Mind of a Killer
by RedMageMoogle
Marche and Montblanc...Well, they're not as important here, kupo! No, this story will focus more on Rayne, an Assassin from the "Wanted!" missions. I just thought she was awesome for some reason. Kupo!
The Dull Disclaimer: I don't own FFTA, Square Enix does. Now shut up, kupo.
On with the show, kupo!
-Sprohm, Prison-
I'm alone again...
Well, there is the other seven, but it's not the same.
I'm so sick of being alone.
I've always been alone. Right from...when I was around 4, I think. What? Life story? Why do you want to know?
Oh, fine. But you'd better be quiet while I tell you.
Like I said...at around 4, my parents...They were executed for a simple robbery. They should have been put here! Then I'd be with them when they were released. Who carried out the execution? That bitch who calls herself queen. What was her name? Laine Armadin. No, not Remedi Randell, she was sworn in before I was put in this dump.
But she was just as bad as Armadin was.
Always bending to that brat of a prince's will. Always making us pay just to please him. Oh no, this wasn't Mewt Randell, but I could say the same for him. This was another brat; I think he was called Ramses Armadin. Yeah, him.
At age 9, I was filled with the darkness of hate. I had been at a local homeless shelter back in my hometown, Helje.
Until the ghosts came.
They were the ghosts of clanners who, from what I heard at that age, had been unjustly executed by the Armadins one by one. For what, I don't remember.
They were angry at the living. They envied them.
They came...and the minute they smelled living flesh, they killed. Killed. Killed.
And killed some more.
As far as I knew, I was the only one who made it alive. The sight of the townsfolk' blood everywhere was enough to make me gag.
And Helje had become a lawless "jagd".
The "Jagd Emissaries" were created at my former home. They hated the law, and they still do. They even managed to murder two judges; one was in the Koringwood, I think, the other at the Ozmonfield.
By the time I was 13, I had managed to get a sword. It was called Heaven's Cloud. It reminded me of those ghosts. They were just empty shells; their soul had long since parted from our world. Their souls were probably in Heaven right now, bless them.
I wielded the sword in their name. But I didn't get far.
The Emissaries caught up with me in the outskirts of Jagd Dorsa. I managed to hide my personal belongings, such as a locket I got from my parents, my weapon, and my money before the Emissaries caught up.
Other than that, they robbed me blind. They beat me. They even raped me.
At 17 I could take no more. I resorted to thievery, and murder.
Which is how I came to have the title "Killer".
All I could think about was revenge. I learned Assassin techniques. I learned stealth. I gained a small band of followers, not necessarily "friends". The only two that even came close to being a friend to me were my parents.
And they took them away.
They took everything away from me.
Then...he came. Marche, I think. Him and his Clan Nutsy. Put me in this horrible place.
Then again, I don't think they're palace flunkies either. They were just another clan doing a job, weren't they? Huh? Weren't they? But it's because of them I've been stuck in here for two years and probably will be for the rest of my life.
I am a Killer but
you may call me Rayne.
-Outskirts of Jagd Helje-
Helje.
The home of the Killer Rayne, now a ghost town—a lawless "jagd". No judge would ever enter a jagd, and as such, there was no law, no nothing to prevent true death. Because of this aspect, even the most dangerous criminals avoided the jagds.
A Ninja, standing atop a ruined house, screamed out to a Paladin boy (who had a long piece of blonde hair sticking out from the rest), "You! Hold it! You need to pay a toll to pass us!"
The boy who had been spoken to, better known as Marche Radiuju, snapped his head over to look said Ninja in the face.
"Oh really…how much, huh?"
"Heh heh. Give us 100,000 gil and we might let you go."
"Fools, you can spare your own lives by leaving this jagd and letting us cross! Not even the monsters can get through with you blocking the way!"
"So? This is a JAGD, if you haven't noticed, you blockhead!"
"Then we'll fight through! Come on, all!"
A bangaa Dragoon, viera Red Mage, moogle Time Mage, human Hunter and nu mou Sage-named Nat, Eldena, Montblanc, Cheney and Barley respectively-came running up to Marche, and took positions next to their clan leader.
They were the legendary Clan Nutsy.
The Ninja on the ruin laughed, and then whistled—the rest of the Jagd Emissaries slid out from the shadow.
"Better say your prayers, kid."
"We don't need to."
Charging forward, the Ninja attempted an addling move called Oblivion, which Marche easily dodged. Marche countered with the move called Holy Blade, with which Marche charged up his weapon, the Excalibur 2, with holy energy, then cut clean into the Ninja, taking him out.
Meanwhile, Barley and an Ahriman were staring each other down—Barley had morphed into an Ahriman due to his previous training as a Morpher—and the real Ahriman was losing. As soon as it could not move, Barley de-morphed, jumped back, and cast the spell known as Break, petrifying the Ahriman.
As for Eldena, she was taking care of the Sniper, who had been using a Doubleshot technique rapidly—all attempts failed, as Eldena's Assassin experience had taught her how to catch an arrow and shoot it back. She finished the Sniper with the Doublecast skill—using Fire and then Ice, the antipode effect beating down the Sniper until she was no more.
The Lamia had her hands full just because of Cheney. He had been firing arrow after arrow after arrow into the Lamia, who then attempted to tail-whip Cheney in an effort to crush him under her weight. Cheney nimbly shot her snake-like tail before impact, then used the Sidewinder technique, causing the Lamia to seem to melt into the darkness as a spear made of holy power came down on her.
Next to fall was the Gladiator, who had just been run through by a powerful spear thrust into the back by Nat, who had used his Dragoon's jumping skill to get behind the Gladiator.
Last to go was the Summoner, who found herself frozen in time courtesy of Montblanc, who then proceeded to fry her with a powerful Firaga spell.
The Ninja Marche had taken down wasn't dead. Oh no, far from it. Instead, he snapped back up, and tossed a cape called the "Blood Shawl" over himself.
"You'd do well to remember this, Clan Nutsy: when the sole survivor of Helje's downfall is discovered, I shall become Rukavi, lord of the dark! Remember my name: Ramses Armadin!"
Well. Rayne seems to be a bit of a tortured soul, huh? And why is the former prince of Ivalice going on about becoming the new Rukavi, kupo? Well, you'll just have to wait, kupo!