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Chapter Two: The Mission Begins Notes: I decided I'd better get along with this, because it's not going to stop nagging me until I do. So, for the...one person who reviewed- and put this on favorites list none the less- Yuffie Gainsborogh-Reeve--Here's the contination! I stood motionless, my eyes wide and my mouth wider. 'This is not happening... I am not seeing this...' I told myself. Then, from a mixture of fear and exaushtion, I collapsed into a dreamless unconsiousness. I don't know how long I was out, but when I awoke, the blaze that seemed to sybolize my life so well was nothing more than a few whispy traces of smoke and a charred houseframe. I couldn't think of anything to do. I had just lost my sister...the only family I had... Because of them. Those four that had burst into my house last night. They took the records of the JENOVA Project. 'What could they possibly want with that?' I mentally slapped myself. 'What do you think Alli? They want to revive Sephiroth--or even worse...JENOVA itsself!' I stumbled to my feet. The realization of my duty now filled my head. I was the only one who knew this happened. It's up to me to stop them! Then it hit me: If they were going to revive evil...why couldn't I revive good? If I could somehow get back the AVALANCHE team, they could save the world again! I just saw one problem in my plan... The computer was now parading as charred plastic and machinery. I uttered a small curse as I started to walk down the hill, into the town of Midgar. So much for that idea. But I had to do something and fast. I stumbled into a small cafe on the outskirts of Midgar. The owner looked at me oddly, but said nothing as I slid into a booth. "What can I get ya?" a waitress walked up to me. "Can I get a coffee please?" I asked, barely above a whisper. I sat back in the fluffy comfort of the booth and tried to think. But being through all I had in the past 24 hours, my brain just wanted to rest. And I was more than happy to comply. My coffee came. After pouring a rather heavy amount of sugar and cream into it, I silently sipped and wathced the people in the cafe. Just leave it be... a small voice in my head uttered, Forget all about it, and live your life. You can't be a hero, so there's no use trying. You'l only get yourself killed. I almost chuckled. 'You're right about one thing,' I mentally told the voice, 'I'm going to live my life. And if that involves being a hero, I'm damn well going to try!' I pulled out some gil and left it on the table for the coffee. Something seemed funny to me that the men had stolen computer information, but neglected to pickpocket me. Not what they wanted, I guessed. Walking out of the cafe, I then realized that I didn't know where I was going next. I decided that the Midgar Library might be a good place to find some information. Getting on one of the computer terminals that lined the walls of the library, I searched the historical databases. Of course, all it took to get into the information I needed was a few guessed passowrds. Yes, children, I was a hacker. The frames whirled past my screen at alarming rates. I knew if I ddn't find the files I wated soon, I was going to have to stop- and even if I did find them, I was going to have one hell of a headache. I halted the search at one particular frame. It was severely old, dating back to the pre-Meteor scare so long ago. I was surprised this hadn't been deleted yet. I printed out the frame, not even reading it. After stuffing the paper in my pocket, I bolted for the center of Midgar. I didn't really know what I expected to find, but I searched the streets carefully. Basically in my own worlld, I was rudely brought back to reality by someone shoving me. I stumbled to keep my balance. "Whadduya think we gots here?" a rather smug, accented voice asked. I whirled around to face two men. One large and silent, the other, rather short and laughing. The large one made a lunge at me, but I quickly side-stepped. I turned to run, but realized I was trapped in an alleyway. "We ain't gonna hurt ya," the short one laughed, "Jus' as long as ya hang over al ya money!" The large man had taken this opportunity to grab my wrist, while I was preoccupied with the short one. I struggled, but was no match for him. "Let her go!" another voice shouted. The two men looked curiously at where the voice had sounded. I seized that oppourtunity to slip my wrist out of the large man's grip. I unintentionally ran towards the sound of the voice that had saved me. I found a young woman, about my age. She had pale lavender hair and bright blue eyes. She smirked at me as I skidded to a halt in front of her. "This way!" she took my arm and pulled me out of the alley. She stopped a bit away, and opened a manhole cover in the road. "What?" I gasped. I was extremely confused by this whole ordeal, and everything was becoming very swirled. She didn't have to tell me twice. We plummeted down under the streets of Midgar, and landed in the sewers. "Thank you," I said rather breathlessly. "No problem. I'm Kirie, by the way." "A-Allitra," I managed to say, before the spinning of the world around me stopped. And everything went black. A/N: Okay! I really wanted to get into the Seph thing by now, but I'll do it next chapter I guess. Well, not much to say, except please R&R!! "Like Cait Sith on crack, so are the days of a Final Fantasy writer..." (To which Cait replied: 'Yes dammit! CRACK CRACK!!!') |
To Bring Back the Past
By: Karu Leonnese