Rebels - A FFXV Fanfic

by IntrigueBlacke

Mors Atra, meaning dark death. An organisation of assassins and fighters want the government taken down, and that includes the prince- Noctis. The leader's motives are unknown, but she has a spy in the government. They trust the spy with their lives, but she isn't doing it for them. How will this play out? Will the bombings and killings stop?

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1

It was a peaceful yet eventful day in the city. The sun was shining through the clouds, the festivals that marked this day rang out. Lanterns hung on wires on every street corner, parents and children laughed and cheered at the dancing animals. They were all dressed up, their hair done nicely and the makeup perfect. Broad smiles graced the faces of every person in that crowd. They city. All accept one. There it stood.

The figure of a woman. A hood covering her eyes, her stomach bare and her knees bent. She crouched low on the building top. Silent as the night. The shadows seemed to gather around her. The wind blew as she looked down from the skyscraper into the crowd gathered in and around the big shopping complex.

"Commander! We're in position." A man said through her ear piece. She need not reply. This was it. They wanted their kin back. But first they had to get noticed. Right now all they were to the government were pesky little thieves that deserved no attention.

Getting out a small mechanical tablet, a hologram screen popped up of a girl.

"Are you out of range…?" The figure asked, and the holographic girl nodded.

"Yes. Do it quickly. I am on my way to a meeting. Good luck Val." Was all she said before the screen disappeared and she tucked the machine away in her belt. In the wind her sword and daggers dangled against each other, creating a soft tune. She felt the hidden blades under her wrist. Standing up, she stood there. Looking at all the happy people from thousands of metres away.

"Let them burn." Turning on her heel, a big flash was seen, before a huge noise and an ash cloud that could be seen by all over. Happy cheering was replaced by screaming and horror in a split second as all the people in the building and around it were incinerated by the bomb they had so carefully planted.

Sirens were heard, people rushed to the scene to help in any way possible, but this was bad. The biggest bomb they had had for years. This type of firepower wasn't even legal, or findable.

But by now, the figure had disappeared back into the shadows.