ZOO YORK

"Garland.." Sephiroth muttered in disbelief, "No. How can this be? He was one of the best.. How was he defeated by children..?" Kuja looked from the light to Sephiroth, who's face had lost all color. Ultimecia put her right hand on her hip and frowned slightly.

"I kinda liked him.." She said in her thick Russian accent. Sephiroth's knees buckled and the mighty warrior collapsed with a face full of surprise and shock. He closed his eyes and regained his composure, standing and looking back into the light seeing the armor finally dispersing and the Cid man and the black haired boy helping the others onto the airship.

"Dammit.." Sephiroth said clenching his fist, "That sets us back.." Kuja was saddened by the death of his comrade, but still couldn't help but smile because of the fact that if Sephiroth had merely sent him with Garland, the children would be dead.

"I told you you shoul---" Kuja started to say before an arrogant laugh filled the cave. Kuja knew exactly who it was and frowned angrily before turning to see the blue-haired man step out of the shadows. He was roughly Sephiroth's height with long blue hair down to his waist like Sephiroth as well, but he had two long spike-like hair formations similar to Ultimecia's, but coming downward instead out outward. He had gray eyes and seemed to have blood veins bulging from his forehead, but they were only the skin texture of his forehead. He wore similar clothes to Kuja, except his were dark blue and purple instead of purple and white, and his chest was exposed, straps forming and 'x' on his chest holding the clothing together.

"I see you're still having trouble with those pesky children." The man said with a voice that flowed like water while waving his hand, which had fingernails that looked more like claws on elongated fingers. Sephiroth finally turned to face the man whom he despised almost as much as Kuja.

"Seymour.." He practically spat the word, "About time you showed up.." Seymour simply chuckled that arrogant laugh and glanced at Ultimecia, who squirmed nervously when he smiled at her. He then turned back to Sephiroth and pointed with his thumb behind him.

"And I brought one more.." He frowned for a moment before the grin returned, "But where he is at the moment and what he's doing is beyond me.."

Meanwhile...

"Ugh!" The old man cried out in pain. He was in his mid-fifties and bald on top of his head, with gray-white hair on the sides and a scraggly beard. His clothes were fairly dirty and he smelled like a wet dog. He looked down to see a sword in his stomach before looking up at the sadistically smiling figure who had put it there.

The man looked to be about five-foot ten and fairly muscular with blonde hair. What really caught the old man's eye was the strange clothes, multi-colored feathers in the man's hair that was arranged as a sort of plume in the back, and the man's painted face which resembled a clown. It was completely white with red make up coming down in three lines under his each eye and red right angle lines one each side of his forehead. The man's clothes were a mixture of a clown's and royalty, cape and all. The cape itself was green and had a red and yellow striped collar that tied together in the front, while under the cape was black and white striped pants, a red vest lined with golden ends, and a purple shirt underneath.

"W-why?" The old man struggled to say, "Why are you doing this? W-what have I d-done to you?" He coughed blood onto his own chest and the sword and could barely here the words that came from the clown's mouth.

"Why?" He sneered with a voice that seemed barely sane, "Because I can, you old fool. Besides, I haven't killed in a while and you were just sitting there, begging me to kill you. Aw, come come now, don't be so down. You should be honored, you were killed by the sword of..." The clown stopped to place his foot on the dying man's shoulder and violently jerk the sword from his stomach before finishing, "Kefka! Goodbye baldy." The clown turned and walked further into the dark alley laughing hysterically before the laughing faded away slowly as did the outline of the clown's body in the dark. The old man watched him fade away into darkness before breathing his last breath.

"Well, how do my old friends!" Kefka hollered to the rest of the people gathered at the light in the cave. They all turned to look at him with slightly annoyed looks. "What'd I do?" He asked spreading his hands.

"You're late." Sephiroth, the self-proclaimed leader said, "We could have used your help earlier and now Gar---" Kefka zoned out, he didn't come to this world to be lectured by that long haired hippy wanna-be freak. He came to kill, to destroy, to conquer; none of which they seemed to be doing at this point in time. Suddenly Seymour spoke to Sephiroth and what he said caught Kefka's attention.

