C.O.B. Chapter One: Into the Fray
Bleak looked across the train tracks hollowly. He was sitting on the edge of the bridge silently. A long chain wrapped around his hand dangling down poised to strike out. The tracks hummed violently and he smiled sadistically. He began to whirl the chain round and soon the train came thundering across the tracks. A pole sticking out of the edge was Bleaks goal. Used primarily for post he launched the chain and it hit its target and Bleak drifted along the side in freefall. Not even phased by the fact that if he let go or lost control of the chain he would plummet one hell of a drop into the sea.
In the Horizon, Fisherman's Horizon, or FH as the residents referred to it as. In the Distance, Galbadia continent. The place Bleak had previously been introduced to. All around there was sea and the irritable chatter of seagulls cluttering the winds. Bleak had been on the tracks for days. He had got bored halfway and decided he'd catch a train the fun way.
He kicked the sliding door once, then twice. Muffled voices could be heard behind it. The door slid open and a head poked out. The man wasn't old, but he wasn't young either. Short blonde hair and baby blue eyes stared at Bleak in amazement. Bleak just lost his smile and frowned. He kicked forward and wrenched the chain free of the mail pole hitting the man square in the jaw with his foot and simultaneously landing on the edge of the kart. The man crookled and fell out and was dragged swiftly out into the distance laying on the train tracks.
"W-what the hell?" Another man in the kart asked.
Bleak whipped his chain and the three guys in the kart all froze in fear. He smiled once more in the same insane sadistic manor and grappled the first guy who had shouted round the neck with the chain and pulled the hit him in the face, gripping him round the neck and dropping to the ground followed by a serious kick sent the man flying out onto the cold harsh tracks that claimed his friends life seconds ago.
Bleak leapt to his feet and rammed the second guys head through the other side of the tracks. Blood trickled down and Bleak ran a finger over it and tasted. He let the feeling savour. The final man who was obviously more experienced of the two grabbed Bleak on the shoulder and attempted to flip him out of the Kart. Bleak just grabbed his arm and winded the man. He grabbed him by the neck and dragged him to the open window. Wrapping the chain round his neck he slung it over the same mail pole that had got him inside and threw the man out of the open door. A large crack let Bleak know the man had suffered yet he was not content. Not one bit.
Opening the door at the far end of the kart led him to a dinner hall. It was posh. Obviously top class. He walked by and grabbed a chicken wind of some geezers plate and knocked him out when the man rose to complain. Making his way down he passed through to another less posh compartment. Walking through that he reached the drivers area. He knocked.
"Food Trolley, though you might like something to eat" He called.
"Thanks" The man called back. He was famished.
The doors opened and Bleak entered and smashed a bucket he found outside into the side of the mans head. Bleak reached the control panel. Swiping the drivers ID Bleak smashed the bucket into the controls everywhere he could. The controls burst in to flames. That's some serious bad manufacturing. Bleak opened the window. They were reaching FH he leapt out onto the platform as the flaming train rammed through and destroyed almost everything in its path.
Bleak left the platform as the crowd gathered around to investigate the wreckage. He just slipped away unnoticed. He walked out of the train station dodging the crowd that was heading for the wreckage. He walked along until he reached the main path. He looked around and saw what he was looking for.
A warehouse, as far as the public knew it was empty. But for some reason Bleak new it wasn't. Something was there and he needed to know what. Something that was crucial to his mission. He dodged through more people as returning to the scene of the crime. Bleak stood outside of the warehouse.
He wasn't getting in this way, he decided to take the easy route. He went round to the side and started to scale the fire escape. Six flights up he smashed the window with his fist. Blood oozed out down the Paine. He climbed through and found himself on a balcony. He was shocked to see someone awaiting him.
"Subject B3AO2, I have been expecting you" The young woman standing in front of him said with a smile.
She was young dressed in a white lab coat. Long blonde hair tied in a neat ponytail with soft brown eyes, and odd combination. Bleak just smiled and stood threateningly. She nodded and skimmed through some paper on a clipboard uninterested in the fact that it looked like Bleak was about to disembowel her with his fingertips. He licked his lips and she smiled.
"They are downstairs, they are still unprepared so Im afraid you'll have to wait" She said.
