Rgaining Truth | By : shadowmaster Category: Final Fantasy Anime > Final Fantasy 7: Advent Children Views: 563 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy 7: Advent Children, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Regaining Truth
By: HELIX, of MPS SHAOWMASTER
Given at the rate things can happen, how long can a person
survive their darkest nightmares? How
long can an immortal survive torture with out losing themselves? How long can a
person survive in a form not their own?
Pain. Pain and more pain. The black-clad captive didn’t know how
long it went on. Days, weeks, months,
it didn’t matter. All that mattered were the few times the pain stopped and he
(she?) was conscious. Those times seemed few and far between. They did not mess with her (him?) sexually.
The one man who tried was executed. That was his (her?) longest reprieve. They had to have their prisoner watch
the execution after all. Time passed.
More time passed and at long last, although the prisoner didn’t know it, the
end came. The prisoner lapsed into unconsciousness.
The prisoner opened his eyes.
There was a guy with weird red hair talking to someone on a phone in the
room. He closed his eyes and went back to sleep. The next time he opened his
eyes, there was a black guy with a suit that was a size or
two too big sitting in a chair, staring at him intently. The prisoner sighed and let sleep overtake
him again. Each time the prisoner
opened his eyes; there was a different person in the room. There was a guy in red, a black haired girl
with some sort of cross-weapon-thingy, another black haired girl, and two
different blond guys: one with goggles pushed up on his forehead and one
wearing dark blue and black with spiky hair.
When he finally
fully awoke, there was a brown haired boy and a young girl in a white dress in the room. He stretched
and sat up. There was a clank. Looking over at his right wrist, the
prisoner noticed he was chained to the bed. He raised an eyebrow. Well, this
wasn’t unexpected. He looked over at the kids.
“’Allow.” The kids didn’t answer.
“Guess you’re not suppose to talk to me, huh?”
The boy looked at the girl and she started to run out of the
room.
“Oh, well.”
There was a loud crash and a roar. The girl stopped. Then there
was the sound of running. Of a four- legged creature running. Their way.
“Friend of yours? No? Lock the door. NOW.”
The girl did as he said. Something ran headlong into the door.
The lock held. There was shouting on the other side of the door. The creature
rammed the door again. The prisoner turned his attention to the shackle on his
wrist. It was in between his hand and a flared cuff. He started wriggling his
glove off. He then, not without difficulty, slipped the shackle off. He then got up, putting the glove back on,
and looked around for a weapon. It sounded like a battle was going on outside.
There was a short staff that looked like it was made of bones and some sort of
sword in a sheath leaning against a wall. He grabbed the staff.
“Both of you, go hide.”
They ran to what he assumed was a bathroom. He heard a lock go snick.
The door was rammed again, then again. On the third time, the door broke. The
creature was some kind of monster. The monster attacked him. Swinging the staff
like it was a baseball bat, he made a solid hit on the thing’s head. It was
knocked down. After a moment, it started to get up.
“What the hell are you made of?” He moved away, putting his back
to a wall, across the room from the monster. It shook its head, saw him and
roared, running to attack him.
“Big mouth, but such a little brain.” He said, stepping aside to
allow the monster to run headlong into the wall.
“Let’s see if these tactics will work again.” He moved to the
wall by the bed. They did.
“Hmmm, third times the charm. You don’t learn very quickly, do
you?” This time he twirled wile getting out of the way. He saw that he was
between the monster and the door the monster had broken through. Then he
noticed the spiky haired blond guy.
“Want a turn with this thing? I’ll play bait.” He stepped out of
the way, allowing the monster to run straight at spiky, who killed it with a
single swing of his sword. The monster turned into a black mist, which quickly
dissipated.
“That has got to be one of the weirdest things I’ve ever seen.”
He muttered, then turned to spiky.
“What was that thing? Or do I not want to know? Or, is
that thing new? Either way, the kids are in the bathroom.” He said, pointing
his thumb in the direction of the bathroom. The spiky haired blond guy stared
at him before going to the bathroom door.
End
chapter 1
M/S:
Well? What do you think?
Tai:
Hmmm, not bad.
M/S:
That’s ALL???
Tai:
Well, for your first FF7 fic…
M/S:
I’ll have you know that I was working on this awhile before I started typing it
up!!
Tai:
Yeh, and bugging me on how to write it…
*muttering*
M/S:
AND it’s FF7 AC!
Tai:
One question, WHY this turn of events?
M/S:
I couldn’t figure out how to write the original version, and it’ll get me to
the same place.
Tai:
HUH?
M/S: I thought you were in my head
Tai:
I’m in your mostly unused ESP area, and I don’t venture out very far.
M/S:
Ahh, ok. There is only a minor detour I need to take to get back to the
original version.
Tai:
OK. Now, I thought you said the main caremmmuuu
M/S: *gagging Tai with her hand* DON’T GIVE
IT AWAY!!! It’s a MAJOR plot twist!!!!
Tai:
mmmuueeeesssssss
M/S:
Any way, we got to start working on the next chapter.
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