"I propose that we launch an attack on one of the human's major cities." That was the kind of stuff Kefka like to hear. The more he was around Seymour, the more the blue-haired Guado seemed to be just like him.

"I second that!" Kefka blurted out startling the group, who looked at him. Kuja wrinkled his nose at him and looked from Seymour to Kefka.

"I would suspect that from you." Kuja said looking Kefka up and down disdainfully. Kefka wondered what that pompous little sissy boy's problem was. He had never liked Kuja and he was sure Kuja had never liked him.

"You got a problem sissy boy?" Kefka smiled like a bully that had just insulted a nerd in the hallway. Kuja's face read surprise for a moment before turning to anger.

"What did you say?!" He took a step toward Kefka, who simply smiled more broadly. Sephiroth out his hand on Kuja's chest to prevent him from taking another step.

"Cut it out you two.." He said smiling slightly, "Seymour, what do you suggest we do?" Kefka looked to Seymour, he wanted to know what the idea was as well. Kuja looked at Kefka, who had his back turned and stuck his tongue out at him.

"I say we unleash the monsters.." A smile slowly spread across Seymour's face, "It'd be a pity to bring them all this way and not let them have any fun." Kefka smiled broadly.

"Finally.." He said to himself, "Someone with real genius, with the right stuff for this kinda thing.." Sephiroth was stroking his chin in thought.

"What of the others?" He asked Seymour, "Edea, Sin, Golbez, Chaos? Seymour shook his head and looked into the light, which now showed no image, it was simply a green light.

"No." He replied, "They didn't make it in time, the ones who didn't send their weapons got them." Sephiroth's demeanor became stern and his closed fists began to shake.

"The monsters.." He said, "Get them ready to attack as soon as possible." Seymour nodded and started to walk off but stopped and turned back to Sephiroth. He leaned in close and whispered something in Sephiroth's ear.

"Oh yes, I also brought IT with me." Sephiroth became visibly happier. He looked at Seymour with a face full of anticipation.

"Where is it?" He whispered his reply. Seymour cringed slightly and backed away.

"I don't know, it was lost on the way here." Sephiroth felt his shoulders slump, "It could be anywhere.. But we can find it, trust me."

"I will do that, thank you very much." Sephiroth replied annoyed, "I want all of you to help Seymour with the monsters for now." The others nodded and began to walk away into the darkness, leaving only Seymour with Sephiroth. Sephiroth looked up and gritted his teeth, he found Seymour only slightly more tolerable than Kuja, but even that tolerance was wearing thin. Seymour was disappointing him a lot today.

"Yes?" He spat out angrily. Seymour looked as if he wanted to ask Sephiroth something, but he seemed too afraid to ask, like a child who wanted to ask an adult for money.

"I.." He stuttered, "I wanted t-to know if I could have control of the monsters.. Because I'm no good with a weapon and I can't use magic here and the monsters would be the only thing I would be able to protect myself with.." Sephiroth considered that for a moment. Seymour was horrible with any weapon, even Edea had beaten him in a sword duel. Sephiroth smiled at the thought and nodded.

"Fine, you can have the monsters." He turned back to the light, which still had no image, "They will obey your every command." He could hear the excitement in Seymour's voice.

"All of them?!" Sephiroth felt like he was dealing with children.

"Yes, all of them." He replied tiredly, still staring into the light, "Now go help the others before I lose my patience." He heard Seymour turning and walking away hurriedly. Sephiroth sighed and put his hand on his chin in thought. Garland was dead, the children had defeated him, and the boy; Jeremey was his name Sephiroth thought to himself, had beaten him.

"We have to win this..." Sephiroth said to himself turning his head to look into the darkness behind him then staring back into the light.

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The bright light in his face made it hard for him to focus at first when he opened his eyes slowly.

