Trapped in the world of Final Fantasy 8
Chapter 2 – New beginnings
Mark was in a dark room made of chipped stone and a chill and swirl of darkness hung in the air.
'Where am I?' muttered Mark, getting up slowly, he felt a strange pulsing through his body and his mind began to swirl.
'You're with me…' said a quiet hissing voice. Mark turned and saw a tall cloaked figure that was bathed in dark energy. Mark couldn't see its face but he could see its piercing yellow fires that seemed to burn in its sockets.
'You won't escape me again…Soon we will have our revenge' it hissed and Mark felt woozy and he fell into some unimaginable void.
He awoke with a start. Mark found himself in a high tech hospital he had several doctors and nurses surrounding him and he tried to get up, he still had a mission to complete…Whatever that was.
'Rest…You have not fully recovered' said a middle aged female doctor wearing a strange blue uniform that Mark didn't recognize
There standing in your way, destroy them! We must complete the mission.
Mark felt a dark energy fluxing within him. The doctors and nurses were flung into the walls and fell into a crumpled pile of bodies. The darkness seemed to grow and his mind was stripped of light and kindness. Mark pushed himself to his feet and dressed in one of those revealing gowns he walked silently down the halls and corridors. He stopped in front of a large mirror and briefly inspected himself.
'I must have been unconscious for a while' thought Mark as he looked back at a reflection that couldn't be his. His face was slim and sharp featured, his eyes were a strange murky green-grey-blue and his hair was fairly short and spiky.
Also it appeared that he'd acquired several scars along his face and his eyes were slightly bulging and blood shot.
Another burst of energy rippled within him and knowledge of dark spells and the mission flashed into existence inside his mind.
That's right Mark you must destroy Squall and Rinoa!
Destroy…Kill...Revenge for mother…
'You will all pay' he hissed, rising up to his full height. He punched his fist into the mirror and it shattered along with about half of the wall, unbeknown to him his eyes had turned a bright crimson and fangs burst from his gums.
'I'm much stronger in the final fantasy world' mused Mark quietly as he left the bathroom and sneaked off towards the doctors lobby. He snuck in quietly, there was only one other person in there. A tall fellow with blond hair, about 25 or so. Mark grabbed him from behind and struck him fall force on the back.
The doctor collapsed to his knees and Mark quickly took his trousers, white trench coat and sun glasses and scrambled into them, because all he had on was one of those white hospital gowns. And he also took his wallet.
'Draw…' commanded Mark and the magic in the man transferred to him. 9 Curas and 4 Holys.
'I'll need to pay a little visit to Odine's lab' he muttered to himself. He'd need magic and technology before he took on the seeDs to enhance his power.
'Cura…' whispered Mark and the white magic flowed to the wound, and stopped the bleeding that was oozing from the unconscious man's head.
Why spare this one?
He is nothing, he is worthless and he is not a threat.
'Odine here I come…' he grinned and back in the dark world the shadowy specter watched on approvingly as Mark was slowly being taken over by the dark energy in his soul. Everything was going according to plan.
Meanwhile at Odine's lab, the crazy old inventor who dressed like a clown was working on the bronze prism prototype, a small object about the size of a fist and incased in riveted bronze scales. The prism was a very unique type of molding technology, the prism can mold into any shape or form that you could think of. However it required a great deal of mental control to use it. Only a handful of people can use it. Odine morphed the prism into the shape of a machine gun and then into a miniature robot.
'The Prism is even better than I virst believed' cheered Odine as he reverted the prism into its original shape. You see readers that the prism is controlled by mental force, however the mind of the user has to be very strong for them to control it.
'I'm sure I can figure out this slight problem eventually' sighed Odine as he put the prism with the blue prints to his design.
'Then I'll be able to revolutionize the weapons industry…and pretty much everything else!' mentally cheered Odine
Suddenly there was great deal of commotion outside. There were the sounds of guns firing and screams of shock and pain. The steel doors to the main part of the lab exploded and several guards were thrown like rag dolls into the lab.
A man dressed in a white lab coat and trousers entered. He turned towards the wounded guards and removed his large black sun glasses. Revealing an imposing sharp featured youth with flaming eyes, and Odine felt this man drain away their magic reserves into his being using an advanced kind of draw.
