Disclaimer: Obviously all characters and and locations are of the Final Fantasy 7 universe and therefore do not belong to me. All character interpretations are my own and are not a reflection of of Squaresoft or its employees. Etc Etc etc. Please don't sue me
Warning: There almost certainly be strong language, violent scenes and possibly even some adult themes later. Whilst not the point of the story, I am very much of the type in that I let me story flow and don't like to be hamstrung by having to try and keep things clean.
Author Notes: This is my first fan fiction piece (as an adult at least). I used to do alot of of RP story writing whilst younger and after reading some stories on this site have been inspired to start me own. Its a Alternate History story, beginning at the end of CrisisCore/ beginning of FF7. Critics (or well, Constructive ones XD) are welcome as I fully expect some people will find many horrors in my writing to fix. I have a rough idea for where I am going with this but if reader have ideas I may be open to trying to put them in if it fits.
The Impossible Wish
Prelude
The Impossible Stand of a SOLDIER
Close to one hundred men lay in rivers of red on the barren wastelands that surround the city of Midgar, slowly beginning to hum a light green as those who cycle had been brought to and end began to return to land. A bloodied figure struggles to stay on his feet, a clump of normally sleek black hair hung before his face now matted with crimson and grime. His large broadsword, the Buster sword, stood almost buried in the ground before him, hilt still grasped between his hands.
His skin was pale from exhaustion, even his bright blue eyes seeming to dim. He might be a 1st Class SOLDIER, but eventually numbers catch up with you. Through the dust, three more figures began to appear clad in their Shinra Peacekeeping armour, slowly advancing before noticing their solitary quarry.
The black haired warrior was entirely empty. He yearned to be able to strike out again, but his whole body was entirely trained. His Materia fueled spells had healed many of his wounds but its limit. Today he had discovered that a one hundred strong squadron of elite troops was his.
Guess that's a cool thing to know at least. He supposed. And I kept my honor. Even if I couldn't furfill all my dreams.
His only hope now was that when he fell that they would not find the other whom they were surely seeking. His bright blonde spiky haired friend lay propped again the other side of the rock face that overlooked what was to be his final battleground. They were both considered fugitives to the worlds authority Shina, as they had both escaped from a Science lab they had been forced into and experimented on. Whilst the black haired warrior had come out of it with no noticeable ill effects, his friend had not been so lucky, remaining in a near unconscious state since their escape almost a year ago.
Just lately though, he seemed like he might be coming back a bit. I guess I'll never know, he thought. He would had sighed if he had had the energy. He glanced up above his approaching doom and through just about see the bright light of Midgar. It had been risky to try and come here, but after finding that letter he had no choice.
"Aerith, I wish I could have made your wish come true," he softly uttered to himself. She was the reason he had risked coming to the home of Shinra, their pride and joy. The girl with twenty three wishes who wanted just one. It had been an impossible mission he had embarked on really, attempting to evade the gaze of Shinra whilst striding towards their lair. Maybe it had been foolish to try, but there were two things that he knew he must always keep true to. He had kept his honor and Aerith. Well she had been his dream.
The troops stopped approaching and raised their weapons, locking on their target. He tried to lift his sword but he knew before it he began it was in vain. His head bowed, he let himself shut his eyes. If it was time to die, he rather visualize something better then 3 Shinra troopers to go out with. The silence and the wait was almost unbearable and seconds seem to pass in minutes. Finally, the awaited explosion of gunfire rung out and filled his hears before once more, there was silence.
"Well that was boring. It far more fun when we get to hit them sticks."