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This is a VERY AU fic, don't like it don't read it got that.
And I'm VERY aware that this is a rip off of a ton of ideas, you don't have to tell me that. Just read it, It's going to be crazy...
¨¨°º©o., Chapter 1: Phone Call ,.o©º°¨¨
The city was dark, like any other city these days. Dark filled with pestilence and greed. Bums and gang members plagued the street forcing everyone to carry a gun for their own protection. Not to mention the corporate men and the SeeD patrols. SeeD was the only type of law enforcement we had any more. And most of them were dirty, very dirty.
Most common citizens had taken the law into their own hands. It was strange walking across the street to see an old lady with an AK-47 in her hands, defending herself from street thugs. Chivalry was a thing of the past; some chicks I knew in my hometown could kick my ass.
Cybered up and weaponed out. Practically no one was cyber free anymore. You name it; they had an implant for it. Cybernetic eyes, Faster reflexes, power upgrade. Hell, I even knew one guy that lost his leg. Two days later they had grown him a new one. Bioware and Cyberware, if you had the goods you ruled the world. Any form of government had been crushed by the up-rise of the Corporations many years ago. The big corps ruled everything now in their huge moving buildings. Galbadia, Balamb, hell even Trabia had put itself on the map. And they ruled the SeeDs, there by ruling the common people. It was a simple chain of command. One the corporations weren't going to let go of easily.
Things were crazy when the Galbadian Corporation had taken over my old town. Apparently our mayor didn't agree with the SeeD occupation in the town. Just one day their huge floating building appeared over us, and started to grease people down with their lasers. Luckily I had been fast enough to get out of there before the entire place was left in ruin. If you didn't like the way they ran things, well they took care of you quick.
Me? I'm Seifer Almasy. That's about all I remember about myself. I think I used to be a corporate man. I probably worked for Balamb, or some shit like that. Why can't I remember? Well that's easy to answer; I'm a Mnemonic Carrier. Yeah I carry data in my head. Sounds crazy eh? Actually it's a great way to make money. They dump a chunk of your memory and replace it with a piece of plastic cyberware. Usually called a GF.
My most recent upgrade I forked out a ton of Gil. The GF Bahamut 2001, was more then worth it. My memory capacity doubled. To make room for the upgrade I had to drop almost all my memories. I think there must have been some things I wanted to forget.
So after I left my small hometown I came here, to Dollet. Little shit hole located on the nuclear coast. Been here about a week. And trust me I've all ready hit a load of trouble.
I wandered the streets looking for work. I got a few small gigs, making a name for myself. It wasn't easy in that town. There are so many underhanded dirty corporate men wandering around. Gotta watch your back. Or perhaps they should watch theirs.
So one day there I was wondering down the ancient cobble stone road trying to shake the sense of familiarity that this place gave me. My cell phone started ringing, and I ripped it from my pocket. Jacking it open, I brought it to my ear in one quick movement.
"Almasy" I said into the phone. Hesitation, I could hear someone breathing on the other end.
"I need help, rumor is your one of the best guys on the street" A female voice. I raised one blond eyebrow, a smirk instantly coming to my face.
"That's what they say" I drawled into the phone.
"Meet me at the Onyx Rose, midnight" she said into the phone.
"All right" I said waiting for further instructions.
"My codename is Dorothy, yours will be scarecrow" her voice flew from the phone just as she hung up. Never give the SeeD's enough time to track a call for a job. It was usual protocol; sometimes you had three or four phone calls till it was all done. Trust me you didn't want those SeeD's putting their nose in their business.
I flipped the phone shut before putting it back into my pocket. I happened to know the Onyx Rose was a dirty nightclub located on the far side of ton. I would say that it was in the slums, but hell almost the whole place was slums.
Scarecrow, I kinda liked that. So my plastic-filled head and me set out for across town, going to meet a Dorothy.
Good thing, I got that job cause I was getting short on Gil.
Short I know, longer chapter next time. I am a little doubtful about this.
It is the first time I've written in First person, and also my frist AU.
So I'm very scared that it sucks.
So since I love you all so much, review and let me know if this made ANY sense to you!
