2. What If…
A young man stirred from his sleep. He was just about to delve deeper into the matter of this world when suddenly…It hurt too much to think about it! What happened?
He opened his eyes and looked around the place, only to find out that he wasn't in Nibelheim anymore. In his current situation, it seemed he must've been knocked out then taken to Dr. Frankenstein's lab. He struggled to move his arms only to see that he was fastened to some kind of table!
After a good 20 minutes of struggling to get free from the metal bands—and after those good somewhat-20 minutes of noticing that he couldn't get free—the young man sighed deeply and looked about for something useful. Luckily, there were many things useful to break the bonds—like the strange probe device stalling above him deviously or the corrosive, chemical substances in beakers, carelessly left on the table.
See? Anything can be used as something useful—not just the key hanging heedlessly next to your face.
He eyed the key and sighed…Using the key would be much easier than using chemistry.
"Heeheeheehee. How's my little puppy doing?" Voiced someone who dated many women younger than him…but before that he impregnated someone else in order to give birth to a child who would grow up to be a sadistic genius.
The young man being used as the "guinea pig" sighed heavily. Just what the doctor ordered, an evil scientist set out to rule the world with his clones—or something like that. It happened plenty of times where he came from…though there weren't any clones to deal with.
He watched as the scientist prowled silently up to him in bunny slippers and a sadistic sneer; his rat-like eyes looking all about the young man, hungrily. "How have you been doing?" The scientist walked all around the young man, inspecting every detail of stitching on his clothing; split-end on every piece of hair; pale—could be smooth—skin that hid within its pores very small pimples; and anything else that caught in his gaze, like the shiny jewelry (Oooo!). Plus there was a scar on the young man's face…could've been from a sexual assault (maybe).
Unable to handle all the descriptions from the guinea pig, he immediately—yet slowly—skulked away towards some monitors. However, the scientist seemed even more interested about this young man than before. "It says here that you are a pizza delivery boy." He eyed his friend through gleaming eyeglasses. "What were you doing over at Shinra's Mansion?…There hasn't been anyone living there for many years. So why deliver any pizza there?"
Soon the lustful scientist was all over his bonded guinea pig, grabbing hold of his arms ready to shake him senseless; getting even more inquisitive and skeptical about the young man's whereabouts. "Were you really delivering "pizza"? Or were you delivering something…"informational"?" His pupils tightened up into small dots. It seemed his heart raced from within his chest and his mind boiled with anticipation. He could wait all day for this juvenile delinquent to answer.
Through soft, blue eyes, the young man looked at the scientist in silence; unable to control the many answers waltzing in his mind. He forgot…why was he delivering pizza? Or was he really delivering pizza? And why does this crazy lunatic want to know?
"Oh well…it's not my business to deal in the personal matters of others. Though truly…I can convince you into giving me what I want…and what I want is..."
"Dr. Hojo, time's up. You need to finish up with the prisoner," declared a SOLDIER unit.
"Yeah, yeah, I know." He turned his head to the prisoner whom was biting the inside of his lip, not caring about this whole trial while staring at the bubbles of a test tube. "As for you…your time was already up from the start." Hojo raised his finger to a button on a panel and pushed it.
At first, a spark raced across the sole of his foot. Until his veins exploded from an unknown raging tongue of cold fire that burned every vessel it touched and sweltered his blood to a level that made him sweat. His body vibrated frantically with every nanosecond, and the taste of copper flooded into his mouth. Electricity dashed along the surface of his body as he struggled so badly to get away from the feeling and to scream out from the agonizing pain. From close by, the scientist let go of the button. The prisoner panted in slow, steady breaths; the cold sweat falling from his brow.
The scientist walked over to the prisoner, taking out a napkin used for chemical spills to wipe the saliva running down the young man's mouth. "This is the only thing that I can actually get pleasure from, and I hate doing this, too."
The prisoner watched the scientist go back where he last stood and pushed the button. Once again his senses flared from the electricity surging through his body once more. Seconds later the electricity turned off leaving his body numb. The screwball scientist smiled, "Heck! This is fun!" he laughed, pushing the button again and again continuously. A laugh—not his—began to echo among the room. Dr. Hojo ceased his own laughing to gaze at the young man.
