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Authors note: I hope you are all enjoying this so far because I am. Please if you review be honest?
Speech " " Thought ' ' Dream ******
Chapter 2: Dead man walking
Dariel walked down the grey panelled hallway and looked at the printed lettering on the wall it read, B-16. He carried on walking, watching his feet moving over the mild green flooring. In his right hand he gripped tightly his mothers katana, his knuckles whitened as he gripped tighter. He would show them, he wouldn't fall so easily. There wasn't a chance in hell that this would kill him. None at all. He passed through the security sealed gates and noticed the immediate change in the surroundings, it was a lot warmer and he heard the sounds of birds chirping overhead. Secluded amongst the trees that surrounded the training centre, most likely hidden from the threats that were littered around the centre.
He wrapped the hanging cord from the sheath tightly around his left hand and withdrew the katana with the right. He held the blade diagonally towards the floor and hesitantly approached a small clearing to his right, a rustling from the nearby bush caught Dariel's attention. He neared it cautiously, from within the bush a Grat burst forth at Dariel, bringing the katana up to defend himself Dariel severed two of the Grat's long appendages. With a placement of his feet he kicked back at the Grat and sent it onto its back, its remaining two appendages waved around in the air. The bulbous ends swiped at Dariel. Stood over the injured creature Dariel brought back his katana and drove the blade through its bloated belly. Thick green blood oozed out from the deep gash and dripped over his hand as he withdrew the blade. As the Grat lay dying Dariel wiped the green blood off on his trouser leg, the green fluid had a oily feel to it and smelt slightly of herbicides.
He scowled at the overpowering smell and tried to wipe it off on his trousers to no avail. Just out of the corner of his eye he saw another Grat shrink back into the brush after witnessing the scene before it. Dariel ran after it, sword held tighter in his hand and burst through the bush into the clearing. He stopped in his tracks at the spectacle before him, the Grat's long snake like appendage dropped with a thump at Dariel's feet. The oily green blood splattered on his dark boots, he looked up and watched as the messed up remains off the Grat was thrown through the air and into the bushes. He looked up, frozen in place as the T-Rexaur let out a blood curdling roar that echoed around the training centre.
The monstrosity before him bared its huge pointed teeth in a wicked like smile, green blood clung to its teeth as it let out another deafening roar. Dariel took several steps back as it turned his way, he sheathed his katana and held it out horizontally in front of himself, then placing it slightly to his left side he placed his right hand onto the handle. He did it almost instinctively as he remembered his mothers teachings in what she had compared to as a gun slingers quick draw. The giant tanned beast lunged for him as he pulled the blade out horizontally and raked it across its giant snout, the beast flipped its head back as it let out another roar. Blood trailed from the thin streak across its snout and dropped to the sparse grass below, Dariel saw his chance and backed off further into the centre.
Dariel retreated into the brush, he may have been looking to blow off some steam but he wasn't stupid enough to stand alone against a T-Rexaur. At least not with this nagging pain at the back of his mind. Dariel headed towards the training centre balcony to be alone, unlucky for him someone was already there. He slouched down on a nearby wooden bench and rested his sheathed katana by his side and then placed his head in his hands and tried to concentrate on the pain disappearing. "It's getting worse isn't it?" he looked up at the male that was speaking to him. Seeing who it was he stood to attention and saluted. "Commander Leonhart?"
Squall gestured towards the bench "Please, sit." Dariel held up his hand and lent against the balcony rail "I'm fine, what were you saying Commander?" Squall shook his head and lent against the balcony as well. "Please, call me Squall." He turned to face Dariel "When you went to visit the infirmary earlier, I was in the rear chamber waiting for Dr. Kadowaki and accidentally overheard your conversation with her." Squall slumped back against the railing "I'm sorry." Dariel looked at the ground 'Great, just great!' "So you know I'm going to die?" Dariel looked at Squall who seemed uneasy "Yeah."
Dariel went over to the wooden bench, grabbing his sword he looked over his shoulder "I better be going." he started back towards the brush. "Dariel wait, we need to talk." Squall ran over and placed a hand on his shoulder, just as he did so both the men were thrown off their feet by a huge blood covered snout bursting through the brush. Dariel rolled to his left while Squall ran back to the balcony railing where he had left Lionheart, his gun blade. Both stood side by side, swords raised and cautiously approached the monstrosity. Holding back Lionheart with his right hand he extended his left, fingers spread wide he began chanting under his breath. Taking up his classic stance Dariel charged at the T-Rexaur and brought the katana across its clawed minute arm and severed all three digits on its left hand.