This is a VERY AU fic, don't like it don't read it got that.
And I'm VERY aware that this is a rip off of a ton of ideas, you don't have to tell me that. Just read it, It's going to be crazy...
¨¨°º©o., Chapter 1: Phone Call ,.o©º°¨¨
The city was dark, like any other city these days. Dark filled with pestilence and greed. Bums and gang members plagued the street forcing everyone to carry a gun for their own protection. Not to mention the corporate men and the SeeD patrols. SeeD was the only type of law enforcement we had any more. And most of them were dirty, very dirty.
Most common citizens had taken the law into their own hands. It was strange walking across the street to see an old lady with an AK-47 in her hands, defending herself from street thugs. Chivalry was a thing of the past; some chicks I knew in my hometown could kick my ass.
Cybered up and weaponed out. Practically no one was cyber free anymore. You name it; they had an implant for it. Cybernetic eyes, Faster reflexes, power upgrade. Hell, I even knew one guy that lost his leg. Two days later they had grown him a new one. Bioware and Cyberware, if you had the goods you ruled the world. Any form of government had been crushed by the up-rise of the Corporations many years ago. The big corps ruled everything now in their huge moving buildings. Galbadia, Balamb, hell even Trabia had put itself on the map. And they ruled the SeeDs, there by ruling the common people. It was a simple chain of command. One the corporations weren't going to let go of easily.
Things were crazy when the Galbadian Corporation had taken over my old town. Apparently our mayor didn't agree with the SeeD occupation in the town. Just one day their huge floating building appeared over us, and started to grease people down with their lasers. Luckily I had been fast enough to get out of there before the entire place was left in ruin. If you didn't like the way they ran things, well they took care of you quick.
Me? I'm Seifer Almasy. That's about all I remember about myself. I think I used to be a corporate man. I probably worked for Balamb, or some shit like that. Why can't I remember? Well that's easy to answer; I'm a Mnemonic Carrier. Yeah I carry data in my head. Sounds crazy eh? Actually it's a great way to make money. They dump a chunk of your memory and replace it with a piece of plastic cyberware. Usually called a GF.
My most recent upgrade I forked out a ton of Gil. The GF Bahamut 2001, was more then worth it. My memory capacity doubled. To make room for the upgrade I had to drop almost all my memories. I think there must have been some things I wanted to forget.
So after I left my small hometown I came here, to Dollet. Little shit hole located on the nuclear coast. Been here about a week. And trust me I've all ready hit a load of trouble.
I wandered the streets looking for work. I got a few small gigs, making a name for myself. It wasn't easy in that town. There are so many underhanded dirty corporate men wandering around. Gotta watch your back. Or perhaps they should watch theirs.
So one day there I was wondering down the ancient cobble stone road trying to shake the sense of familiarity that this place gave me. My cell phone started ringing, and I ripped it from my pocket. Jacking it open, I brought it to my ear in one quick movement.
"Almasy" I said into the phone. Hesitation, I could hear someone breathing on the other end.
"I need help, rumor is your one of the best guys on the street" A female voice. I raised one blond eyebrow, a smirk instantly coming to my face.
"That's what they say" I drawled into the phone.
"Meet me at the Onyx Rose, midnight" she said into the phone.
"All right" I said waiting for further instructions.
"My codename is Dorothy, yours will be scarecrow" her voice flew from the phone just as she hung up. Never give the SeeD's enough time to track a call for a job. It was usual protocol; sometimes you had three or four phone calls till it was all done. Trust me you didn't want those SeeD's putting their nose in their business.
I flipped the phone shut before putting it back into my pocket. I happened to know the Onyx Rose was a dirty nightclub located on the far side of ton. I would say that it was in the slums, but hell almost the whole place was slums.
Scarecrow, I kinda liked that. So my plastic-filled head and me set out for across town, going to meet a Dorothy.
Good thing, I got that job cause I was getting short on Gil.
Short I know, longer chapter next time. I am a little doubtful about this.
It is the first time I've written in First person, and also my frist AU.
So I'm very scared that it sucks.
So since I love you all so much, review and let me know if this made ANY sense to you!