Broken Shadows
a FF7 fan-fic
by Brian Little
He slid himself beside a tree to stay unnoticed by the creature that stalked these
dark woods.
The monstrosity that silenty dipped between the trees must have been 12 feet in
length and 8 in height. The creature made litte noise, except for its slow pounding feet
arcross the ground. In a few moments the thing would be in a clearing, and the it would
be his.
The beast had not smelled him yet. A low gurgle came from its gullet as it moved
its head around a tree. It had made a fatal mistake.
The light glinted from the short bladed katana as it slowy broke free from its
leather home at his side. The ring of the blade was just enough to alert the Behemoth. It
eyes narrowed as it searched the area. It grunted as its nostrals flared at the smell that was
detected. It was his smell. To late, the creature knew he was there it was not going to be
easy to take the creature down.
It charged with it maw dripping with warm saliva. He dashed with his blade close.
He could fell his heart thump as he came closer to the beast. The thing opened its
gapping jaws even more to prepare to swallow him.
At the last second he was in the air and the blade was ready to take the beast to
the take life. It was a swift blow right across the Behemoths throat. It was a mortal blow.
His feet hit ground like bag of feathers.
He spun around to look into the monsters eyes, and he could see the very light
leave them as the thing slumped to the ground without a sound, except from thump of his
limp body rolling onto the mossy forest floor.
He had high hopes that the creature wouldn't have spotted him. But none the less
the experience from that short battle added with the other 12 kills he had made that day
would be an efficient boost to help him find his goal. 'Far easier then I would have
expected' he thought gently to himself.
The battles had left there wounds and he needed a place wash the blood off. As he
walked to near by water whole he knew of, he recaped to himself on this two years in the
wilderness.
'Two whole years of training my body and mind, to make my reflexs sharp as a
needle and bring my strength to that beyond commonly seen. When I entered these thick
woods I was only 15 and the memory of my fathers murder was still burning my soul. It
still does.
'After these years I have found myself. Such a hard thing after your prepare your
soul and mind to die. Who would have thought metor would have just been blown away
by the winds of holy? So many died because of that bastard and his friends. He killed
countless soliders in Midgar, Juno, and where and whenever he saw the name Shinra. My
father was one of his victims.
'Something in my bones tells me he is the very man responsible for the death of
my father. Now I am strong enough to kill him. I'll find the man with blonde hair.
a FF7 fan-fic
by Brian Little
He slid himself beside a tree to stay unnoticed by the creature that stalked these
dark woods.
The monstrosity that silenty dipped between the trees must have been 12 feet in
length and 8 in height. The creature made litte noise, except for its slow pounding feet
arcross the ground. In a few moments the thing would be in a clearing, and the it would
be his.
The beast had not smelled him yet. A low gurgle came from its gullet as it moved
its head around a tree. It had made a fatal mistake.
The light glinted from the short bladed katana as it slowy broke free from its
leather home at his side. The ring of the blade was just enough to alert the Behemoth. It
eyes narrowed as it searched the area. It grunted as its nostrals flared at the smell that was
detected. It was his smell. To late, the creature knew he was there it was not going to be
easy to take the creature down.
It charged with it maw dripping with warm saliva. He dashed with his blade close.
He could fell his heart thump as he came closer to the beast. The thing opened its
gapping jaws even more to prepare to swallow him.
At the last second he was in the air and the blade was ready to take the beast to
the take life. It was a swift blow right across the Behemoths throat. It was a mortal blow.
His feet hit ground like bag of feathers.
He spun around to look into the monsters eyes, and he could see the very light
leave them as the thing slumped to the ground without a sound, except from thump of his
limp body rolling onto the mossy forest floor.
He had high hopes that the creature wouldn't have spotted him. But none the less
the experience from that short battle added with the other 12 kills he had made that day
would be an efficient boost to help him find his goal. 'Far easier then I would have
expected' he thought gently to himself.
The battles had left there wounds and he needed a place wash the blood off. As he
walked to near by water whole he knew of, he recaped to himself on this two years in the
wilderness.
'Two whole years of training my body and mind, to make my reflexs sharp as a
needle and bring my strength to that beyond commonly seen. When I entered these thick
woods I was only 15 and the memory of my fathers murder was still burning my soul. It
still does.
'After these years I have found myself. Such a hard thing after your prepare your
soul and mind to die. Who would have thought metor would have just been blown away
by the winds of holy? So many died because of that bastard and his friends. He killed
countless soliders in Midgar, Juno, and where and whenever he saw the name Shinra. My
father was one of his victims.
'Something in my bones tells me he is the very man responsible for the death of
my father. Now I am strong enough to kill him. I'll find the man with blonde hair.