The digits hit the ground and covered the dirt in crimson as the creature reared back its head and roared in agony again. Cold air ran over Dariel's neck as Squall's ice magic impacted against the monsters chest, it stumbled back knocking into trees as it did. The creature roared and charged at both its victims, Dariel tried to shout a warning at Squall who was concentrating on releasing another ice blast at it. Squall looked up as the spell was finished and got thrown into the balcony by the powerful charge of the T-Rexaur. Squall stumbled to the floor as the T-Rexaur fell into more trees as the ice blast struck it once again. "Squall?!" He failed to answer Dariel's pleas. Dariel looked from Squall to the T-Rexaur and tightened his grip on the katana and charged.
The T-Rexaur looked at the piece of food running at it and for the first time in its life it was scared for the food's eyes seemed to glow with some inner fire.
The T-Rexaur snapped at empty air as Dariel side stepped and thrust the katana through its right eyeball, twisting it as he withdrew the blade and dived out of the way as the monstrosity swung its large head. Crimson splattered the floor as the creature continued its rampage, Dariel stood back and waited for it to advance. Dariel swatted the air with his blade causing the warm crimson to free itself from the blade, smirking he sheathed his blade.
The T-Rexaur eyed the piece of meat up with its one remaining eye and hesitated, it had never felt fear like this before. Not before a mere piece of meat. It arched its head back and roared, then it charged.
Dariel readied himself then leapt at the appropriate moment, he flew past the creatures neck and brought his blade out stroking up its lower jaw as he landed on the base of its neck. Perched on its neck he raised the blade over his head and twisted it around before brining it directly down into its cranium. Blood flowed from the wound and seeped down the side of the T-Rexaur's head as it swung around frantically trying to dislodge him. Holding tightly to the handle Dariel tried his hardest not to be dislodged from his perch. Leaning on the blade he twisted as it started to slide through as if it as a warm knife through butter. As the beast fell into a clump of trees Dariel fell and the blade came with him cutting the beasts throat as he kept his grip on the handle.
Dariel stood back as the beast roared one last time, the ground shook violently as the beast fell to the floor. The beast looked up at him from the floor and blinked its one eye. "I'll end your suffering." Dariel walked up to the beast and nodded towards the brave creature and brought the blade down into its already opened skull and twisted severing its brain. Dariel turned to Squall and saw him sat against the railing watching the spectacle before him. Dariel swished the blade cleaning it and approached Squall "You okay?" Squall nodded and smiled "You're a mess." Dariel looked down at himself and saw that his clothes were covered in crimson. Extending his hand to Squall he helped him up and together they made their way through the centre to the exit.
They both stood at the base of the elevator in the main hall and waited for its descent. "Dariel?" Dariel looked to Squall with interest "Today is the day of your field test." Dariel looked puzzled "And?" Squall hesitated then answered "With light on your . . . Condition, Headmaster Cid thought it would be best if you didn't go." Dariel looked at the marble tiling and shuffled his feet uncomfortably 'What does he know.' he looked to Squall "And why's that?" Squall stood straight "With your condition Dr. Kadowaki thinks that it would be best if you stayed here and saved your strength." The lift sounded with a ding and Dariel stepped on, tapping the button he watched the doors start to close. "I'm going!" the doors closed leaving Squall stood alone in the hallway.
Squall smiled 'Stubborn!' he started to walk away. 'Don't see the likeness though.' "Squall?" he turned at the sound of his name being called by Quistis. "Yes?" She crossed her arms and stood before him "So what's going on with Dariel's test?" he looked at her tight lipped "He's going, like we thought he would." She looked glum but nodded anyway. "So where to?" Squall started towards the elevator "Prep the Ragnarok, we're off to the Centra Ruins." She looked up at him shocked "So that means the GF that he will be facing is . . ." Squall nodded "Odin."
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I'm sorry I haven't done any shout outs yet, kind of had problems, then I was in a hurry to post the last chapter and totally forgot. Anyway here you go:
Twin-Lance: I'm glad you are enjoying my fic and hope to keep you entertained, I'm complimented that you have taken it upon yourself to add me to your favourites and author alerts. I have done the same with your fics and for those of you who have not read them, then I urge you to.
Peptuck3: Glad you also enjoyed it, sorry about the comma's. Like I say I'm new to this. Not to worry, more blood to come and in detail.
Evan'sRinoa: Thanks for the welcome, if you read the last chapter then you'll know that Dariel did in fact help his mother. I do kind of have it planned out, kind of. Anyway no nasty reviews so all's good so far.
Malciah: Here you go two more chapters, I can't say if they're better or not, I'll let you decide.