"What?" He asked slightly taken back. Do I know this person?
"You will see" She said.
She looked to him, he seemed unsure of what to do. She new what had to be done though, she lay down her clipboard and held out her arms and closed her eyes. Bleak saw the invite and ran at her laying waster to the frail body in front of him.
Scientists looked downstairs. They could hear the clinking of the ladder witch meant that their master was here. It was a lab of some sort was were they were based. Long rows of tubes lay up on the wall with tinted green water on the inside; figures were inside the will wires and tubes connected up. They all wore the same lab coats. Only two of them, the others were still waiting at the door guarding.
Bleak took another step on the ladder. He was still only four or five rungs down. He let his feet go and kept his hands of the sides for support and slid down the ladder quickly landing on the floor with a crash. Computers were all around in the room. He looked at the two scientists and he looked round smiling menacingly.
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Elsewhere in the wreckage another young woman looking similar to the one in the lab stood. She was dressed in a knee length black skirt and a black tank top. Unlike the woman in the labs she wore her hair down and had an unimpressed look upon her face. The body count had been hit, not survivors at all. All faced a bloody and horrific death.
This of course wasn't the cause of her concern, her concern was with the person who had caused it, an ancient warrior had appeared in the town. This was bad news; if he reached Bleak before the chain took place then their plan would fail.
She slinked into the shadows and walked around keeping an eye on the residents going about their happy fun time daily rituals. She walked around to the back entrance to the warehouse and into the weapons locker. She grabbed two medium length blades and swung them round above her head. Sheaving them into two holsters on the back of her skirt she walked round to the edge. She smiled in a menacing way that resembled Bleaks.
She let out a high pitched scream like she was being attacked and slunk to the floor weapons hidden by the shadows. Officers came running round top help and the last thing they saw where two blades slashing up at them at speed. That was her business taken care of. She sat down at the edge and watched the blood trickle across the floor it fascinated her.
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Hours later Bleak sat on a leather bound chair as the dead bodies of the scientists lay messily on the floor. Bleak was bored. He needed something to do, boredom. But he couldn't go out onto the streets. He had to watch, to learn. It still bored him like hell though.
Sounds of footsteps came from behind him. A warrior with greyed hair yet a young face stood there, his sword broad and his features wise. He looked at Bleak with an all-knowing glare.
"Piss of"
"Manners" The man replied.
"Okay.. PLEASE Piss off"
"Humph" The man huffed.
Bleak turned his chair round to face the man. Bleak was smaller than him, a few inches and seemed to have a much weaker build. He was quite skinny in comparison. He eyes shot to the containers on the wall. His children were ready.
"Ah, I think its time I taught you a lesson" Bleak snarled.
"Ah, protecting your young I see, I respect that but I think it is I who shall b teaching you a lesson" The man replied quickly.
"Pfft, you wont even lay a finger on me, even if you do my children will be ready soon and you shall fail" Bleak replied even quicker off the mark.
Bleak raised his fist and the man his blade. A blinding flash engulfed the room and Bleak hit the cold hard dirt. He coughed a little and looked up. He wasn't in the warehouse anymore. Bleak punched the air.
An old woman, plump in hobbled up to him to help him up. She picked him up with a motherly care and brushed him off promptly. She smiled and Bleak looked at her wit ha frown. He slapped her round the face and she hit the ground. He grabbed a lighter that had spilled out of her handbag from the floor and walked over to a wooden lodge.
The town erupted into a state of emergency. Fire burned magnificently from a house at the edge of the fields. Bleak stood outside menacingly. He could see a young man, silvery hair run towards him looking mad. He came up and attempted to punch Bleak but he just dodged. A large crowd seemed to gather round watching in awe. All of them cheering for the youth to take care of the monster. Bleak grinned in a different way and got ready to enjoy himself.
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Authors Notes: Bleh, I know this stories a bit violent and your all like, What the hell has this got to do with Final Fantasy besides were its based. The truth is there are some strong ties that show up subtly. I shall try and point them out in future Author Notes. As for where the story goes its all based of the same events from FFVIII-2. Ill put a link in my profile for those who want to visit the site and see where I got the idea and maybe get ahead of the story before I write them out though there will be gaps if you look at it from that site.
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