Disclaimer and/or introduction:
Everything belongs to Squaresoft. Well, except for the stuff that I
made up myself of course. Now, obviously this piece of fanfiction is going
to make a lot more sense if you have actually played the game first, and
thoroughly investigated evryrthing it has to offer.
Now, I don’t claim to be the best author in the word, hell, I wouldn’t
even class myself to be even a good author (and that is not modesty I can
tell you), but I wrote this purely to get an idea across. My idea. And
whether you like that idea or not is up to you, the reader. This piece
of writing is intended to be long, a fifteen chapter/setting/whatever fic,
with each chapter/setting/whatever taking x amount of single spaced pages
in size 10 font, therefore making it large. Not as large as some, but large
enough. Well, that’s enough from me, but feel free to email me at dangerchocomog@hotmail.com
Cheers,
~Luke L. Haslam
Prologue
It has been two years since Cloud Strife finally killed Sephiroth at
the centre of the planet, in the final attempt to save the planet from
complete destruction. As Sephiroth was killed, Meteor had already entered
the planets atmosphere and Midgar had already fallen to its power.
As the planets population finally gave up hope and accepted the end,
there was one last chance that might save them. The Lifestream poured out
of the planet and enveloped Meteor, containing its power into one tiny
area. The strain on Meteor was too much and it finally exploded in a brilliant
flash of white light that could bee seen by the population of the entire
planet.
Shards of Meteor were thrust towards the surface of the planet at alarming
speeds, creating hundreds and thousands of craters all over the planet,
and many of the shards fell into the sea, creating tidal waves hundreds
of feet high. One of these tidal waves took covered the town of Junon completely
underwater, but after a year of complete submersion the water finally drew
back, and the only inhabitants that survived were those that sheltered
in the underwater reactor. The immense amount of dust that was created
covered the planet in perfect darkness for over one and a half years, before
finally sunlight could bee seen.
The planets climate has now changed. It is constantly semi-darkness
in almost every region of the planet, and all of the grass that was once
growing in the fields has died off, leaving miles of wastes everywhere.
Midgar was the only city to be terribly affected except for Junon,
and now lays in ruins. Its inhabitants have all died out and is now a town
of nothingness
The Shinra Corporation, once believed by all to finally be over, is
still in action, and the new President, who’s identity is unknown to everyone,
except for his right hand man, Heidegger, still takes Mako energy out of
the planet, in his greedy attempts to make a living out of this dying planet.
Several resistance factions have now been set up, much the same as
the now world famous AVALANCHE, but any of these who are found out are
immediately destroyed by the vast armies of the Shinra.
Cloud Strife and his friends have not become distant, instead trying
to fight the Shinra as they did before the reappearance of Sephiroth. But
for every man or woman that gives their life in a vain attempt to destroy
the Shinra once and for all, to the Shinra they are just a worthless life
that will make them even more money, at whatever the cost.
Two years later…
Reno stared out of the train’s dirty window. It had become blackened
over the years due to the increase of pollution in Midgar, and as he ran
his fingers down it the green stuff clung to his fingers and refused to
let go. He shook his hand and noticing it still refused to leave his hand,
wiped it across the back of the seat in front of him, smearing it all over
the torn, faded blue seat covers.
‘The train will be arriving in ten minutes.’ called a familiar voice
over the tannoy. Well, it seemed familiar to Reno, because for about three
years all he had done was travel by Midgar Railways Ltd., and he hated
it.
‘How did I get here…?’ he wondered to himself. Slowly he recalled in
his mind the events of the past two weeks, the pain in which he had suffered
and how many people had died in that time.
‘It’s terrible….’ He muttered quietly. In all his life as a Turk he
had never witnessed a period in time in which he had seen so much trouble,
so much pain, so much heartbreak.
‘Where did it all go wrong…?’
He stared out of the window again and sighed. The ruined world sped
by him, the once proud city of Midgar, now lay in ruins after Meteor had
destroyed it. The crumpled towers and factories flitted by; the play parks
where children had once played in, and in the centre of it all, the great
building itself. The great Shinra building stood there proud and tall,
amongst the ruins, amongst the debris, and on the very top floor one light
was till on, glowing out into the darkness and the gloom. There, sitting
alone at his desk, was the President of Shinra Inc., sitting alone and
doing paperwork, Reno guessed.
‘Paperwork for what?’
Reno had no idea why the President had gone back to the building, not
after what had happened. Well, the man must want Midgar so badly, not that
there was much left of it now anyway.
Reno turned his attention at last away from the window and back into
the train carriage. The basket swinging above his head was creaking, and
the panels on the wall to the left of him had become so damp most of them
had either fell off or were hanging off. Reno shifted uncomfortably in
his seat and pulled his feet up off of the floor, the water from the pipes
running underneath the carriage had seeped up through the floorboards and
also into his tattered boots. Drops of water fell from the soles of them
as he lifted them up and placed them on the chair in front, landing in
the puddle which had now formed at the base of Reno’s seat.
‘Ahhh…’
Reno scratched the back of his neck and spat into the puddle. He didn’t
actually know where this train was going, but he didn’t care. All he wanted
was to get out of this city once and for all, and be done with Shinra,
Turks, and all the rest of the things that had been troubling him. He slowly
closed his eyes and tried to go to sleep for whatever time remained on
the train journey, but however much he tried he couldn’t doze off. The
rough material on the back of his seat was scratching his neck, and the
man sitting behind him was snoring loudly.
‘Cut it out…’ Reno muttered. The man didn’t hear him obviously so Reno
turned around in his chair and called to him.
‘Hey man, cut it out!’.
The man turned over and revealed his face to Reno.
‘Rude!’
The man woke up and wiped his eyes. He was dressed in the Turk’s uniform,
although his was torn around the cuffs, and his sunglasses were folded
away into his top pocket. Reno was overcome with fear at seeing Rude, and
he dived off of his chair and bolted down the corridor. Rude wasn’t slow
though, he remembered all of his training like it was yesterday. He dived
off of his chair and sprinted down the corridor after Reno.
‘Get back here!’ he yelled. Reno reached the end of the carriage and
panted, where could he go? All of the doors were locked for at least another
two minutes, and Rude was gaining on him fast.
‘Quickly, quickly Reno…’ he muttered to himself, looking up and down
the door.
‘Aha!’
He found a small hole in the wall just to the left of the door down
at the bottom, where the wood had rotted away and fallen apart. He swung
his foot into it and kicked a small portion of the wall away. He kicked
a bit more until it looked like it was big enough for him to get through.
Without any thought as to what he was doing, he dropped down to his stomach
and crawled headfirst through the hole. It was a very dangerous move, for
as he looked down he noticed he was in the final carriage, and the ground
was speeding away below him.
Rude reached the end of the corridor and grabbed Reno around the legs.
‘Got you now…’ he sneered evilly…