Author's notes: This has been a joint effort between two insane people. Me and a friend, Shadowdragon. We tried to put this together with some idea of continuity. You can probably tell the difference in writing styles. You can email him at shaddragon@hotmail.com. Flame us if want, but please review.
This is just a teaser. I know that there are no Final Fantasy characters in my creation as of now. Wait until the next installment. I think you will be pleased, for all things will be explained in time. Btw ( ) means thoughts. Remember that.
The Almighty Disclaimer: Not mine. Squaresoft's. All that aren't Squaresoft's are mine (and Shadowdragon's), so don't steal them.
Teaser:
Certain death followed him as he ran through the hallways of the compound. It had not been abandoned, as two days ago it had been full of people, real people. Now the desolate hallways rang with chaos and destruction as inhuman monsters lay around every corner waiting for their next victim. Dr. Mathews ran for his life. He had seen many of his colleagues and most of his friends slaughtered before his eyes. The people who remained tried to put up a resistance but the beasts were always smarter and stronger. Nothing could stop them from achieving their goal.
(But what was their goal?) He thought. (They must be doing this for a reason. As intelligent beings they cannot be completely vicious indiscriminant killers….) His scientific mind wandered. (But what does it matter? They're going to kill me anyway, but not before I send a message.) The doctor paused as he came to a darkened intersection of the hall. The communications control room was to his right a little ways, but he did not think that he would make it. (That was probably the first room they took.) He became flush to the wall. (Well, if I can't, I can't. I'll just die fighting.) Dr. Mathews slid cautiously towards the corner. (Here goes nothing.) He whipped around it, fists poised to take out the nearest enemy. When there were none, he relaxed. He mentally sighed and pressed forward.
Suddenly he slipped and fell in a sticky liquid substance on the floor. There had been many of these types of patches and smears along his path but he had managed to ignore them. Dr. Mathews shuddered, inspecting his soiled hands. Most of his senses had been automatically turned off as he fled but his sight remained keen. Blood. Smell, taste, touch, and hearing came back as he panicked trying to get away from the sensory overload. He sloshed and wallowed in his comrades' scarlet bodily fluid, sliding and screaming in sheer terror. (This is what happened to those who challenged the creatures. They died like…..) He pulled himself out of the spill and slumped against the wall. (They were torn apart.) He shook his head to clear his mind. He had to go on for the ones that were dead and the ones who were still alive. He calmly stood and walked into the communications control room.
This room was unlike the others. There was no blood….no pieces. It was simply deserted with monitors and machines still running. He grabbed the microphone and pressed the emergency transmission button, praying that the dish was still operative.
"Hello. This is Dr. Wilburn Mathews, head of the Exploratory Research Facility on Mourir Island. We are under attack! I repeat we are under attack! Scenario 'Omega 6' has just taken place. They have infiltrated everything and killed almost everyone. Send assistance, ASAP! Please, we need help!" He stopped, hearing a shuffling sound behind him. He did not turn to face his killer. He put the microphone down. "So, you caught me, huh?"
"Yes," the deep voice rasped. "We had hoped that more of you would try to communicate with the outside, but obviously they knew it was suicide."
"My, how you've grown." The scientist smiled. "We wanted to make you intelligent, strong, and ruthless but we never expected this, 66B."
The demon's lips parted in a sneer, baring his dazzlingly white jagged teeth. "Look doctor, I'm not just another one of your experiments. I have a name, dammit!"
"Ah, yes. Lilith did enjoy naming her specimens. What is your name boy?" Dr. Mathews put his chin in his hand, pretending to think as his stalker growled in rage. (If I'm going out, this bastard's gonna have to sweat for it.) "Was it Barasu?"
"You do know the name of your angel of death! Good."
"Of course. I'm not as stupid as Dr. Mylan. She could never see just how dangerous you little demons were; giving you names, raising you like human children, feeding you, clothing you, loving-"
"Shut up! Miss Lilith was a saint! You scientists were evil! You were the monsters!"
Dr. Mathews turned to face the figure. "Don't you get it? You are not human. Not in the least bit. You are specimens, science experiments, and nothing more than overgrown lab rats! I told the board to get rid of your kind as soon as we were finished, but they were just as naive as Dr. Lilith Mylan! They were fooled by your semblance to humanity. We did our job a little too well, don't you think?"
Barasu screamed in pure blind anger. He lunged at the doctor knocking him to the ground. Barasu grabbed the doctor's arm and effortlessly ripped it from his torso. His fingers bore into the man's supple flesh and tore chunks away from his body, as blood and other bodily fluids stained the floor, splattering against metal.
When Barasu had finished, the control room resembled the other rooms in the facility, bathed in death. He was out of breath and covered in pieces of the former scientist. He stood, bracing himself against the control panel, as he brushed himself off.
