Disclaimer: Before I start, let me put the one and only disclaimer for this entire fic. I don't own squat. That's right. I don't own nothing. Notta thing. Except for the plot, which is split with my co-author, Tadpole. So there. It is said. It is done. Moving on.
OK, after a few reviews, and much beating by Tadpole, I've decided to take the outline out of the prologue, so, there! If you have questions, review or send an e-mail, you know the drill!
Sinner's Descent
Prologue
The rain spattered heavily onto the paved streets of Midgar, pelting the wandering bystanders below with bullet-sized droplets. A single manwalked along the sidewalk, his head held low, nothing but a flimsy hood protecting his head from the icy sheet of rain. His pace was slow and deliberate, casual but not too casual, simple and inconspicuous. His hands were jammed into the pockets of his large, grey raincoat, and a pair of slippery sandals smacked against his feet with his every step.
He stopped on the corner to Gijitsu Industries, looking left and right, his eyes keen to the traffic. He let out a breath when the light switched to 'Walk', and he started across the road. Before he had the chance to look up, a loud honking was heard, and soon following it was the squeaking of wet brakes against the tarmac as a rogue car swerved out of the bystander's collision path, a man shouting obscenities from the driver's open window.
"Watch the light, ya!" the man shouted, holding his hand up in a threatening gesture. When the car's red brake lights could be seen, he hurried quickly across the road, throwing the car, now in reverse on it's way back to terrorize him further, one last, worried look before stepping inside the glass doors to the building. Shaking his hood off, he ran a hand through his soaked hair, immediately causing the large cowlick atop his head to spring to life.
"Cowlick! You're back! Take that up to the Boss. Heard it was important."
Cowlick nodded, not bothering to answer his superior as he strolled down the long corridor leading to the elevator. The Boss' office was on the sixtieth floor, and he had no wish to walk up that many flights of stairs. Stepping into the empty elevator, he retrieved the parcel from his jacket pocket, sighing in relief when he inspected it, finding it to be dry and undamaged.
When the ding of the elevator interrupted his further perusal of the parcel, he stepped out of the elevator, looking around at the plush doors and halls adorning his Boss' personal floor. Very few saw these walls, and he was proud to say that this was not his first time. Two long hallways led left and right, and a single hall led foward, though there were no doors along it's path. Striding to the metal-enforced doors on the far right, he lifted one hand and knocked loudly.
"Bring it in," the gruff voice of the Boss sounded. Cowlick pushed the doors open with some difficulty, idly wondering where the door gaurds were at this time of day. "On my desk," Haschel ordered, his back turned as he studied the streets of Midgar below.
Cowlick laid the parcel down gently, hurriedly scuttling out of the room and slamming the doors.
When the click of the automatic lock sounded, Haschel turned in his chair, his wizened, wrinklied face scrunching up in scrutiny as he studied the seemingly harmless parcel. Reaching a knarled hand out cautiously, he lifted it slowly, bringing it closer to his eyes for further inspection.
Deciding that it was, indeed, harmless, he ripped the parcel open, exctracting the letter from inside the box. A personal message from Oogie Boogie himself. It was very rare that Oogie and Haschel collaborated, most of the phsycal work was left to T.G., and Haschel was wary as to what the letter contained.
He scanned it quickly, his eyes narrowing in confusion and suspicion. "Hm, it seems that Oogie's landed himself in a tight spot. No matter. The less, the better, I say," he muttered, tossing the letter carelessly to the side of his desk. Devil's Anthem was of no concern to him, though the matter on hand was critical.
Haschel suddenly froze in his action of turning his chair back around. "I wonder..." he murmured, picking the letter back up and reading it slowly. A small smile crept onto his face, and he turned to his phone. "Leonheart, have Strife in my office by one hour," he ordered, not bothering to wait for a reply from his Advisor as he tucked the letter into the folds of his suit jacket. It seemed their was more to benefit from the situation that he had thought.
All done with the prologue! Of course, you don't understand a thing that just happened, because it was just an introduction to one of the main plot lines. So, now Tadpole and I have to write the first chapter. So read, and review, and let us know what you think...
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