Twisted Reality
Chapter II
Clan?
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Final Fantasy Tactics Advance, but I DO own my characters!
Reply to Reviewer: Sorry if I copied your idea, I just saw some people write about their clans, and I thought it'd be fun to write about mine. shrug
The story of Clan HunterZ
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Cold... Why... Why am I cold? Why is the floor so hard... Wait... Floor? When did I start sleeping on the floor? I don't want to find out... Not now... Oh now, time to wake up...
Zyke felt a yawn come in his throat, he let it out.. His eyes still closed, until he took his first blinks. The image before his eyes was blurry at first, but it came clear. Gray walls? Spider webs hanging from the sealing? A spider crawling out of a skeleton's eyes!? Zyke's eyes widened, "Where the hell am I!?" Zyke then looked at himself, nothing but dirty rags! "And this ain't my pajamas! Did I die or something!?" Zyke got up, his feet ice cold. He found no bed he could sleep on, and he found no couch. No TV, no closet, no computer, no table, no chair, nothing! "What did I do to end up here!?" A slithery voice replied to him with a cackle, "You broke the law you convict... That'sssss what..."
Zyke turned toward the owner of the voice, a lizard! His room was next to a lizard that can talk! "You're a lizard! You can't talk!" The bangaa cackled once more, "That'sssss what the other one called me too! Is Ivalice being overrun by farmersssss?" Zyke arched a brow, forgetting the fact that he was a lizard. "What do you mean?" The bangaa was in dirty rags roared with laughter again, "You truly are cluelesssss... Let me tell you what happen... You broke the law. You're in jail! Live with it! You'll have to wait for you clan members to free you. You're a prisoner!" Zyke figured that much up, he guessed the words just slipped from his mouth. "And by the way, I'm a bangaa, not a lizard..." he muttered, turning the other cheek of his yellow face.
"Wait, how exactly did I break a law?"
The bangaa turned to him, "You musssst've not followed the rules of the Judge."
"What's a Judge? Is he the ruler?" Zyke asked, trying to get some information...
"No you fool! He'sssss the enforcer, the referee of engagementsssss." he cackled...
"Weddings?" Zyke thought, as soon as his aunt's wedding came into mind.
The bangaa slapped his forehead, "NO! Engagementssss are battlessss!"
"Why would people fight?" Zyke wondered, this must be a place full of gangsters!
"Clansssss!" he shouted, getting impatient.
"Clans are... Gangs?" Zyke said, trying to put the pieces together...
The bangaa was truly getting mad, "No! They're... Teamsssss, a group of people who help each other on missions. Like bounty huntersssss, we fight, we kill, we sssssteal, we find, we do it all for money. And for sssssome people, fun..."
"But... I don't have a clan." Zyke let out, worrying that he'd be here forever...
"Then you'll get your dismissssssed right about now... You've been here for a day, that's how they treat villagersssss, us clan membersssss, are a different situation..."
Zyke drank this all in one gulp, he'd hate to be the new kid, AGAIN. Getting used to the rules, the dress code, it was all a bummer... Especially making friends, but thankfully Marche talked to him and made friends with Mewt and Ritz. Zyke sat on the floor, waiting patiently to be released. He sighed with depression...
Another one of the 'Bangaa' as the lizard called himself, approached him. He was in all black, and he had a priest-like suit. "You're time issss over..." He unlocked the jail door and Zyke got out. "Whew... Started to stink there..." he muttered, making sure the bangaa didn't hear. The bangaa then shoved his chest with clothes folded, "Here... Take your clothessss and get out! We don't want to sssssee you here human..." he slithered. Zyke got the clothes, "Geez, don't have to be racist..."
Zyke changed into his clothes... "Wait... This isn't my clothes..." Zyke was wearing a green shirt, orange pants, and brown boots. But what surprised him was all the plate armor, it was shining blue, and it covered his whole body except his head. Only his shoulders differed from the style, it was horned and facing behind him. "The hell..." Zyke shook his head, his spiked ebony hair shaking. Zyke then looked at a green lance with a jade dragon wrapping around it. The arrow head was sharp, and it shined brightly. "A lance...? I stick fight with my dad, but I never had a real lance. He always said I should whack someone on the head before I was stolen... But what are the odds of that? Hey, Jailor, I don't think these are my clothes..." The jailor came to Zyke, "Nonsense! You got mad and whacked your own father's head with that lance! He had a headache for 2 weeks, and this is what happens for children who strikes their fathers. If it was years ago, you'd wish you never had hands..." he waved his finger at Zyke and returned in the Jail.
"But it was stick fighting..." Zyke said dully, he shrugged and left.
Zyke wandered through town, he saw a sign which read, "Cadoan..." Zyke arched a brow, wasn't that a street? Zyke shook his head, he had to get out of here. And back to Ivalice. Wait... Didn't that 'bangaa' say Ivalice? Then am I on a street? No... I'm in some wacko dream world... Oh, I see! A dream! Soon I'll be waking up... Yeah... All a dream... But Zyke knew he was just talking himself out of this... Twisted Reality... Zyke apppeared in the forest, he didn't care where he was going. Not now... He had to clear his head... An arrow landed near his left foot, nicking his cheek by a little. Blood crawled down. "Trespasser!"
Zyke grunted right after the nick, he looked to where he heard a rustle. A woman in all gray looked at him with stern eyes. She had large ears, and had... Fur? The woman had a black veil which covered her mouth. Zyke started to look at her like he was disturbed, the woman was truly... Voluptuous he would say. The girl drew another arrow, Zyke then shook it off. "What do you mean?" The woman stopped for a second, her fingers still on the arrows and string. "You've trespassed on Clan HunterZ territory, Giza Plains! Leave now if you want to keep your head!" Zyke twitched, territory? "Who are you to tell me that? I could walk whenever I go. Please let me pass..." he said. Then the girl grunted, "I must test your strength. This is a trial of passing..." Zyke rolled his eyes, a trial for passing? Another arrow flew, he heard the wind whisper to him that there was trouble. Zyke blew flames from his lips, and the arrow was fried. Zyke had a feeling in his throat, a hot feeling, like pouring Tabasco down your throat. "What the hell? Cool! Wait, how'd I do that?" The girl's eyes widened, "A... A Dragoon? No way! Only Bangaa specify in Dragon techniques..." Again with the bangaa, he thought. "I'm not a bangaa! I'm a human! See? Flesh!" Zyke grabbed his cheek. The girl arched a brow, "Yes, you must be a human of great skill to learn the Dragon ways... I know this might be strange, but you passed." Zyke smiled and let out a low, "Yes!" Then the girl continued, "But! I have one question... Will- Will you join Clan HunterZ?"
Zyke thought about it... "Join...? Uhm..." Zyke needed to make a choice, and now. A clan might be fun, but on the other hand... Dangerous...