A/N: I don't have anything to say or note at the moment besides thank you to those of you who read the debut chapter of this, and thank you coOldoOd for being the first follower of this fan-fic. Also, thank you Guest 1 for being my first reviewer on this and for your praise. Here's chapter 2 for all you guys. I hope you enjoy, and please R&R, criticize, and flame. Flame away.
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Stryke

Chapter II: Sweet Moves, Both Her's and Mine

I awoke to the sound of a train. It wasn't a normal chugga-chugga sound, but more of a loud rumbling. A sound that I heard once before, but I couldn't place where. My mind was racing enough as it was, trying to process where I was. The last thing I remembered was laying down on my couch. I tried to move my hands, but noticed they were electrically cuffed, and my arms were covered in long white sleeves that had blue details running along the sides. I know I didn't own anything like that. It did look extremely familiar for some unbeknownst reason. The doors to my right opened and I saw a guard in yellow and black body armor walk in. He also had a yellow futuristic gas mask on his face and a rather large gun in his hand.

I heard a voice whisper from my direct left, "You serious?"

Then a woman's voice, sharp and commanding snapped, "Be quiet!"

Out of my peripheral vision, I saw the first one who spoke's face, and the pieces instantly clicked, even before he spoke. "Well, best of luck then." That black man's name was Sazh, and that meant that this train...

I didn't have time to complete the thought, because in the next instant, the train lurched from right to left as we crashed through the security checkpoint. As my head bashed into the sides of my seat, I realized that watching a train nearly crash, and being inside a train that nearly crashed are two very different things. When my vision came back to me, I saw my hands weren't restrained, and the guard that once was holding a gun near me was on the ground, crumpled in a heap. The work of Lightning. This was really happening. This wasn't some dream. Because I built a helmet for enhanced gaming, I was chosen by some insane and irrational individual. Because of my intellect, I was placed inside Final Fantasy XIII. This was...this was...fucking awesome! I was put inside my favorite game, and I could where I pleased, learn to pilot an airship, and maybe make a contribution to the denizens of Cocoon.

"She did it!" Sazh exclaimed, completely breaking my thoughts apart in to figurative bits. At that moment, I began running completely on autopilot, and another memory busted into my mind about the two soldiers firing countless rounds of ammunition at Lightning. I dove towards the unconscious soldier's assault rifle, took cover behind the end of my seat row, and pointed the barrel at the door. Sure enough, two PSICOM jarheads came through the automatic train door, squeezing the triggers of their rifles. Lightning jumped into the air, spinning as bullets tore her cloak to shreds. I aimed for the left PSICOM, remembering that Lightning disarms the one on the right. When I had the sights lined up with the center of his gas mask, I exhaled slowly before pulling the trigger.

Good news, the bullet hit its mark. Bad news, I forgot to take the recoil of the assault rifle into consideration, so I was now nursing an injured nose. Note to self: don't aim automatic firearms in front of face. It will not end well. I thought as I mentally kicked myself. At least it wasn't broken. I could hear gunshots ring out farther in the train, and felt every instinct I had telling me to rush in there and help Lightning out. My knowledge of her and this game told me that I would only be a detriment to her. Everyone around me began shedding off their heavy white cloaks, and I soon found myself joining them.

I then noticed Sazh rush to a small kid in a fetal position. "You alright? I'm not a l'Cie." He had a worried expression on his face that slowly turned into a smile as his pet chocobo popped out from his messy Afro. The kid returned the smile almost immediately. Sazh was wearing hos green pilot jacket and pants. Under his jacket he wore a black T-shirt.

He then turned towards me as if he just noticed I was there and spoke, "Hey kid, where did you get that jacket? Hard these days to get leather like that, eh?"

I looked down at my apparel and saw a combination of clothing I've never worn or had any interest in before: I had on a black leather jacket, and a black long sleeve underneath. I had on black combat pants with lots of pockets, and black steel-toed boots. On my hands were black finger-less gloves that looked like they came from the eighty's. I guess that if I was back home, people would think I looked like an emo rocker, 'cause my hair was still in my normal style...and not a single fuck would be given.

Realizing that Sazh asked me a question, I raised my head and spoke, "I actually acquired this from my father. He...couldn't make it.I lied easily, knowing that it would definitely work on him.

As I thought, emotion spread on his face: sadness, then pity. "I'm sorry kid, truly I am. My name is Sazh. " He extended his hand for me to shake. I grasped his fore arm, showing I was grateful for his concern, though of course it was a fluke. I was really just wondering what I should say to him name-wise. I wasn't going to say my real name of course, and then inspiration came to me. I thought about fast Lightning was, and it was then easy to come up with a suitable alias.

"Stryke. My name is Stryke." I inwardly smirked at the brilliance that was me.

He nodded before saying, "We should probably catch up to Soldier Girl. Who knows what she is getting herself into." I nodded, and joined the sea of rebels. We moved further into the train, trying to catch up to Lightning. Her path was easily noticed, just follow the trail of dead PSICOM. We looted as many weapons as possible, and I stopped as I noticed a glint of shinning metal. People were passing me up as I moved closer to the half opened crate and picked up the object-well, objects-that had captured my attention. They were two long swords, both black bladed and hilt. I picked one up, and noticed that they were held in a leather cross sheathed, the sheathes making a X pattern. Knowing that I'd have plenty of time to check them out soon, I slid my arms through the straps, and secured it to my back. I checked to make sure I could grab the hilts, before bolting after Sazh.

