Hi there folks! Well, guess what? Yeah, that's right, it's a NEW CHAPTER! I
haven't updated this in, what, a year? Well, my friend was bugging me, and
so I finally decided to do chapter 6. Um, would you please review? I'm not
sure if this chapter is any good, 'cause I'm not sure but my writing style
seems to have changed over the year. . . Er, why am I ranting? Here is
chapter 6. 1 more thing, I fixed the whole Laguna thing I screwed up in by
changing the name to Seifer. I wasn't writing this 'cause I was so
embarrassed! But now I feel better. ^^;; Well, see ya!
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Cloud slowly opened his eyes. Where was he? His head felt terrible, and moving his eyes to look around made him dizzy. But he could tell that he was lying on his back, looking up towards the ceiling. His head started to clear, and he realized it was the ceiling of that room he had been in before. . .
The room! Everything came flooding back at once: the man, the odd room, the Heartless, and then attacking the man and blacking out. The dream itched at the back of his mind again as well, but he couldn't spend time thinking about it, not now. He needed to know the situation. Looking around again, he noticed that he wasn't lying on the floor, but instead seemed to be on a table. But he hardly noticed that at all compared to what was around him.
The junk piled on the tables now appeared even messier, if that was possible. The stacks of books and papers scattered around had been tipped over. Broken bits of glass that had once been jars lay on the tables and floor and the liquid contents soaked the papers. Some of the tables were on their side. It looked as if there had been some kind of fight. There was more reason to believe that a fight had taken place than just the mess all over the place.
Cloud's eyes widened in shock as he saw smears of red on the one of the walls. There was blood on the floor in some spots, as well. The dim lighting made the color look even darker, but you could still see it. Cloud raised his head a bit higher, even if his head was not fully clear, and he could see more blood in other places in the room. The room now told him there had not only been a fight, but it had been a sort of struggle.
'But, who fought?' Cloud wondered. 'And who won?' What had happened while he wasn't awake? He fully alerted himself, knowing he should get on the defense in case someone was still here. But he couldn't move his right arm. 'What?' Cloud looked down at it, and saw it was held down to the table by a leather strap. His legs were held down in the same fashion. 'What the heck?'
Looking at his left arm, he saw there was also a restraining device, but it was cut, allowing it free movement. 'What. . . the hell? That man must have put me here, that sick. . . So he was a scientist. But why is one of my arms free, then?' Cloud sat up as most he could and began to free himself with his left arm.
Cloud got off the table and looked around again. 'Where's my sword?' He spotted it in a corner of the room, and quickly ran over to it. Now that he was armed, he could explore and find out what the heck was going on. 'What if that guy is still here? I can't defeat him like this. . .! But maybe it was him who was attacked.' He walked cautiously through the room, and reluctantly went over to a spot where the blood seemed to be most.
Behind one of the tables, hidden in shadow, was a body. Cloud gasped and instantly held his Buster Blade ready, but the body did not move. He realized it was that guy from before. He was. . . dead. Cloud's eyes widened in astonishment.
Someone, or something, had come in here and had a fight with that man. And killed him. But how? Whatever it was, it must have been powerful to take that guy out like that. As Cloud looked closer at the man, he saw that most of the blood was dried. This had happened a while ago. But who. . . And why?
Suddenly something clicked in Cloud's mind. 'My left arm. . .' He ran over to the table he had been held down on, and looked at the left hand restraint. "It's. . . It was cut! A clean slice from a sword, by the looks of it." That meant. . .
Whoever had killed the man had also freed Cloud. But there was still something fishy. . . 'Whoever did it, is he really on my side? It would seem as if he would still be here if he meant any real help. Somehow, this smells like a trap instead. Is this guy my friend or enemy?' Still, he couldn't just sit in this room forever. He needed answers.
Sitting down on a table, Cloud got to thinking. Eventually his thoughts came to that dream he had had. Those girls. . . They were both so familiar. And that one guy. There was something about him, too. He strained his brain, demanding that it tell him who they were, but of course nothing came up. He put his head in his hands, not yet giving up.
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Leon slowly opened one eye. He resisted the urge to close it again; his eyelids felt so heavy. Slowly, he struggled to lift his head. His vision was a bit blurry, and the dark blue of the barely-lit room mixed everything together. He closed his eyes again.
'Where am I?' He wondered in his head. 'I have to clear my head. . . Or else I'll never get anywhere. Alright. . . where am I?' He thought back, and suddenly recalled that black haired man, that strange man that seemed inhuman. 'Him!' Leon's body seemed to be slowly waking up. He opened his eyes again. 'I blacked out, so where am I now?'