"The hell?" Jeremey said before sitting up and looking around his room. He remembered the fight with Garland, everybody being unconscious, Erik killing Garland, and himself passing out from exhaustion. Something bumped his hip and he realized there was someone on the bed beside him. He looked down to see Kaylie sleeping, a large bruise on her left cheek. He felt anger rising in him and he got off the bed before realizing he didn't have a shirt on. He looked around the room and finally spotted his shirt on a chair in the far corner. He strode over to it, picked it off the chair and was putting it on when he heard someone whistle from the door.

"She's been staying with you since that day you know." Jeremey pulled his shirt on quickly to reveal Chas leaning against the doorway, working his jaw from side to side. Jeremey looked from Kaylie to Chas before realizing what Chas said.

"What do you mean 'that day'?" He asked, "Didn't we fight him today?" Chas raised an eyebrow and looked in the hallway.

"Dude, it's Wednesday." He replied, still working his jaw. Jeremey's eyes widened and he lost all the color in his face, his expression one of disbelief. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and cut it on to look at the date. True to Chas's story, the date read Wednesday October 13, 2004. Jeremey looked up at Chas, who nodded.

"I've been out for.." Jeremey counted on his fingers, "Four days?!" Chas smiled slightly and looked down the hall again.

"Actually, you woke up a lot, but you would babble about some crazy stuff and pass out again." He worked his jaw to the right, then to the left, "We were all kinda worried about you, but Kaylie was worried sick. She refused to leave this room unless she absolutely needed to." Jeremey narrowed his eyes and walked over to the bed to sit down beside Kaylie and he stroked her hair. She breathed deeply and rolled over, her back facing Jeremey. He didn't remember waking up at all, so he looked back up at Chas.

"What kinda stuff was I babbling about?" Chas shrugged and walked to sit down on the chair Jeremey had gotten his shirt from.

"I dunno, we all took turns watching you." He shrugged again, "But when I was watching you, you woke up and started saying stuff about a meteor. Then you said something about Sephiroth and something's coming. I dunno." He leaned back in the chair and worked his jaw some more. Jeremey thought about that for a moment before curiosity struck him.

"What happened to your jaw?" He asked Chas before looking at Kaylie, "And her face?" Chas looked at her and looked back at Jeremey.

"I got kicked like a fuggin football in the mouth, Cid said he's surprised it's not shattered.." He worked his jaw some more, "I was out when she got hurt, but Erik said Garland backhanded her. Ya know, everybody got knocked out but you. You collapsed from exhaustion, lucky dog, this crap hurts." Jeremey clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, how dare that blue freak do that to Kaylie.

"That bastard.." He said not to anyone particular, but Kaylie rolled over and stretched sleepily.

"Who's this now?" She opened her eyes, saw Jeremey sitting on the edge of the bed and leapt onto him smothering him with hugs and kisses. Jeremey hugged her back looking at Chas. "I missed you so much Jeremey.." She sobbed happily. He closed his eyes and smiled.

"Same here." He said getting off the bed and walking to the door while grabbing his hoodie off the desk, "Listen, I'll be right back, I gotta go talk to Cid. You coming to?" He aimed the question at Chas while putting the hoodie on and was answered by a nod. He stood and they started off to the cockpit.

"So I noticed you and Millie seem to be closer now?" He remembered he wanted to ask Chas about that Saturday, but he never got the chance. Chas nodded.

"Yeah, I talked to her and we got everything settled." Jeremey nodded and gave Chas a thumb up. He looked to his right to the recreation room to see Petey beating on the punching bag again, Wesley, who was working his jaw as well, playing a pinball machine, and Erik and Justin playing pool. Jeremey looked back at Chas.

"Speaking of which, where is Millie?"

"She's in the room watching TV." Jeremey nodded and slid down the rail of the steps and hurriedly walked to the cockpit. The door opened automatically and he patted Cid on the shoulder.

"Hey old man, how ya doing?" Cid looked up and started when he saw Jeremey.

"Jeremey!" He said happily, "How the hell are ya?" Jeremey smiled and looked out the big dome; they were moving over an ocean.

"Great." He replied, "So how's she running and where are we at exactly?" Cid pointed to a little screen beside the 'steering wheel' on the 'dashboard'. It was blue and green with a dark blue grid pattern on it. Jeremey looked closer and realized he was looking at a map of the world, the green parts continents and the blue being oceans. There was a red dot in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean that was slowly moving toward the New York area.

