A L'cie's-

by BlackLolitaGirl

She was just a college student visiting from Eden... she wasn't supposed to be a l'cie. The whole of Bohdum, tourists and locals, all sent to be murdered on the Hanging Edge because of a fal'cie that had been there for centuries since the war. However, Amelia's branding will open her eyes to the darkest of Cocoon's realities.

2. A Fugitive's Purpose

A L'cie's Life

Critique welcomed.

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After the fight, Amelia sat down, fiddling with her gunblade case. "What are you doing? Get up!"

"Sergeant, how am I supposed to use this at all? I can barely use the sword part and the gun's out of the question. How am I going to protect myself?" The sergeant took Amelia's gunblade, case and all, and took off her own, comparing the two. After about five minutes, she handed Amelia her newfound weapon case, standing with her own.

"Watch closely." She effortlessly reattached the case onto her person, but her "student" had some trouble. After the cases were back on their bodies, the sergeant grabbed their gunblades, and sheathed them inside. "This is how you draw your sword." She slowed her speed to demonstrate proper technique, and even showed her how to use the gun. After the miniature tutoring lesson, the group ran off to make up for lost time.

What is the point of this? All this damn shooting and Pulse paranoia... Amelia laughed at her own joke. Pulse paranoia. What if she told her fellow rebels? Would they laugh? Roll their eyes? Would they even respond? As they encountered more PSICOM, an enforcer looked at them.

"Deportees, huh?" He seemed to look at Amelia. "Isn't that an Eden University Military Studies uniform?"

"Don't answer." The sergeant mumbled. Amelia nodded to the sergeant, but the enforcer took it as his answer.

"I see. What's an Eden resident doing here? Miss, I suggest you drop the weapon and run. I wouldn't want things to turn ugly."

"Translation, sergeant?" She asked, drawing her weapon anyway.

"He'll kill you regardless. That or worse." Amelia knew that the second PSICOM started chasing her, the second she saw other tourists being rounded up like cattle. The locals who had no idea that a monstrosity such as a Pulse Fal'cie was within walking distance... The government was full of bull. After the PSICOM team's defeat, and more running, there was a loud siren, and the air was even more tense with a foreboding aura. Sazh was the first to point out the cause of this living hell, and they could only stare at the Fal'cie, with fear, pure hatred, and clandestine determination. She wondered about Snow, and the other members of NORA, and the woman and her son from Palumpolum. What good is being here? Amelia sighed and shook her head, running to catch up to Sazh and the sergeant.