"Too bad for you…I put on a 50 shock absorbent," the prisoner grinned.
"Say what?" Hojo's expression faltered.
"That's right! And now I'm gonna kick your scrawny, mousey butt! Draw!" he shouted and took away something from Hojo's inner being; leaving the scientist feeling violated.
"Nice! You kept a little Firaga magic in you." The prisoner glanced at the switch on the wall and used his hand to focus the attack on it. A small explosion surrounded it before evolving itself into a fury of flames that broke the switch along with destroying the bonds.
Hojo quivered slightly, his guinea pig got up from the table and turned to face him; the young man smirked immorally and brought out from the space behind his back a gunblade.
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SLASH! "Gaah!" gurgled the SOLDIER unit before falling down dead.
The prisoner—now a fugitive—walked down the hallway carrying his bloodied gunblade on his shoulder. Behind him laid (quite) a lot of SOLDIERs on the ground, either unconscious, dead, playing dead, or crying from their butts getting kicked (or slashed, since you can't kick anything with a sword…though you can get your butt kicked by the person holding it). Another SOLDIER ran up to him, weapon in hand, screaming bloody murder to drop the monster dead. But after the SOLDIER swung his weapon, the prisoner eluded it swiftly. The SOLDIER tried turning around, but the prisoner slammed his weapon on top of the SOLDIER; an explosion occurring right after it. Sadly—for the SOLDIER dude—he turned into blue, bloody pudding.
Stepping over the organic puddle, he sprinted deeper into the building. Suddenly, SOLDIERs with machetes started to line up before him. The first line on their knees with the second standing up; someone from the second line yelled out "Fire!" and a whole bunch of bullets from the first line sped at the prisoner. Fortuitously, a table was knocked forward to be used as a shield. The prisoner took out a grenade and threw it over his head. He listened intently for the SOLDIERs to scream in defeat. Looking on the side of the table to see if they were all down, he got up from the floor and hustled towards the stairway.
Not regretting anything that he had done, the prisoner ran down the hall speedily before anymore SOLDIERs came to stop him. Up a stairway he went, ignoring the SOLDIERs that popped out from doors shooting him; some even had the thought of getting a rocket launcher and try blowing him up with the stairs! Then again, the rocket launcher may have ended the flight of stairs but didn't make any contact with the prisoner.
The fugitive made haste with a smirk on his face and sprinted up to the top.
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The top indeed, that's where mainly the "big dogs" lounged about waiting for something interesting to happen; then they sigh after noticing that people are just too afraid to stand up to them in a mutiny (which rarely happens in a year). And now they were happy! Happy as can be—for they weren't bored anymore. A prisoner has just escaped; bombshells and bullet sounds were heard everywhere down below. So the "big dogs" celebrated by drinking martinis.
Soon the battle halted making everyone a little curious—it was over already? Furthermore, they didn't get to confront the baddie! So they went sad very quickly. Sighing, they sat down in their chairs and waited for that-something-interesting to happen.
Abruptly the door crashed on the ground. Gun smoke accumulated from outside making it hard to see who was there; for the "big dogs", they crossed their fingers for it to be the prisoner.
In walked a boot—in an awfully slow movement—and then the prisoner himself; his weapon by his side ready to be used. The butler next to him offered some sparkling Welch's juice in a champagne glass, which the prisoner happily took. After the prisoner drank the juice in one gulp and set the glass on the silver platter the butler held, he faced the "big dogs" sitting on a long, red, plushy, satin lounge sofa with a glass coffee table before them.
The "big dogs"—Reeve, Heidegger, Palmer, Scarlet, and Rufus—were part of a mafia incorporation called Shinra; with Rufus being the head honcho as "The Big Boss" of the Shinra Inc.
With that, the prisoner held his weapon in ready-battle position: these guys knew where it was…and he wanted to find out.
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Rufus snapped his fingers and the other four walked off with Heidegger chortling. The prisoner thought that the fat, bearded guy predicted something that he could not sense: maybe the fact that he was going to die would be a reasonable prediction—even though the prisoner knew that he (himself) couldn't die that easily.