"She's running great and we are on our way to New York city to see if we can help with anything." Jeremey had a dumbfounded look on his face.

"What?" He looked out the dome to see the huge city rising on the horizon. Cid looked at Chas, who shrugged.

"You didn't tell him?" He said reaching into a box on the side of the chair he was sitting on, pulling out a TV remote, pointing it at the wall to the right, hitting a button, and turning on a hidden TV.

"If you're just joining us, the city is under attack by strange monsters that some people say are from the popular video game series, Final Fantasy." The news anchorwoman's blonde hair was frizzled and her face was slightly dirty. Explosions could be heard in the background and strange sounds could be heard. A large, orange-red, pointed ball zoomed by the camera screen and made a noise that reminded Jeremey of the bludgers from the Harry Potter movies. The anchor woman was looking more and more scared by the second.

"We here at NBC news were here first with live coverage of he attacks..." The orange-red ball floated back into view slowly staring at the camera. It was about the size of a large beach ball with stone-looking spikes coming from the top of it. It had black eyes with white irises and pupils, small flames spouted out of various parts on it's body, small arms that were not proportional to its size, and a mouth that covered a good part of it's 'face'. It didn't have regular teeth, instead it's 'skin' came down into pointed teeth-like protrusions. It looked from the camera to the anchorwoman and back before laughing like one of the gremlins from the movie of the same name.

"A Bomb.." Jeremey said as he heard the camera man scream and watched the woman pull out a gun and shoot the Bomb three times. Each time she shot it, it grew bigger by closing it's eyes and shaking slightly. After the third shot the Bomb flew in two loops, zoomed toward the camera with white light coming from various parts of it's body.

"No, no!" Jeremey screamed at the TV, "Get outta there!" But even as he uttered the words the Bomb, true to it's name, exploded and the camera feed was destroyed. He looked out the dome to see that they were maybe a half-mile away from the edge of the city and he could already see the explosions. Cid changed the channel to Fox News, which showed a helicopter view of the city.

"As you can see Bill, there appears to be a strange man on top of this building telling the monsters what to do." The camera panned to a blue haired man on top of a building pointing in one direction or the other and various Final Fantasy monsters would go off in the direction he pointed to cause destruction. Jeremey recognized the man the moment he saw him.

"Seymour..." As he said the word Seymour looked up at the helicopter and smiled mischievously before pointing at it and the camera feed went dead. Jeremey frowned angrily looking at Cid.

"How long has this been going on?" Cid looked at his watch before replying.

"About three hours, but we just heard about it an hour ago." Jeremey nodded and turned to walk out.

"I'm going in." Chas put a hand on Jeremey's shoulder to stop him.

"No you're not, you just woke up." Jeremey turned to face Chas with a determined look on his face.

"I am, I'm the only one who didn't get messed up in that fight, you said it yourself." He said louder than he intended, "I'm not going alone though, I'ma take someone with me. Sorry, I have to do this, there's no way around it.." He said sternly, remembering the woman who had died because of him. Chas's only reply was a slow nod. Cid stopped Jeremey before we walked out of the door.

"Wait, take these with you." Cid reached into the box again and pulled out a pair of radio headsets. He tossed them to Jeremey before pulling one out for himself and putting it on. "Keep in touch kid. I really don't approve of you going out there, but I know if anyone can do anything about this problem, it's you kids.. Good luck." Jeremey nodded and quickly ran to the recreation room thinking about how much Cid had sounded like a parent. He wondered if Cid had any kids; he'd have to ask the pilot when he got back.

"If I get back.." He said to himself while entering the recreation room where Wesley was now watching Petey and Erik play pool while Justin played the pinball machine. Jeremey ran to Wesley, patted him on the shoulder and nodded to the door.

"We gotta go, now." Wesley looked up at him surprised and stood slowly.

"It's you!" He said astonished, "You're awake!" Jeremey raised an eyebrow and nodded to the door again.

