Final Fantasy 7 - Advent Children
Twist of Fate
Chapter 1
Seemingly vast opportunities pass our lives day by day. Though some of them are mostly thought out thoroughly in our subconscience, we do find ourselves glimpsing at the life that could be. That was the dream of many of the towns people of Midgar. Yes, desolation reeked throughout the city, as the buildings were tore, trashed, and downright deplorable. It was no wonder why people seemed so darn depressed a good majority of the time. No one wanted to live in a desolate city all the time.
People wandered from shop to shop as if the energy were being sent in little shockwaves through the cracked concrete sidewalk into the earth's core, the world feeding off of their misery. All save the children were depressed as the children played in the dried up city fountain, sharing their marbles with one another to knock the other's out. The older kids stood there in the shade, swapping and whispering secrets from one another, as if the worst rumor had just begun. In a sense, it had, as they knew that "The Trio" was coming into town, and that meant one thing: Trouble, and then some.
The puttering of small engines could be heard nearing the corner of the city. The people scampered into the nearest buildings, stores and houses, just to stay out of eyesight of the gang. The motorcycles roared into the streets loudly but slowly, as if they were dragging their ownselves through from a long trek in the desert. The click of the engine turning off for the motorcycles made most people jump as the leader, Kadaj, stepped off the mighty machine and took a glimpse around the area. He spotted the children, staring at them for just a few moments before turning his attention to his brothers.
"Wait here for a while. I'm gonna get me some fresh air..." The group started to protest the idea, but decided against it. Kadaj waltzed toward the church, his eyes glued to the doorway only. His mind was not at ease in the least bit. His mind was in utter turmoil, and for good reason; there had to be a way to bring back the member's mother from the grave, just how he was gonna get the solution and find out what it did was gonna be no easy task. Even though Kadaj hadn't really been a man of faith, he believed that maybe, just maybe, some high deity could hear out his sorrows and stress and grant him some sort of solution to solve the mystery.
He went in through the doors, going fairly to the front of the church house. He sat down in a rickety pew, plopping down on it soundly. He looked up solemnly at the stained glass window, crossed his hands formerly and spoke to himself, and to whatever high deity could possibly hear him. "I know I am not asking for much...but..." He felt the tears whell up in his eyes, and his voice choking on the sobs that were taunting to come out. He swallowed hard and spoke once again. "I just want to bring back you Mother. I know that Yazoo is just a dolt, and Loz is just a big ol' baby, but there has to be a way to bring you back. If only...if only..." The last few words were sputtered out sadly as he wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt. He stood up, dusting off the bottoms of his breeches before stopping this obsessive patting for a small voice, one of annoyed pain. He was being watched.
He rounded the other side, silently moving like a triumphant adder upon the small morsel of prey that may lie behind that single pillar. He closed his eyes, prayed quietly to himself, as he rounded the corner quickly, whipped out the twin-bladed nightmare of a sword at a pink haired female. He spoke with a harsh, cynical tone. "You were watching me, weren't you?" Little had he known that the female he just cornered was gonna be more than what he truly imagined.