BANG!
The prisoner watched his arm shoot up in pain and fall limp to his side.
"Please, have a seat. You won't be using that arm for a while," Rufus snickered and walked over to his wine case. "Do you want some?"
The prisoner glared at him, standing still in silence. The pain went numb but his arm was still asleep. Rufus was looking out the gigantic window peering at the endless, blue sky. "It's so lovely…sad for you, but you're going to have to die. Seeing how you want to kill me and all—and well…I can't be having that."
Painful throbs ceased him from trying to reach for his gunblade and shooting up the guy into Swiss cheese. The prisoner hated the way Rufus looked (by personal reasons) and he hated the way he felt helpless! The fugitive forced himself to reach for the gunblade in his other hand so he could end this once and for all.
Rufus eyed the young man pitifully. "You're here for that summon, right?"
The prisoner eyed Rufus harshly.
"Sorry. But that summon is now my property. And so forth: can't give it to you; since it has given us plenty of money without having to spend billions on machines and whatnot. Also it's simple, just hook it up with some fancy wiring and, there you have it, your own personal electric box.
"Which gave me a theory: you went over to the Shinra Mansion to get those has-beens to help you get back your precious summon. But you forgot about how Shinra keeps a lot of "eyes" around in that neighborhood; we don't want anyone to get the idea of getting those "people" so they can defeat me." Rufus looked at the fugitive once more, skeptically…"Were you alone on this? You look like somebody who can convince someone else to help you on this mission of yours."
Like the prisoner was going to answer that to his enemy?
"If you are…then nobody else will know about this." The President held up his gun aiming for the prisoner's head. The prisoner still got his legs working and good reflexes that could easily dodge the bullets, so he was ready for the rich bastard to do his worst. Rufus unlocked the safety on the gun.
"Dark Nation," Rufus said before facing the window, weapon behind his back.
A shadow leaped from behind the couch and hid itself within the shadows of some more furniture. The lights in the room made it hard for the beast to be seen, as just its ghost was visible among the walls. The prisoner forced himself to stay calm; his eyes swept back and forth to find his concealed enemy. He felt a chill caress his face before it disappeared among the other shadows on the walls.
"Mreow."
The prisoner flinched from the sound interrupting his thoughts. He looked down to find a small black kitten. It licked its paw and smiled at the young man with big pearls for eyes. From all that suspense, what came out of it was a kitten! The prisoner snickered.
"This is your 'Dark Nation'?" The prisoner pointed his gunblade at the kitten; the only thing it did was come close to inspect the weapon curiously.
Rufus looked behind him; sighing, he put his forehead in his hand, shaking it slowly. "Not you, Dark State; Dark Nation," he replied in disappointment.
A black, gigantic feline leaped out from behind the couch and attacked the prisoner. The prisoner protected himself with his gunblade from the sharp fangs reaching out to pierce his skin. With as much strength as he could perform from a numbing arm, the prisoner pushed the feline off abruptly, leaping to the side. Dark Nation shook its head, trying to adjust its jaw. The prisoner lunged at the feline for the strike, but the cat rolled away and slashed its claws at the prisoner's back.
The prisoner fell down to the ground—but not in defeat. Once the cat rushed at him, getting ready for the pounce, the prisoner held out his hand for a magic attack. However Dark State got in front of him hissing at its older counterpart. Dark Nation halted before the kit, watching it do its best to act ferocious.
"Dark State, stand down," ordered Rufus.
The kitten looked at Rufus with sad eyes, meowing pleadingly. On the other hand, Dark Nation roared angrily at the kitten. Dark State's hair stood on end and it ran away underneath a chair.
"Hey! Pick on somebody your own size!"
Dark Nation looked at the prisoner; a beam of ice flew into its eyes, temporarily blinding it. The prisoner got up, facing Rufus. The president of Shinra already had his weapon pointing at the escapee.
BANG!
The young man fell to his knees then on the ground. From behind, Scarlet held her gun in hand which was aimed at the fugitive. She looked up at Rufus who was either mad because she shot the escapee first or because she shot the escapee first. Scarlet blew the smoke from her gun and placed it at her hip.
"Are you alright?" she asked him.
