Chapter One "The Fall of Balamb"
The students and staff of Balamb Garden rushed out of the building as the elite Seed soldiers prepared to defend the school many of them had lived in their entire lives. The staff herded the crowd of students away from the Garden. The school had received warnings of missiles coming toward it. The SeeD team assigned to prevent this had apparently failed. At the front of the crowd three students were yelling at the staff assigned to hold them back.
"Damn it! We are SeeD too," screamed a tall young man in an oversized orange sweatshirt. The hood on his shirt bounced violently as his friends held him to prevent him from pouncing on the teachers.
"I was told to keep you safe until the attack is over. Those were your father's orders Mr. Kramer," replied an instructor who stood about six inches under the 15-year-old he was barking orders at.
"That man is not my father! He adopted me, and how many times must I ask you not to refer to me as Mr. Kramer? My name is Connor Mullinax. I don't give a damn what a bunch of legal papers say. My name is all I have left of my parents and I won't have it taken from me! Now Instructor Tays, I'm only going to ask you once more. Can we please get through this barricade and fight for our school?" Screamed the young man who had become red in the face.
"N.." The teacher started, but he had been interrupted by a blade pressed threateningly close to his neck.
"I'd think twice before answering,"said the young woman who had a six-inch dagger pressed against Instructor Tays' Adam's apple. She was fairly attractive, about 5'3. A tight green shirt with a black anarchy sign clung tightly to her sweat drenched torso. She looked like something out of a punk rocker's dreams. Her anti establishment T-shirt accented a pair of pants that were adorned with metallic loops on each of the twenty zippered pockets.
"Thank you, Kris," Connor added with a smirk on his face. He normally didn't enjoy the sight of tears in a grown man's eyes, but he loathed Mr Tays. He gently took a hold of Kris' wrist and lowered it from the terrified man's neck. Then in a swift smooth motion he drew his sword and smashed Mr. Tays in the face with the handle. The other teachers were too busy to notice Connor, Kristin, and a shorter young man who had yet to speak; sneak past their barricade.
As they ran toward the school, a strong gust rushed over them. They looked up in time to see what must have been hundreds of missiles streaking overhead. A terrified gaze settled upon all their faces. The other boy parted his lips to speak, but a deafening boom silenced him. The school had been hit. The blast wave knocked all three of them unconscious. A cloud of smoke spread for miles. Balamb Garden had fallen.
The students and staff of Balamb Garden rushed out of the building as the elite Seed soldiers prepared to defend the school many of them had lived in their entire lives. The staff herded the crowd of students away from the Garden. The school had received warnings of missiles coming toward it. The SeeD team assigned to prevent this had apparently failed. At the front of the crowd three students were yelling at the staff assigned to hold them back.
"Damn it! We are SeeD too," screamed a tall young man in an oversized orange sweatshirt. The hood on his shirt bounced violently as his friends held him to prevent him from pouncing on the teachers.
"I was told to keep you safe until the attack is over. Those were your father's orders Mr. Kramer," replied an instructor who stood about six inches under the 15-year-old he was barking orders at.
"That man is not my father! He adopted me, and how many times must I ask you not to refer to me as Mr. Kramer? My name is Connor Mullinax. I don't give a damn what a bunch of legal papers say. My name is all I have left of my parents and I won't have it taken from me! Now Instructor Tays, I'm only going to ask you once more. Can we please get through this barricade and fight for our school?" Screamed the young man who had become red in the face.
"N.." The teacher started, but he had been interrupted by a blade pressed threateningly close to his neck.
"I'd think twice before answering,"said the young woman who had a six-inch dagger pressed against Instructor Tays' Adam's apple. She was fairly attractive, about 5'3. A tight green shirt with a black anarchy sign clung tightly to her sweat drenched torso. She looked like something out of a punk rocker's dreams. Her anti establishment T-shirt accented a pair of pants that were adorned with metallic loops on each of the twenty zippered pockets.
"Thank you, Kris," Connor added with a smirk on his face. He normally didn't enjoy the sight of tears in a grown man's eyes, but he loathed Mr Tays. He gently took a hold of Kris' wrist and lowered it from the terrified man's neck. Then in a swift smooth motion he drew his sword and smashed Mr. Tays in the face with the handle. The other teachers were too busy to notice Connor, Kristin, and a shorter young man who had yet to speak; sneak past their barricade.
As they ran toward the school, a strong gust rushed over them. They looked up in time to see what must have been hundreds of missiles streaking overhead. A terrified gaze settled upon all their faces. The other boy parted his lips to speak, but a deafening boom silenced him. The school had been hit. The blast wave knocked all three of them unconscious. A cloud of smoke spread for miles. Balamb Garden had fallen.