Looking around slowly- if the man was still here, Leon didn't want him to know he was awake yet- he looked at his surroundings. It appeared he was in a different room. Leon seemed to be sitting in a corner of the room on the floor. There was something next to him. With shock, he realized it was his Gunblade. 'Why. . . is that here? I thought that whoever the guy was, he wouldn't want me to be armed. Or maybe he thinks I'm not a threat.' That last thought was filled with anger. Leon could remember how confident the man had seemed even when Leon had attacked him.
Leon quickly ran his eyes over the room again. No one else was in it. Standing up, he grabbed his Gunblade and began to walk further into the room. He was careful to note the surroundings. There was one large table in the middle of the room, like a desk. It had some small stacks of papers on it, but most were scattered about. There was a chair to the desk as well, though it was tipped over and lying on its side. It seemed almost as if someone had been in here, but had left in a hurry. Leon also noticed a door on the wall across from him.
He carefully made his way to the door. Something near by on the wall caught his eye. A crack. It looked as if something had hit into it pretty hard. By why was that of any importance? 'It could've been there before.' Leon told himself. 'Stop picking over every detail.'
He turned around from the door, back to the desk. If there was anything that could help him on there, he would find it. He glanced at the papers- anything of use could be written on them. As Leon read some of them, they didn't make much sense. They all talked about something he had never heard of before. He looked at one that seemed to be written in handwriting instead of computer type. This one he did understand, or at least more than he could make out of the others.
It talked about the Heartless. It seemed to be a report on all the observations made about the darkness and the Heartless. It reminded him of Ansem's Report, but this was different. As Leon read the report, his eyes grew wider with each word. This man, if he was the one who had written this, really DID know a lot about the Heartless. More information then he had ever seen was right in this packet of papers.
Leon realized he couldn't read it all. There wasn't enough time, and he had to be on his guard- he still didn't know where he was. Leon glanced to the bottom of the page and found what he was looking for: a name. The report was signed, Ordeon. Leon smirked. He now knew a name, and that was the first step.
He walked back to the door and prepared to grab the handle. His hand carrying his Gunblade gripped the hilt of his sword tightly. His other hand paused in front of the handle. This was it. If someone was behind that door, he could blow his only chance of escape by doing this. But if he stayed in this room, it was only a matter of time until the owner came back. He grabbed the handle, brought up his Gunbalde, and threw the door open.
On the other side of the door was. . . nothing. It was a hallway, again barely lit by a few lights. It seemed to stretch on for a while, but he couldn't see how far due to the shadows. 'Well, here we go.' Leon thought to himself. He began walking down the hallway.
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Ok, so how was it? Heh, I'd like to know. So, thanks for reading! Please review!!!!!
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Cloud slowly opened his eyes. Where was he? His head felt terrible, and moving his eyes to look around made him dizzy. But he could tell that he was lying on his back, looking up towards the ceiling. His head started to clear, and he realized it was the ceiling of that room he had been in before. . .
The room! Everything came flooding back at once: the man, the odd room, the Heartless, and then attacking the man and blacking out. The dream itched at the back of his mind again as well, but he couldn't spend time thinking about it, not now. He needed to know the situation. Looking around again, he noticed that he wasn't lying on the floor, but instead seemed to be on a table. But he hardly noticed that at all compared to what was around him.
The junk piled on the tables now appeared even messier, if that was possible. The stacks of books and papers scattered around had been tipped over. Broken bits of glass that had once been jars lay on the tables and floor and the liquid contents soaked the papers. Some of the tables were on their side. It looked as if there had been some kind of fight. There was more reason to believe that a fight had taken place than just the mess all over the place.
Cloud's eyes widened in shock as he saw smears of red on the one of the walls. There was blood on the floor in some spots, as well. The dim lighting made the color look even darker, but you could still see it. Cloud raised his head a bit higher, even if his head was not fully clear, and he could see more blood in other places in the room. The room now told him there had not only been a fight, but it had been a sort of struggle.
'But, who fought?' Cloud wondered. 'And who won?' What had happened while he wasn't awake? He fully alerted himself, knowing he should get on the defense in case someone was still here. But he couldn't move his right arm. 'What?' Cloud looked down at it, and saw it was held down to the table by a leather strap. His legs were held down in the same fashion. 'What the heck?'
Looking at his left arm, he saw there was also a restraining device, but it was cut, allowing it free movement. 'What. . . the hell? That man must have put me here, that sick. . . So he was a scientist. But why is one of my arms free, then?' Cloud sat up as most he could and began to free himself with his left arm.
Cloud got off the table and looked around again. 'Where's my sword?' He spotted it in a corner of the room, and quickly ran over to it. Now that he was armed, he could explore and find out what the heck was going on. 'What if that guy is still here? I can't defeat him like this. . .! But maybe it was him who was attacked.' He walked cautiously through the room, and reluctantly went over to a spot where the blood seemed to be most.