I was, well excited, to say in the least. I had never heard of, or seen these blades in the game. They were obviously put there for me, but by who? The nut-job who 'chose me'? I shook my head, trying to focus. That's when I heard Sazh's familiar voice up ahead.

"We're doing good, they all wanna fight." He spoke to none other than Lightning Farron herself.

"Good for them" she replied coldly. I took in her appearance. She was wearing the guardian's core uniform, with a sleeveless turtleneck underneath the sleeveless white coat. The mini-skirt clung to her lower frame tightly, and her leather boots were well-worn. To top it all off, she wore the crimson shoulder cape on her right shoulder that identified her as Sergent. Looking at her, I grew a strange feeling in my gut. I mean, she definitely was a beautiful woman, especially brought to life and not CGI, but the idea that I could feel attracted to her? I shook my head, knowing the strange feeling was cause of the after effects of being transported inside of a game. That's the only thing it could be.

Thankfully, my distracting thought process was interrupted by the sound of gunfire coming from the small PSICOM birds zooming around. I took cover as Lightning forcefully grabbed a rocket launcher that resembled a RPG, locked her target, and blasted one of the damn things out of the sky. Sadly, the explosion caused a train cart to separated from us, fall of the tracks, bring down parts of the tracks, and allow people still oriented enough to fire at the swarming PSICOM soldiers, to do so.

Suddenly, the great hulking metal behemoth, also known as the first enemy in the game, dropped onto the moving train, causing a direct stop, and the whole thing began shaking. It's here, this'll be difficult. The game has truly become real.

The monster's fucking tail cut through most of the train, leaving only this car. A hole was punctured in the roof, as Lightning began marching towards the mechanical monster that awaited us there. I too began advancing to the creature, knowing that was our only way to get off this thing.

"Run!" Sazh yelled, as Lightning and I bolted towards the damned thing. "I meant away!" His cries fell upon deaf ears as we both hopped up to the roof of the train. Looking from the metal ogre in front to directly behind me, I saw the old man mustered his courage and climbed up. His face then grew quite surprised and fearful as he gauged the fight we had on our hands. Lightning seemed unfazed with her blade drawn, and a glare on her face. Even if I couldn't see myself, I know if I did, I would be intimidated. I could feel the deep glare full of hatred on my face that I wore when dealing with self-righteous assholes who jumped and maimed random targets for no reason except for he looked rich or like an easy target.

My hands found themselves at the hilts of my own blades, swiftly ripping them out of their sheathes. The blades I held with the tips down and the blade slightly angled towards me. Instinctively, I bent my knees and focused my center of gravity on the balls of my feet. I looked very much like the main character of an anime that I couldn't remember the name of when he was fighting against a giant bull-like monster. (A/N: If you've seen the anime, then you definitely remember that exhausting fight.)

"He-hey now, be cool! We can work this out." Sazh pleaded while crawling away from it. I turned my venom on him.

"You're trying to reason with it? You'll have better chance of shooting yourself in the dick with a gunblade in sword mode!" I was glade I was able to finish that, because as soon as I did, the hulking metal monstrosity dragged its arm across the top of the train attempting to knock us into the chasm below. Sazh scrambled backwards on his knees, I jumped back, and was wishing for a better view as Lightning back flipped.

"That's how it's gonna be now...what do we do?" He asked as he hastily got on his feet.

I noticed Lightning smirk slightly as she spoke, "Watch and learn."

"Watching it seems, is a better alternative for him than fighting." I didn't feel the slightest bit of humor that would normally flow through me as I spoke.

He didn't have a chance to respond as electrified drills began running on the damned things arms, and they came straight for Lightning. She hopped back away from the close shave, landed in a crouch, and took up a ready position with her knees slightly bent like mine, but she turned her body slightly, and held her sword arm in a lazy stance, waiting for the behemoth to make its next move. I began to feel and let the adrenaline pump through my veins, and in short, aside from all the hatred I felt for this machine, though I have no idea why I was feeling hatred, was that I was enjoying the thought of my blades slashing through it. I assumed the hatred was because of all the innocent lives it had just put in danger or ended entirely. The enjoyment though...I couldn't place. I shook my head slightly. Focus on the battle. Focus ahead of you, not anywhere in your mind. And for God's sake, stop staring at Lightning's ass! I was instantly jolted to reality, and focused all attention back to the beast. Sazh must have regained some sense, because he had, finally, drawn his two favorite pistols.

Lightning charged first at the Manasvin Warden, and dealt three fast blows beat before being forced to dodge a drill. Sazh offered cover fire, and I dashed forward, leaping into the air, and landed on the Warden's nose, as it was a giant AI controlled ship, with a horribly sharp tail. I reversed my grip on both swords, which I noticed had electricity running along the blades, and plunged them straight into it's head, and, hopefully, it's brain circuitry. The Warden shook and started smoking from the electricity, and I knew I wouldn't have that long a time window.

"Lightning, finish it! Now, you don't have much time to strike!"

I didn't have to tell her twice, as she was slashing and hacking at it with such speed and ferocity that I sworn she gave herself the name, Lightning, because of her speed. After about a minute of putting up with Lightning's abuse, the Warden bucked me off, and I got a great view of the city as I plummeted, back first, towards certain death. I knew I would end up a good looking, emo stain on the ground.

The one thing that was spewing out of my mouth was thus: "Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!"

Sazh, and surprisingly, Lightning called out.

"Kid!"

"No!"

Her voice, her worried sounding voice that usually so cold and emotionless, was the last thing I heard.

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