Authors note: I hope you are all enjoying this so far because I am. Please if you review be honest?
Speech " " Thought ' ' Dream ******
Chapter 2: Dead man walking
Dariel walked down the grey panelled hallway and looked at the printed lettering on the wall it read, B-16. He carried on walking, watching his feet moving over the mild green flooring. In his right hand he gripped tightly his mothers katana, his knuckles whitened as he gripped tighter. He would show them, he wouldn't fall so easily. There wasn't a chance in hell that this would kill him. None at all. He passed through the security sealed gates and noticed the immediate change in the surroundings, it was a lot warmer and he heard the sounds of birds chirping overhead. Secluded amongst the trees that surrounded the training centre, most likely hidden from the threats that were littered around the centre.
He wrapped the hanging cord from the sheath tightly around his left hand and withdrew the katana with the right. He held the blade diagonally towards the floor and hesitantly approached a small clearing to his right, a rustling from the nearby bush caught Dariel's attention. He neared it cautiously, from within the bush a Grat burst forth at Dariel, bringing the katana up to defend himself Dariel severed two of the Grat's long appendages. With a placement of his feet he kicked back at the Grat and sent it onto its back, its remaining two appendages waved around in the air. The bulbous ends swiped at Dariel. Stood over the injured creature Dariel brought back his katana and drove the blade through its bloated belly. Thick green blood oozed out from the deep gash and dripped over his hand as he withdrew the blade. As the Grat lay dying Dariel wiped the green blood off on his trouser leg, the green fluid had a oily feel to it and smelt slightly of herbicides.
He scowled at the overpowering smell and tried to wipe it off on his trousers to no avail. Just out of the corner of his eye he saw another Grat shrink back into the brush after witnessing the scene before it. Dariel ran after it, sword held tighter in his hand and burst through the bush into the clearing. He stopped in his tracks at the spectacle before him, the Grat's long snake like appendage dropped with a thump at Dariel's feet. The oily green blood splattered on his dark boots, he looked up and watched as the messed up remains off the Grat was thrown through the air and into the bushes. He looked up, frozen in place as the T-Rexaur let out a blood curdling roar that echoed around the training centre.
The monstrosity before him bared its huge pointed teeth in a wicked like smile, green blood clung to its teeth as it let out another deafening roar. Dariel took several steps back as it turned his way, he sheathed his katana and held it out horizontally in front of himself, then placing it slightly to his left side he placed his right hand onto the handle. He did it almost instinctively as he remembered his mothers teachings in what she had compared to as a gun slingers quick draw. The giant tanned beast lunged for him as he pulled the blade out horizontally and raked it across its giant snout, the beast flipped its head back as it let out another roar. Blood trailed from the thin streak across its snout and dropped to the sparse grass below, Dariel saw his chance and backed off further into the centre.
Dariel retreated into the brush, he may have been looking to blow off some steam but he wasn't stupid enough to stand alone against a T-Rexaur. At least not with this nagging pain at the back of his mind. Dariel headed towards the training centre balcony to be alone, unlucky for him someone was already there. He slouched down on a nearby wooden bench and rested his sheathed katana by his side and then placed his head in his hands and tried to concentrate on the pain disappearing. "It's getting worse isn't it?" he looked up at the male that was speaking to him. Seeing who it was he stood to attention and saluted. "Commander Leonhart?"
Squall gestured towards the bench "Please, sit." Dariel held up his hand and lent against the balcony rail "I'm fine, what were you saying Commander?" Squall shook his head and lent against the balcony as well. "Please, call me Squall." He turned to face Dariel "When you went to visit the infirmary earlier, I was in the rear chamber waiting for Dr. Kadowaki and accidentally overheard your conversation with her." Squall slumped back against the railing "I'm sorry." Dariel looked at the ground 'Great, just great!' "So you know I'm going to die?" Dariel looked at Squall who seemed uneasy "Yeah."
Dariel went over to the wooden bench, grabbing his sword he looked over his shoulder "I better be going." he started back towards the brush. "Dariel wait, we need to talk." Squall ran over and placed a hand on his shoulder, just as he did so both the men were thrown off their feet by a huge blood covered snout bursting through the brush. Dariel rolled to his left while Squall ran back to the balcony railing where he had left Lionheart, his gun blade. Both stood side by side, swords raised and cautiously approached the monstrosity. Holding back Lionheart with his right hand he extended his left, fingers spread wide he began chanting under his breath. Taking up his classic stance Dariel charged at the T-Rexaur and brought the katana across its clawed minute arm and severed all three digits on its left hand.
