Final Fantasy VII: Blood Hunt
Chapter II: One Idiot Down, One Evil Genius to Go!
I don't own anything.
(Cloud's POV.)
I wonder why Vincent needs the Buster Sword so bad? I drove on through the empty wastelands, my Fenrir roaring across the wild terrain. I feel that there's something wrong. What could Vincent be thinking? He always knows something I don't. I snap back to reality and see something ahead. It's the cliff where Zack's sword is, but there's a whole bunch of thuggish looking people hanging out around it. I pulled up and stopped, Fenrir's engine catching everyone's attention. I checked my back to find a sword. Good. I don't want to open my sword compartment; that would look like I wanted to fight. I also remember I have that boomerang Vincent gave me. I might have to try it out if these guys prove dumber then they look, which was pretty dumb.
"What are you guys doing here?" I asked, dismounting my bike and approaching the person who appeared to be the leader. He had red cornrows and a scarred lip. He was short too. Ugly.
"This ain't yo' cliff," the man spoke. "We can be here if we so choose." His slang language reminded me of Barret, but without any spirit behind it.
"I just came for the sword," I replied. "Then I'll be out of your hair."
"That ain't goin' to work," he argued. "Our boss already claimed the sword. We're just keepin' it safe."
"It belongs to an old friend of mine," I persisted.
I shoved my way through the crowd and pulled the Buster Sword out of the cliff.
"Well unless that old friend is my boss, then you best be puttin' that sword back," the man said, now with a gun in his hand. "You choose; leave the sword and walk away, or keep the sword and don't walk away."
"So if I hold the sword and just stand here, I'm fine?" I chastised the man.
"Don't play cute wit me!" the man yelled angrily. He knew I made a fool of him, and his pride wouldn't have it. Some of the gang members smiled or covered their mouths. "No one play's cute wit Mafer!"
"Is that your name? Mafer?" I asked, getting more of the men to laugh.
"Hell yes it's Mafer, and you'll remember it!" Mafer exclaimed.
"I'll remember when they're making your grave stone!" I replied, holding the Buster Sword in my right hand and now the Hexnarok, my six-in-one weapon, in my left hand.
"Kill him!" Mafer ordered.
(Third Person.)
Cloud jumped high into the air, avoiding three hooligans trying to tackle him. Mafer pulled out a large, claymore type sword and jumped at the airborne Cloud. Cloud held his Buster Sword up and blocked Mafer's first attack, but Mafer followed up with a kick, knocking Cloud down to the ground. Cloud landed on his feet and began to block numerous bullets fired by Mafer's cronies. The gang members fired all kinds of guns, from pistols and rifles, to even huge shell firing cannons. Cloud deflected the bullets, even reflecting some back at their users.
'Time to end this,' Cloud thought to himself.
"Ultima!" Cloud yelled, and a massive green wave of pure energy and rage burst from Cloud's sword.
"Shit!" Mafer yelled as he and his cronies were engulfed in the blast.
Cloud stood ready and watched the dust settle. All of his adversaries were defeated, save for a badly bruised Mafer.
"You tink yo so tough!" Mafer laughed like the idiot he was. "I can use materia too! Cure!" Mafer exclaimed, his wounds fading as a white shimmer flowed across him.
"Try to do that when you're in pieces!" Cloud yelled, throwing his newly acquired boomerang, now equipped with ice materia.
Mafer ducked and laughed.
"That the best you got?" Mafer chuckled.
Cloud pointed to an object behind Mafer, and the criminal spun around, only to be smacked right in the face by Cloud's boomerang. Mafer hit the ground, but got back up. Cloud caught his boomerang.
"You filthy bastard!" Mafer cursed.
He ran forward, but suddenly froze solid. Cloud poked Mafer curiously, causing Mafer to crumble into icy pieces.
"Like I said, in pieces," Cloud smirked.
(Cloud's POV.)
Fighting never used to be this humorous. Except back when that idiot, Palmer, had a truck run into him. Then I looked down at the Buster Sword. I felt like I was stronger somehow. I climbed back onto Fenrir and started it back up.
"Why are you leaving in such a hurry?" a voice spoke behind me.
I twisted in my seat to see behind me, where a man, far fiercer looking then Mafer, stood smiling sadistically. He had an unshaven face, short hair, and an air about him that felt both intelligent and twisted. He was far smarter then Mafer. Then again, pretty much everyone is.
"Oh, wait, maybe you should be in a hurry," he laughed. "Since, as we speak, my men are visiting the 7th Heaven, desperate to know your whereabouts," the man said.
My blood began to boil. I shot off through the wasteland without a moment's hesitation. I must reach Edge! I must protect those I love! TIFA!
To be continued…