"Yeah, we'll catch up later, now let's go." He handed Wesley a headset before putting the other on and flipping the 'on' button, "Cid?" The line was quite for a moment before Cid's voice suddenly came through.

"Yeah?" Chas's voice could be head in the background. Jeremey and Wesley were already walking to the door on the side of the airship.

"Listen, don't land, just slow down to about twenty and I want everybody to stay on this ship." He told Cid, "Don't leave me either, just circle the city. You got me?" There was a short pause and he could hear Chas saying something inaudible.

"Yeah, I got ya." Jeremey nodded and turned the corner leading to the exit.

"Lemme talk to Chas." He could hear Cid taking the headset off and giving it to Chas.

"Yeah?" He sounded anxious.

"After I leave the ship tell Kaylie I'm sorry and I'll be back soon ." Chas and Cid were quite for a moment and Jeremey was reminded of talking on a phone, the headsets were a lot like a phone. One didn't have to push a button like a regular radio communicator.

"Alright." Chas said quietly, "Hey, promise me you'll come back man." Jeremey closed his eyes and pushed the button to open the door. Wesley's eyes seemed to bulge out of his head and he lost all color in his face.

"I promise.." Jeremey opened his eyes and looked at Wesley, "Put the headset on." Wesley put it on and looked out the door; they were at least 500 feet off the ground, give or take. Jeremey scanned the area and saw the building he saw Seymour on about a mile away. He cursed his rotten luck.

"You're trying to give me a heart attack aren't you?" Jeremey smiled, "Um, how are we gonna get to street level?" Jeremey pointed to a fifty-seven building roof before the top ten floors exploded. Jeremey rocked his head back and looked out the door.

"Well, that didn't go too well now did it..?" He smiled, "Oh well, I got a better way down.. Stay with me!" He grabbed Wesley's arm with his left arm and dove out the door summoning his gunblade in his right. Wesley found himself screaming like a girl.

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Another monster faded away as a bullet struck it in the head. But it seemed as though for every monster killed, three more took it's place. NYPD Patrol Officers Larry Biggs and Simon Wedge had been standing back to back in the middle of the street for almost five minutes shooting monsters that got too close to them. Wedge shot another one down, it looked like a cat with giant, flailing whiskers.

"Hey!" Biggs called to his partner, "You think if we live through this we'll get promoted?" Biggs was a tall man in his early thirties, he was about five-foot ten and very muscular. He had green eyes, medium length dirty blonde hair, and had a neatly trimmed beard. His partner looked over his shoulder at him like he was stupid.

"If we live through this, I'm moving to Wisconsin!" Wedge replied slightly annoyed. Wedge was the younger of the two, only twenty-nine. He was about three inches taller than Biggs and wasn't as muscular. He had short brown hair, blue eyes and was clean shaven. Where Biggs liked to joke around and pull pranks, Wedge was a no-nonsense cop that knew his job. People joked that they were almost exact opposites. They suddenly heard something that sounded like an extremely large eagle screaming on the same street they were on.

"What the hell was that?" Biggs said looking up to the sky to see a large black bird falling toward them. The bird was huge, it looked as if it had a wing-span of at least fifty feet. It had a long neck with a mane like a horse and red eyes with black irises. The beak seemed normal enough, except the bird had teeth inside it's beak. It's legs looked like an eagle's only bigger. Biggs was officially creeped out and was about to shoot the bird when he saw a humanoid shape on the bird's back holding on to it's mane with its left hand and hacking away at the bird's wings with a weird looking sword in its right hand. When he could finally make out the shape he saw that it was only a kid. He looked about Bigg's height, had brown hair, and was wearing a gray zip-up hoodie with the word CLEMSON on it.

"Move it Biggs, that things coming right at us!" Wedge slapped his arm and started running down the street, still shooting at monsters. Biggs was too scared to move. The bird finally hit the ground and was flipping over when the kid grabbed another kid and leapt off the bird, landing on a car and hopping off that to the ground. The other kid had hair about Bigg's length, was fairly short, and had on a green shirt that had the word Blind on it. The big bird was flipping end over end coming straight at him. He couldn't move, he was too scared.

