Chapter One:
"I want him dead. I don't know why he was designed the way he was, but he has a will of his own. He doesn't enjoy killing like the others, and I want him brought in so that I can try and re-condition him. Malack is a mental wizard; so don't judge him by his bulk. He may be slow, but he doesn't need speed to kill you. Remember: the Legacy was made to be superior to your programming, so don't you dare think that this will be some sort of easy mission. Alex, Ringo, go and kill him, or I'll kill you myself."
The two SOLDIER members nod, and then leave the room. Alex and Ringo were twins, both six feet tall, muscular, and used short swords. Both were quick, and completely soulless assassins. They could kill with no issue, and their leader knew that.
"They don't have a chance against him, but maybe they'll slow him down enough so that I can buy some time before he figures out his full potential. If he's figured out how to use all of his abilities, then every plan that I have is in jeopardy. Well, in the meantime, I still have you." The mysterious man standing in the back of the steel-plated room looks at a woman in white armor, armed with several blunted weapons. She kneels down, and says something to him.
"Yes master. I shall carry out your every command."
"Good. Go and train for a while. The mission I'm sending you on will require you to have more training." The woman in white armor leaves the room, and walks toward the training area. Looking out one of the windows of the military base, she sees Alex and Ringo taking off in their jeep. The twins are armed to the teeth with automatic rifle ammo, and have their swords strapped to the legs of their black uniforms, with their team design of the intertwined dragons on the back, one white and one black.
Malack was gazing at the moon at 1 A.M. because he couldn't sleep. Malack was leaned up beside a tree in the middle of grassland. He had a great view of the Gold Saucer to the east, but his focus was on the celestial bodies. As he looked at the stars, he thought out loud for a moment. "These stars pale in comparison to her, even though they are beautiful. Man, I miss her so much. I've had so many dreams, and so many nightmares with her as the focus. I can't really sleep now, because I don't want to dream another nightmare about her. I've seen her fighting, and I've seen her in pain. I don't understand why I saw her in battle, fighting these beasts that I thought were only legendary. I'm so tired of theā¦" Malack's thoughts were interrupted by headlights, as two men climbed out of a jeep. The two men were twins in black leather outfits, and had white hair. Malack could see their eyes, and could tell they had been showered with Mako. SOLDIER members were hunting him, and he couldn't figure out why. "What do you two want here? I've committed no crime against Shinra."
"Oh we know," said the two in unison, "but you're a little too dangerous to our master to be left alive. Sorry Malack, but death will come for you tonight."
Malack couldn't sense any free thought in their minds. They were puppets on strings, and they had a puppet master to guide them. Malack twisted his neck around, and stretched his arms a bit. His armor glistened in the light from the headlights, and he put his hand to his side. With one swift movement, he brought his staff into his hand with his mind, and then hit the button to extend it to its full length. He charged the two of them, preparing for a battle. The two drew their swords, and launched at him. Malack attempted to tackle Alex into the jeep, but Alex dodged him by an inch. However, the sharp curve of the shoulder piece cut into the SOLDIER members' arm.
"You will pay for that, you freak," said the puppet.
Both men stood on each side of Malack with their swords drawn. They seemingly had a fencing style to their combat training, and Malack wasn't trained in the use of a staff. Both attacked from both sides, and though many of their flurries of attacks were blocked, Ringo landed a kick to the back of Malack's head, sending him to the ground. Malack rolled onto his back in time enough to block the two swords aimed at his head, but couldn't block the fist he caught in the eye from Alex, and the foot he got in his stomach from Ringo. Malack lost the wind in his chest, and rolled a few times to his left, away from the twins. They spoke again in unison. "The battle is futile. Give yourself up, and you won't be hurt much worse."
"Just a second ago you said you were out for my head. I really don't like liars, especially when they look like some of the guys I've seen working at the gym at Wall Market," Malack replied wittingly.
Both of the twins threw their swords at him, and Malack tried to dodge them. One sword missed when Malack leapt away from it, but the other pierced through the sinew and bone of his left arm. Malack let out a scream of pain that could be heard from miles away. It was here that Malack began to feel the same surge of energy that he felt in the military base. It was his anger beginning to flow through him. His hair changed color, and he looked into the eyes of the SOLDIER members with bright yellow eyes, and then stood up straight. He looked at the sword imbedded in his arm, and then snapped the fingers in his other hand. Instantly, the sword was pulled out by his mind. Blood splattered onto the ground, and ran down Malack's arm. "Heh. It's only a flesh wound," Malack said. Malack then snapped his fingers again, and a white light emanated from his right hand onto the wound. The sinews began to piece back together, and the hole in the bone of his upper arm sealed back up. Even his tattoos were unscratched. Malack then raised his right arm up toward Ringo, and the white light turned to a bright orange.
"Heh. Have a little light in your life. FLARE!" Malack cast the powerful spell, and it landed directly in Ringo's chest, and he was caught on fire immediately. The leather outfit melted straight into his skin, and then the heat began to melt his skin and sinew straight off of his bones. Ringo would have been screaming, but it sounded more like a desperate gurgle as his vocal cords melted in his throat. "Well, isn't it nice to see your partner die right next to you? Melts in your mouth and in your hand." Malack took a deep breath through his nose. "Yummy! I love the smell of seared flesh, muscle and bone in the morning. It smells like, DEATH!" With those words, Malack reached his arm out as if gripping something, and Alex, still reeling from the stench of his brother roasting, fell to his knees feeling like his throat was collapsing on him. Malack slowly walked up to him. Alex's eyes were watering, and he couldn't see straight anymore. His head was turning beet red, and he was in serious pain. Malack looked him in the eyes, and then walked away. "You should know never to put a man to a wall. He tends to fight back, and harder than you would imagine. You have no minds of your own, but rather brute force. To be honest, whoever is controlling these puppets; I know you can hear me. Just remember, a mind is a terrible thing to waste."
With those words, Malack snapped his fingers, and Alex's neck snapped 180 degrees. Malack got back onto his motorcycle, and launched one more flare spell at the jeep, making sure that the fire incinerated all of the evidence of him ever being there. As he put his hand back to his side, and sheathed his staff to the small hilt on the back for it's compact stage, his hair went back to its original color, and so did his eyes. He looked at the palm of his hand, and wondered what he was becoming. He then started the ignition on his bike, and rode toward the bay towns, so he could get to Tifa's bar.
