responsible for. I can't chase after every other Sephiroth wanna be."
He boasted. The man laughed the more at his response and replied.
"Ok if you say so."
He placed the monocle over his right eye and boarded the helicopter once more. The president followed and soon the scrawny man emerged carrying a clipboard. He boarded the helicopter and they soon lifted off.