"BIGGS!!" Wedge screamed from behind him, snapping him back into reality. He turned to run and tripped over his own feet. He knew it was over, he turned to watch the bird come down on top of him to crush him when it faded away like all the other monsters he had killed, firefly-looking lights floating out of it's fading body. He stood up shaking when the kids, the short one looking scared out of his mind, and Wedge ran up to him.

"You alright sir?" The hoodie kid asked him. Bigg's only response was a nod. Wedge took control of the situation.

"Who are you and what the hell was that bird?!" He pointed at the hoodie kid who raised an eyebrow annoyed.

"My name is Jeremey and this is Wesley." The hoodie kid introduced and short kid nodded a greeting, still pale, "As for the bird, that was a Zuu." The cops were dumbfounded. Jeremey shook his head and looked around the city.

"What the hell is a Zuu?!" Color was coming back into Wesley's face now.

"You ever played Final Fantasy?" Biggs shook his head, as did Wedge.

"I don't play video games kid." Jeremey nodded and brought the strange sword up, it looked like a mixture of a gun and a sword, up and rested the blunt side of the sword on his shoulder.

"Well, it's not important, just, um, stay safe and don't get in our way." He nodded to Wesley before tapping him on the shoulder and starting off down the street, avoiding fighting the monsters. Biggs looked at Wedge and raised an eyebrow.

"I'm too old for this stuff.." He said before putting another clip in his gun and shooting more monsters.

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"I hate all this running." Jeremey told Wesley a mile later as they rounded a corner and saw people running out of a subway entrance screaming about being blinded, "What the hell?" He ran to a man who was screaming in agony.

"I can't see!" The man screamed, "I can't see!" The man was short and chubby, and kinda reminded Jeremey of Danny Devito. Jeremey dismissed the gunblade, grabbed the man by his shoulders, and shook him.

"What happened?" When the man didn't answer Jeremey shook him harder, "What happened?!" The man stopped screaming for moment.

"I don't know!" He replied frenzied, "All I remember is waiting for the train and I heard something roar like that big dinosaur from Jurassic Park and I saw a bright light and that was the last thing I saw.." He screamed again. Jeremey dropped laid him down and looked at the entrance. It was dark at the bottom of the steps, Jeremey hated the dark. He stood, summoned his gunblade, and looked at Wesley.

"I'm going in." Wesley looked at him as if he was insane, "Don't worry, I'll be alright.. Just stay here and watch these people." He said unconvincingly before turning to walk down the steps. Jeremey soon realized he was shaking, he was scared. He patted himself down to see if he had anything to cover his eyes with and pulled his sunglasses out of his hoodie pocket. He put them on and put his gunblade in a defensive position as he walked down the steps.

"Lucky.." He got to the bottom and looked around, but the sunglasses only made it darker. He shrugged and walked closer to the platform when he heard a loud growl, kind of like the Tyrannosaur off the Jurassic Park movie. Looking around brought up the same results as last time, darkness. Jeremey soon realized his knees were knocking together. He heard the growl again down the tunnel behind him and he spun around only to be greeted by a bright light. Luckily he had the sunglasses on and the effect was only like looking at the sun for a few seconds.

"Shit.." Jeremey shook his head, "Bastard!" He heard a roar very similar to the Tyrannosaur's and charged in that direction screaming angrily.

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Wesley heard the roaring sound the man was talking about and looked down the steps to the subway.

"I hope Jeremey's alright..." He said to himself. What happened next almost made Wesley soil himself. The ground about thirty feet away cracked and exploded as a five-headed dragon flew out of the hole. It's wingspan must have been at least 120 feet. Each of the five heads was a different color and seemingly a different breed of dragon: one was red, one green, one black, one white, and one blue. The rest of the body was black and the wings were dark purple. It was flying as if it was hurts and when it got about fifty feet off the ground the end of it's tail finally emerged to reveal a screaming Jeremey holding on to it with his left hand.

"Ahh!!" Jeremey screamed as the dragon shook it's tail and he was thrown into Wesley. The red dragon head roared while the green one hissed and the dragon flew away.