"Yeah, why do you want to know?"
"Because I'm the one that will one day kill you and be the one raised to President…not some lifeless wreck who doesn't even know that his jacket is two sizes too small."
"Is that it? Well it wasn't him that was going to kill me it was me going to kill him, why do you always have to steal away my points, woman!"
"Just think of it as a way for you to not dirty your hands."
Rufus glared at her then at his once (was) prize on the ground dead. "Heidegger."
Shortly, the short man with the black beard trotted in the room in a fit of soft laughter. "Yes, Your Grace," he teased, then guffawed out loud for everyone to hear. Rufus rested his forehead in his hand, embarrassed and angry to work with stupid people; his father must've hated him so much.
After lessening the headache with some Advil the butler brought in, Rufus glared at the short man, and with that, held up his gun to shoot the short one in the leg. "Shut up, you. How many times have I told you to stop that laughter?"
Heidegger silenced himself short before Rufus ended up killing him. Quite often, Rufus would do this to him constantly. Now all he could think about was the sharp pain burning his skin.
"Take this prisoner to the docks and get rid of him." Rufus turned around to face the forever blue sky out his gigantic window. "He's bleeding on my carpet."
"Y-y-yes sir." Heidegger saluted the young man respectfully and ordered some SOLDIERs to carry the body into one of the Shinra cars; after that, the short man limped out of the room, laughing that he was still alive. From behind, Rufus raised his gun and shot behind him at Heidegger; it barely missed the guy—from being so short—and hit the wall outside the room. Heidegger quickly ran away from the room with the SOLDIERs at his heels.
Scarlet watched somewhat uninterested at the whole ordeal with Heidegger and Rufus, as she settled herself on the sofa and helped herself with some champagne the butler offered. Dark Nation finally got its eyesight back, getting up on its feet and shaking its head. Scarlet clapped her hands at the cat, coaxing it to come, "Come here, kitty."
Dark Nation hissed at her and ran out the room. She slouched back on the couch, drinking more of her champagne. Dark State tried to saunter out of the room after its older counterpart, but Scarlet grabbed it and laid it on her lap. She caressed the kitten while looking at Rufus gazing out the window. "Have you been taking any of your PMS pills? It helps, you know…since it minimizes your mental urge to kill something with your bare hands—or gun."
There was a strong silence between them both, however Scarlet waited for his answer. The silence ensued for a good 15 minutes before Rufus sighed in defeat, "Yes."
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Out in Junon's docks, something fell into the water below and sank. Heidegger laughed out loud and threatened the SOLDIERs seeing how they couldn't do anything about it unless they wanted death to them and their lover and their lover's lover.
"Hmph! Stupid Rufus, thinks he can just shoot me in the leg and then order me to do something for him. He thinks I'm stupid, does he?…Stupid Rufus." With that finished, they got in the car and drove off silently into the thick fog, knowing that the person was dead; and as a result, erasing this event from their heads. And oh! How they were so wrong! (The first part, that is.)
Once they were gone from view, a hand came out of the water and grabbed hold of the sandy shore. He seemed invincible as he walked on the shore wet and tired. They covered his feet in cement and tied him up in a bag. However, they either forgot or they didn't know that he held in his grasp magic that can help him get out of situations such as this.
However, he was now even more lost than before…where was Nibelheim? Where was that Shinra Inc.? Filled with so many thoughts and questions, the young man walked from the beach and towards the gates where he would search for some car or plane to take him to Nibelheim.
(Oooo...now this is a destructive chapter!)
I don't know what's going on with this story! I planned out what it was going to be: three guys meeting up with the moogle and another person coming along (in the next chapter) but after the first chapter I had to do some referencing on FFVII (and FFVIII--oh I gave it away...you might know what the fourth person might be...I'm such a loser!).
As of last chapter, I appologizefor Vincent's entrance...the whole teddy bear thing, but come on this dude has been like alone in a house in a coffin for many years, so he needed a friend. As for the whole Sephiroth and Cloud thing...the same-oh-same-so.
And yeah! Shinra's now a mafia/electric company...I'm making this up as I go you know! Oh! And further things will come along on the next chapter.