A small tinny voice screamed. "Dr. Mathews! Who was that!? Come in!"
Barasu smashed the speaker
This is just a teaser. I know that there are no Final Fantasy characters in my creation as of now. Wait until the next installment. I think you will be pleased, for all things will be explained in time. Btw ( ) means thoughts. Remember that.
The Almighty Disclaimer: Not mine. Squaresoft's. All that aren't Squaresoft's are mine (and Shadowdragon's), so don't steal them.
Teaser:
Certain death followed him as he ran through the hallways of the compound. It had not been abandoned, as two days ago it had been full of people, real people. Now the desolate hallways rang with chaos and destruction as inhuman monsters lay around every corner waiting for their next victim. Dr. Mathews ran for his life. He had seen many of his colleagues and most of his friends slaughtered before his eyes. The people who remained tried to put up a resistance but the beasts were always smarter and stronger. Nothing could stop them from achieving their goal.
(But what was their goal?) He thought. (They must be doing this for a reason. As intelligent beings they cannot be completely vicious indiscriminant killers….) His scientific mind wandered. (But what does it matter? They're going to kill me anyway, but not before I send a message.) The doctor paused as he came to a darkened intersection of the hall. The communications control room was to his right a little ways, but he did not think that he would make it. (That was probably the first room they took.) He became flush to the wall. (Well, if I can't, I can't. I'll just die fighting.) Dr. Mathews slid cautiously towards the corner. (Here goes nothing.) He whipped around it, fists poised to take out the nearest enemy. When there were none, he relaxed. He mentally sighed and pressed forward.
Suddenly he slipped and fell in a sticky liquid substance on the floor. There had been many of these types of patches and smears along his path but he had managed to ignore them. Dr. Mathews shuddered, inspecting his soiled hands. Most of his senses had been automatically turned off as he fled but his sight remained keen. Blood. Smell, taste, touch, and hearing came back as he panicked trying to get away from the sensory overload. He sloshed and wallowed in his comrades' scarlet bodily fluid, sliding and screaming in sheer terror. (This is what happened to those who challenged the creatures. They died like…..) He pulled himself out of the spill and slumped against the wall. (They were torn apart.) He shook his head to clear his mind. He had to go on for the ones that were dead and the ones who were still alive. He calmly stood and walked into the communications control room.
This room was unlike the others. There was no blood….no pieces. It was simply deserted with monitors and machines still running. He grabbed the microphone and pressed the emergency transmission button, praying that the dish was still operative.
"Hello. This is Dr. Wilburn Mathews, head of the Exploratory Research Facility on Mourir Island. We are under attack! I repeat we are under attack! Scenario 'Omega 6' has just taken place. They have infiltrated everything and killed almost everyone. Send assistance, ASAP! Please, we need help!" He stopped, hearing a shuffling sound behind him. He did not turn to face his killer. He put the microphone down. "So, you caught me, huh?"
"Yes," the deep voice rasped. "We had hoped that more of you would try to communicate with the outside, but obviously they knew it was suicide."
"My, how you've grown." The scientist smiled. "We wanted to make you intelligent, strong, and ruthless but we never expected this, 66B."
The demon's lips parted in a sneer, baring his dazzlingly white jagged teeth. "Look doctor, I'm not just another one of your experiments. I have a name, dammit!"
"Ah, yes. Lilith did enjoy naming her specimens. What is your name boy?" Dr. Mathews put his chin in his hand, pretending to think as his stalker growled in rage. (If I'm going out, this bastard's gonna have to sweat for it.) "Was it Barasu?"
"You do know the name of your angel of death! Good."
"Of course. I'm not as stupid as Dr. Mylan. She could never see just how dangerous you little demons were; giving you names, raising you like human children, feeding you, clothing you, loving-"
"Shut up! Miss Lilith was a saint! You scientists were evil! You were the monsters!"
Dr. Mathews turned to face the figure. "Don't you get it? You are not human. Not in the least bit. You are specimens, science experiments, and nothing more than overgrown lab rats! I told the board to get rid of your kind as soon as we were finished, but they were just as naive as Dr. Lilith Mylan! They were fooled by your semblance to humanity. We did our job a little too well, don't you think?"
Barasu screamed in pure blind anger. He lunged at the doctor knocking him to the ground. Barasu grabbed the doctor's arm and effortlessly ripped it from his torso. His fingers bore into the man's supple flesh and tore chunks away from his body, as blood and other bodily fluids stained the floor, splattering against metal.
When Barasu had finished, the control room resembled the other rooms in the facility, bathed in death. He was out of breath and covered in pieces of the former scientist. He stood, bracing himself against the control panel, as he brushed himself off.
A small tinny voice screamed. "Dr. Mathews! Who was that!? Come in!"
Barasu smashed the speaker