"Jeremey, are you alright?" Wesley asked Jeremey, who was laying on his back, "Are you hurt?!" Jeremey groaned and stood slowly.

"Only my pride.." He said watching the dragon fly away, "I'll get you next time.." Suddenly Cid's voice blared over the headsets.

"What the hell was that?!" Jeremey had totally forgotten that he could hear everything that was going on.

"Tiamat.." Jeremey responded only to hear Cid struggling with someone.

"What the hell is the matter with you?!" Kaylie's voice screamed into Jeremey and Wesley's ears. Jeremey grimaced, looked at Wesley, and nodded behind him.

"Let's get gone." He said and started to the building Seymour was on, "I'm sorry, I didn't want you to get hurt." He knew that was the wrong thing to say, but it was the truth. They heard he huff and growl.

"I'm gonna beat your ass when you get back." Jeremey smiled as he kicked through the glass doors of the building.

"Fair enough." Wesley looked over at Jeremey and shook his head, "What?" Cid had gotten the headset back.

"She went crazy kid." Jeremey laughed and started toward the elevator.

"I can see that happening.." Wesley said to which Jeremey laughed some more. Jeremey heard something running really fast outside and turned in time to see a large yellow-feathered bird that looked like a mix between a chicken and an ostrich run by the door.

"Wark!" Jeremey rocked his head back.

"A Chocobo!" He saw a little white creature riding on the Chocobo's back. It was about the size of a Chihuahua, had big black eyes, tiny purple demon-like wings, a big red nose, and a single antenna with a red poof-ball on the end.

"And a Moogle.." Wesley said smiling. The little Moogle pointed in front of the yellow bird and it sped up.

"Kupo!" The Moogle cried as the Chocobo barreled through a sidewalk full of monsters, some fading away, others getting back up and growling at the strange duo.

"That was new.." Jeremey said and turned his attention back to the elevator, which looked strange to Jeremey, something wasn't right. He looked closer to see that it was moving ever so slightly. Jeremey's eyes widened, he looked around the lobby, and spotted the REAL elevator. He grabbed Wesley by the sleeve of his shirt and ran to the elevator just as two clawed hands emerged from the wall and the fake elevator faded away to reveal a skin-colored wall. Jeremey heard a growl and turned to see a large, reptilian head emerge from the wall above the two clawed hands. It looked at them and hissed.

"Damn that was close!" He said as he pushed the elevator button to go up. The door opened and they piled in. Jeremey pushed the button the button for the sixty-fifth floor, as high as it would go, and the two rode the rest of the trip in silence. When they reached the sixty-fifth floor and stepped out of the elevator they were greeted by a low growl to their right. Jeremey was the first to look.

"Crap.." He said as he saw the monster. It was about the size of a leopard, it even had spots. But it had a lion's head, bright blue eyes, and a white chest and underbelly. Instead of regular whiskers, the monster had a long spotted antenna that ended in blue fur on each side of it's mouth. It opened it's mouth and roared like a lion. Jeremey pushed Wesley forward and the two ran toward the steps and the cat-monster turned the corner and followed them.

"Know what that is? Wesley said sarcastically. Jeremey looked back and ran faster as he realized the monster was catching up with them.

"A Torama." Wesley smiled and shook his head. Jeremey grimaced as he realized he needed to divert the Torama's attention. He grabbed Wesley's shoulder. "Run through that door, don't go up the steps, but close the door you run through. I'll be there in a moment." Wesley looked at him, realized what Jeremey was doing, and reluctantly nodded. As Wesley continued down the hallway Jeremey turned into the nearest doorway and realized he hadn't seen anybody in the building. They were probably all evacuated or something, it didn't really matter at the moment. He turned around when he reached the middle of the room and raised the gunblade in a defensive position. The Torama stopped at the door, growled and it's antennae shot into the air and started shooting yellow electrical energy between the two. Jeremey lowered the gunblade.