The digits hit the ground and covered the dirt in crimson as the creature reared back its head and roared in agony again. Cold air ran over Dariel's neck as Squall's ice magic impacted against the monsters chest, it stumbled back knocking into trees as it did. The creature roared and charged at both its victims, Dariel tried to shout a warning at Squall who was concentrating on releasing another ice blast at it. Squall looked up as the spell was finished and got thrown into the balcony by the powerful charge of the T-Rexaur. Squall stumbled to the floor as the T-Rexaur fell into more trees as the ice blast struck it once again. "Squall?!" He failed to answer Dariel's pleas. Dariel looked from Squall to the T-Rexaur and tightened his grip on the katana and charged.
The T-Rexaur looked at the piece of food running at it and for the first time in its life it was scared for the food's eyes seemed to glow with some inner fire.
The T-Rexaur snapped at empty air as Dariel side stepped and thrust the katana through its right eyeball, twisting it as he withdrew the blade and dived out of the way as the monstrosity swung its large head. Crimson splattered the floor as the creature continued its rampage, Dariel stood back and waited for it to advance. Dariel swatted the air with his blade causing the warm crimson to free itself from the blade, smirking he sheathed his blade.
The T-Rexaur eyed the piece of meat up with its one remaining eye and hesitated, it had never felt fear like this before. Not before a mere piece of meat. It arched its head back and roared, then it charged.
Dariel readied himself then leapt at the appropriate moment, he flew past the creatures neck and brought his blade out stroking up its lower jaw as he landed on the base of its neck. Perched on its neck he raised the blade over his head and twisted it around before brining it directly down into its cranium. Blood flowed from the wound and seeped down the side of the T-Rexaur's head as it swung around frantically trying to dislodge him. Holding tightly to the handle Dariel tried his hardest not to be dislodged from his perch. Leaning on the blade he twisted as it started to slide through as if it as a warm knife through butter. As the beast fell into a clump of trees Dariel fell and the blade came with him cutting the beasts throat as he kept his grip on the handle.
Dariel stood back as the beast roared one last time, the ground shook violently as the beast fell to the floor. The beast looked up at him from the floor and blinked its one eye. "I'll end your suffering." Dariel walked up to the beast and nodded towards the brave creature and brought the blade down into its already opened skull and twisted severing its brain. Dariel turned to Squall and saw him sat against the railing watching the spectacle before him. Dariel swished the blade cleaning it and approached Squall "You okay?" Squall nodded and smiled "You're a mess." Dariel looked down at himself and saw that his clothes were covered in crimson. Extending his hand to Squall he helped him up and together they made their way through the centre to the exit.
They both stood at the base of the elevator in the main hall and waited for its descent. "Dariel?" Dariel looked to Squall with interest "Today is the day of your field test." Dariel looked puzzled "And?" Squall hesitated then answered "With light on your . . . Condition, Headmaster Cid thought it would be best if you didn't go." Dariel looked at the marble tiling and shuffled his feet uncomfortably 'What does he know.' he looked to Squall "And why's that?" Squall stood straight "With your condition Dr. Kadowaki thinks that it would be best if you stayed here and saved your strength." The lift sounded with a ding and Dariel stepped on, tapping the button he watched the doors start to close. "I'm going!" the doors closed leaving Squall stood alone in the hallway.
Squall smiled 'Stubborn!' he started to walk away. 'Don't see the likeness though.' "Squall?" he turned at the sound of his name being called by Quistis. "Yes?" She crossed her arms and stood before him "So what's going on with Dariel's test?" he looked at her tight lipped "He's going, like we thought he would." She looked glum but nodded anyway. "So where to?" Squall started towards the elevator "Prep the Ragnarok, we're off to the Centra Ruins." She looked up at him shocked "So that means the GF that he will be facing is . . ." Squall nodded "Odin."
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I'm sorry I haven't done any shout outs yet, kind of had problems, then I was in a hurry to post the last chapter and totally forgot. Anyway here you go:
Twin-Lance: I'm glad you are enjoying my fic and hope to keep you entertained, I'm complimented that you have taken it upon yourself to add me to your favourites and author alerts. I have done the same with your fics and for those of you who have not read them, then I urge you to.
Peptuck3: Glad you also enjoyed it, sorry about the comma's. Like I say I'm new to this. Not to worry, more blood to come and in detail.
Evan'sRinoa: Thanks for the welcome, if you read the last chapter then you'll know that Dariel did in fact help his mother. I do kind of have it planned out, kind of. Anyway no nasty reviews so all's good so far.
Malciah: Here you go two more chapters, I can't say if they're better or not, I'll let you decide.