The guards shuddered and died. The man appeared to be about 17 or so years of age and had coal black hair and his eyes were the color of crimson and it literally glowed with an inner flame that send shivers down the inventor's spine. The intruder had various half healed gashes on both of his cheeks and a thin scar under his right eye that resembled a cross.
The man turned and advanced towards Odine and raised his hand which was bathed in a yellow light and seemed to pulsate.
These weapons will be useful. Take them!
'Back off ugly!' said Odine activating the Prism and morphing it into a plasma cannon; his favorite weapon.
'Interesting toy' said the one eyed man, putting his sun glasses back on. He casted a thundara spell at Odine's weapon, sending it spinning from his hands. The man then drove his fist into Odine's stomach with inhuman force. Causing Odine to double over and released his lunch all over the floor.
'Who are you? Why are you doing this?' gasped Odine, his body shaking as pain rocketed up and down his body.
'My name Odine is Mark Green and I'm here for some of your 'toys'' said Mark with a smirk. He stooped down till he was face to face with Odine.
'Provide me with some of your more powerful inventions or I'll rip out your throat' threatened Mark. And it was then that Odine noticed the Mark had fangs and he passed out.
Pathetic, I smell this mortal's fear…
Yes I sense it…
'Pathetic…' Muttered Mark who began to search the lab. He found several mechanical ABSORB's, which are robot skeleton limbs which are absorbed into the body like water and they greatly enhance strength and speed. He absorbed several of these and took the DEVIL'S LIGHT; a black, medium sized double barrel shot gun and thanks to Odine it would never run out.
He also took the Bronze prism; he read its blue prints and found considered it to be a very useful.
He morphed it into a copy of Vincent Valentine's riveted bronze claw hand. He attached it firmly over his right arm. He paused briefly to kick Odine in the side, with his new strengths and the ABSORB implants the light kick send Odine hurtling into a wall and cracking it slightly.
'Crimson canyon here I come' laughed Mark as he punched through the concrete wall and stole one of the high tech cycles and drove off into the night.
A week later at Balamb Garden, Commander Squall Leonheart was sitting at his desk being swamped by paper work.
'How did I let Cid talk me into this…?' sighed Squall leaning against the desk and closing his eyes. Suddenly there was a ring on his communicator. He activated the screen and his father Laguna Loire appeared on the screen.
'Hello son we've got an emergency on our hands here' said Laguna quickly 'I need you and the garden here at Esthar immediately, there's a murderer on the loose and his already killed Odine and every guard and worker in his over sized lab. Please Squall we need the seeD's' and the screen went blank. However something didn't seem right, being concerned about a murderer is one thing but he looked plainly terrified.
Squall swore under his breath and asked his assistant to bring in Rinoa, Quistis, Zell and Selphie. It looked like they had another job on their hands. Perhaps it was a trap, his cheery, cluts of a father was obviously scared about something and a single nut job wouldn't do that. Something was up.
Back at Esthar Laguna Loire, president of Esthar was at gun point. The young man who had slaughtered everyone in Odine's lab was in his office and had a gun to his back. He had made Laguna call the Balamb seeD's for some reason and was telling Laguna VERY firmly that if he made any communications to Balamb he wouldn't live to regret it.
Before the white clothed man left he shot at the vid-phone on Laguna's desk and cast an ultima spell upon the president. Knocking them out cold.
'They'll soon be here and then Rinoa I will have my revenge' said Mark as he tucked his gun under his belt.
As he left the office he heard a faint shaky noise and he turned to see Laguna pointing his gun at him.
Mark look out!
Laguna pulled the trigger and a hail of bullets struck Mark in the chest and was thrown into the wall and sunk into unconsciousness as his magic forced out the bullets and healed the wounds.
Laguna pushed a small button on his coat, which began to flicker. Moments later the retrieval team led by the feisty Kiros and his mute companion Ward.
'Holy shit!' exclaimed Kiros rushing forward to help the battered and shaken president to his feet, while Ward and the retrieval squad seized the unconscious dark haired youth and bound him in hand cuffs.
'Put him in the top security prison…His the one who killed everyone at Odine's lab' muttered Laguna weakly.
Kiros gave the orders for an ambulance for Laguna and a nice high tech prison for Mark. Boy he was in trouble.
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Well here's another chapter out of the way, look's like Mark's in trouble now, we'll I'm sure he'll be out of there in no time!
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Next chapter 3 – Big trouble