Behind one of the tables, hidden in shadow, was a body. Cloud gasped and instantly held his Buster Blade ready, but the body did not move. He realized it was that guy from before. He was. . . dead. Cloud's eyes widened in astonishment.
Someone, or something, had come in here and had a fight with that man. And killed him. But how? Whatever it was, it must have been powerful to take that guy out like that. As Cloud looked closer at the man, he saw that most of the blood was dried. This had happened a while ago. But who. . . And why?
Suddenly something clicked in Cloud's mind. 'My left arm. . .' He ran over to the table he had been held down on, and looked at the left hand restraint. "It's. . . It was cut! A clean slice from a sword, by the looks of it." That meant. . .
Whoever had killed the man had also freed Cloud. But there was still something fishy. . . 'Whoever did it, is he really on my side? It would seem as if he would still be here if he meant any real help. Somehow, this smells like a trap instead. Is this guy my friend or enemy?' Still, he couldn't just sit in this room forever. He needed answers.
Sitting down on a table, Cloud got to thinking. Eventually his thoughts came to that dream he had had. Those girls. . . They were both so familiar. And that one guy. There was something about him, too. He strained his brain, demanding that it tell him who they were, but of course nothing came up. He put his head in his hands, not yet giving up.
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Leon slowly opened one eye. He resisted the urge to close it again; his eyelids felt so heavy. Slowly, he struggled to lift his head. His vision was a bit blurry, and the dark blue of the barely-lit room mixed everything together. He closed his eyes again.
'Where am I?' He wondered in his head. 'I have to clear my head. . . Or else I'll never get anywhere. Alright. . . where am I?' He thought back, and suddenly recalled that black haired man, that strange man that seemed inhuman. 'Him!' Leon's body seemed to be slowly waking up. He opened his eyes again. 'I blacked out, so where am I now?'
Looking around slowly- if the man was still here, Leon didn't want him to know he was awake yet- he looked at his surroundings. It appeared he was in a different room. Leon seemed to be sitting in a corner of the room on the floor. There was something next to him. With shock, he realized it was his Gunblade. 'Why. . . is that here? I thought that whoever the guy was, he wouldn't want me to be armed. Or maybe he thinks I'm not a threat.' That last thought was filled with anger. Leon could remember how confident the man had seemed even when Leon had attacked him.
Leon quickly ran his eyes over the room again. No one else was in it. Standing up, he grabbed his Gunblade and began to walk further into the room. He was careful to note the surroundings. There was one large table in the middle of the room, like a desk. It had some small stacks of papers on it, but most were scattered about. There was a chair to the desk as well, though it was tipped over and lying on its side. It seemed almost as if someone had been in here, but had left in a hurry. Leon also noticed a door on the wall across from him.
He carefully made his way to the door. Something near by on the wall caught his eye. A crack. It looked as if something had hit into it pretty hard. By why was that of any importance? 'It could've been there before.' Leon told himself. 'Stop picking over every detail.'
He turned around from the door, back to the desk. If there was anything that could help him on there, he would find it. He glanced at the papers- anything of use could be written on them. As Leon read some of them, they didn't make much sense. They all talked about something he had never heard of before. He looked at one that seemed to be written in handwriting instead of computer type. This one he did understand, or at least more than he could make out of the others.
It talked about the Heartless. It seemed to be a report on all the observations made about the darkness and the Heartless. It reminded him of Ansem's Report, but this was different. As Leon read the report, his eyes grew wider with each word. This man, if he was the one who had written this, really DID know a lot about the Heartless. More information then he had ever seen was right in this packet of papers.
Leon realized he couldn't read it all. There wasn't enough time, and he had to be on his guard- he still didn't know where he was. Leon glanced to the bottom of the page and found what he was looking for: a name. The report was signed, Ordeon. Leon smirked. He now knew a name, and that was the first step.
He walked back to the door and prepared to grab the handle. His hand carrying his Gunblade gripped the hilt of his sword tightly. His other hand paused in front of the handle. This was it. If someone was behind that door, he could blow his only chance of escape by doing this. But if he stayed in this room, it was only a matter of time until the owner came back. He grabbed the handle, brought up his Gunbalde, and threw the door open.
On the other side of the door was. . . nothing. It was a hallway, again barely lit by a few lights. It seemed to stretch on for a while, but he couldn't see how far due to the shadows. 'Well, here we go.' Leon thought to himself. He began walking down the hallway.
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Ok, so how was it? Heh, I'd like to know. So, thanks for reading! Please review!!!!!
