Disclaimer: I don't own nuffin. Or rather I don't own Advent Children, Final Fantasy or any of the characters that are or may be portrayed within whether they be real, imaginary, celestial or dead.
It was better now, no more gun battles in the street, no Shinra soldiers arresting anyone they wanted and best of all no more disasters like the collapse of Sector 7's plate. People had reduced their reliance upon Mako energy and all of its benefits instead looking for other ways to live their lives. For the first time in many years Jurgan was at peace. His life was simple, work, go home, sleep but it didn't bother him. In fact he preferred it that way life without complications. Jurgan used to be a worker for Shinra servicing their machines and repairing their buildings. Now he was simply a mechanic fixing simple cars and motorbikes in his simple garage.
This day though seemed to be different somehow, Jurgan had heard the reports of monsters spotted in the dusty hills surrounding Midgar and seen several of his friend's children come down with the stigma. Some of those children hadn't come home last night and the city was worried. Jurgan thought to himself "It's like the old days of fear when Shinra was in control." Not a man content to stay put he grabbed his jacket and his trusty rifle when word spread that the children and some weird guys in black were at the monument.
As he approached he could feel the crowds fear and anger wash over him it was almost tangible so strong were the emotions. Jurgan pushed his way through the angry parents to the front of the crowd, trying to see what was going on. Looking around he could see the weird men wearing black about a quarter of the way around the monument from where he was. A growing sense of fear held him, these men looked exactly like Sephiroth. Jurgan had seen him once while at the Shinra headquarters and these men looked so similar to him. Suddenly the one with long hair raised his arm and pointed at a hapless man who had been yelling at him. The crowd fell silent and out of nowhere burst black beasts similar to wolves but with a carapace that looked as hard as steel. The crowd immediately turned into a massacre, people running everywhere screaming as the beasts hunted them down like sport.
Jurgan glad he had come prepared cocked his rifle and shot one of the beasts that was about to take down a young woman. The beast was hit in the shoulder and dropped to the ground for but an instant. It turned incensed that something had dared challenge it. Jurgan couldn't help but gawk as the beast charged at him with unnatural speed. As it lunged at his face he managed to regain control and smashed the beast across the face with the butt of his rifle. Quickly reloading he shot the beast through the head and was surprised when it simply dissolved into smoke and disappeared. Jurgan spun around at a new bout of screaming to see more of the beasts chasing down parents and children alike. Reloading he took careful sight on the closest beast and fired.
The shot ricocheted off the heavy armour of the beast and did little but cause it to roar and charge towards Jurgan, its black jaw opened wide. Jurgan frantically reloaded and readied his rifle just as the beast lunged knocking the rifle from his hands and sending Jurgan sprawling across the concourse. The beast had managed to stay on his chest through the sprawl and its jaws flashed as it snapped and snarled trying to tear out Jurgan's relatively unprotected throat. With the frantic strength that comes in times of need Jurgan managed to stiff arm the beast in the throat, deal a swift punch to its face and roll out from under it while it was still reeling.
Rolling to his feet Jurgan dashed towards his fallen rifle only to have a second beast pounce on his back, again knocking him to the ground. This time though Jurgan managed to land hands first and simply rolled to the side, crushing the beast briefly. Jurgan managed to stumble to his feet and rush the last few meters to the rifle. Grabbing it he turned and fired recoiling as the beast dissolved in mid leap towards him. The beast he had rolled over seemed to be winded. Jurgan had to grin at that while he wasn't a huge man he was bulky and it appeared his weight had done some good.
Deciding he shouldn't waste ammo he grabbed his long screwdriver from his belt and silently thanked whoever it was who had prevented him from impaling himself on it when he was rolling around. With a swift motion he stabbed the beast through the eye with the screwdriver and watched with grim satisfaction when it jerked and dissolved before his eyes. A sudden shadow blotted out the sun and Jurgan shielding his eyes looked up to see a Giant "thing" with wings swoop down in gravity defying flight. "Holy crap, what the hell is that thing", Jurgan thought to himself. Definitely not something I want to mess with.
Looking around there were still people being hunted down but most of the people appeared to have made it out of the immediate area. He could see that the ring of children still hadn't moved an inch and that the Turks were confronting the two men in black. He could still remember them, Rude who only spoke once in a blue moon and Reno who couldn't seem to keep his mouth closed long enough to actually get his brain working. On the other side of him he could see a young woman wearing black who ignored the beasts rushing around her instead talking directly to one of the boys who stood as still as a statues apart from a slight sway. Figuring that the Turks could handle the guys in black, Jurgan decided to watch the woman's back. Getting to her though was a lot harder than it sounded.
Getting a lot better at dealing with these beasts and his old gun skills coming back to him Jurgan dispatched two more of the beasts on his way around. The woman had reached the boy and was shaking him and "Denzel, Denzel." Jurgan looked around and swore as the Winged Creature landed on top of the memorial shaking the surrounds and knocking several of the fleeing people to the ground before they scrambled to their feet and continued their flight. Jurgan's concentration returned as he noticed a beast trying to take advantage of the woman's distracted status and mount an attack. The beast though was so intent on the woman it only noticed Jurgan when his screwdriver pierced its skull and it half turned dissolving in to nothing before completing the turn.
Suddenly there was a flash of light, the Winged creature had loosed a bolt of some weird energy. Jurgan barely had time to wince before the concussion wave hit him and he fell to the ground and his consciousness faded.
Well so far so good please review this is my first fan fiction and any suggestions or comments would be much appreciated. and compliments would be very very much appreciated