"No..." He turned and dove behind a desk in front of a large window, "Not that! Not that fuggin Blaster attack!" A ball of electrical energy was crackling between the antennae while Jeremey was covering his head with his hands. "I'ma die, I'ma die, I'ma die.." The energy suddenly shot forward as an energy beam and struck the desk, obliterating in completely. But, unfortunately for Jeremey, the force of the explosion blew him out of the window behind him. Jeremey screamed at first then frowned as he cursed his luck.

"Just my luck.." He said angrily, "I die cause a stupid cat blew out of a window.." When he landed it wasn't the hard cement he expected to feel below him, but it was something extremely giving, it reminded him of a trampoline when someone lands on it. He looked around and saw stone-looking spikes beside him and around him and he heard a sound like leather being twisted. He realized what he was on suddenly.

"Shit.." He said as right before he was shot into the air like a bullet. He looked down to see a Bomb's black eyes bulging out of it's head before it exploded, sending Jeremey up faster. He saw the Torama leaning out of the window looking down at him and dismissed his gunblade. When he reached the cat he grabbed it's antennae and pulled himself inside the window. Before the creature could react he kicked it out of the window to hear it screaming on the way to the side-walk.

Jeremey sighed, extremely relieved, before turning to walk to the door Wesley had entered. Wesley started when Jeremey opened the door, but sighed.

"Knew you would make it." He said smiling. Jeremey only shook his head and pointed up the steps.

"Let's finish this." He said as they trudged up the steps to the roof. They opened the door to see Seymour standing on the edge of the roof telling the monsters where to go. He turned around when he heard the door opened with a scared look on his face.

"Oh.." He said looking at the two Bombs and one Torama around him, "I didn't expect you to make it all the way here.. But, I assure you, you will go no further." He pointed at them and the monsters ran and flew toward them.

"Wesley!" Jeremey said as he dodged out of the way of a tackle attack from a bomb, "Go get Seymour, I'll get the monsters!" Wesley nodded and started off toward Seymour. Jeremey dodged the other Bomb and smacked it with the flat side of the blade into the Torama. The Bomb grew a little bigger and the Torama fell backwards.

"Hah!" Jeremey yelled as the Bomb and Torama unsuccessfully tried to shake off the effects of the hit and watched the other Bomb zoom in to tackle Jeremey, who dodged and kicked the Bomb into the door. He then picked it up by one of the spikes on it's head, which was almost hot. He watched as the Bomb grew bigger and slammed it into the door again to watch it grow even bigger and finally, like a baseball batter, smacked the Bomb at the other monsters on the roof. The Bomb slammed into the monsters and the trio fell off the roof. A moment later an explosion sounded below, causing the building to shake.

"No!" Seymour screamed in a panicked voice, "You're ruining everything! I won't let you!!" He screamed and pointed at Wesley, who was running toward Seymour rubbing the iron part on his knuckles. Behind Seymour four thorn riddled vines slithered onto the rooftop followed by a strange plant. Wesley stopped and looked at it as a flower blossomed on the top to reveal a single bloodshot eye in the middle. It looked directly at him and starting flailing it's vines at him like octopus tentacles.

"Damn!" Wesley cried jumping and dodging the vines on his way to Seymour. The plant screeched as one of the vines fell to the roof limply, green juice emitting from a severed end. Wesley chanced a quick glance to his right to see Jeremey severing another tentacle. The plant screeched again and turned it's attention to Jeremey as Wesley reached the body and kicked it aside to reveal a terrified Seymour.

"No!!" He screamed as Wesley leapt up and delivered an uppercut to Seymour's jaw. Seymour could feel his jaw being shattered and his body falling over the side of the building. "This.. Is.. Not over.. Yet.." He spread his arms out and closed his eyes before crashing into a car, ruining the frame forever.

"Wow.." Jeremey said stepping up beside Wesley and looking over the edge, "Now I know how Spider-Man feels." Wesley looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"And what was the name of that plant monster, O Final Fantasy Guru?" He said sarcastically. Jeremey looked at the fading plant he had killed and back to Wesley.

"I think it was a Grat.." He slapped Wesley on the shoulder, "Let's get back down to street level. Hey Cid, mission accomplished!" He said walking back to the door.