| GCB Fanfics: Vs. Mode |
Vs. Mode - Interlude: "A Foreshadowing of Chaos"He prances down the halls where the Double F's rooms reside, going here and there like a bunny on crack. He goes wherever he wants, which nobody knows, hopping sideways, around, forward and back. His looks are bizarre, most strange and weird, like a make-up kit and lettuce, after together they're grind. His eyes are deranged, his emotions unclear, but one look at his smile, and you see, he's lost his mind. Those who pass him, get out of his way, whether out of fear or annoyance, they do not stay. But the man does not care, he gives out a laugh, he's the only sane person, in a world that's insane. He goes down the halls, then pauses his stride. What is that he hears, there are voices inside... ---- "Do you truly think you can win with that... trinket?" Sephiroth says with a mildly amused expression. Cloud smirks back at his former nemesis as he holds up a red orb. "I'll have you know that this 'trinket' kicked you around like an impudent, bisexual bigamist back in the Northern Crater." Ever so slightly, the features of Sephiroth crinkle as the beginnings of a frown dance on his face. "Don't you ever use that name again." Sephiroth mutters while Aeris giggles in the background. "But Cloud," Aeris mentions after she regains her composure, "don't you think using that on Bowser is a little... too much?" "Heh, of course I won't use this on the turtle." Cloud says as he opens a safe and puts the precious orb in. "I'm saving this for Link in order to prove to someone here that I can handle a little elf in green." Sephiroth snorts at his current leader's comment, "Says the man who was defeated by a plumber." Aeris giggles again as Cloud and Sephiroth glare at one another. "C'mon you two. Let's get out of here and walk around a bit. I don't know about you but I want to look around Nibelheim and see what has changed since we left." With a final glare, both swordsman turn away and walk out of the room with the flower girl. ---- Silence roams all over the house, not a thing stirs, not even a mouse. The man walks out from the illusion he made, he grins a big smile as he enters to raid. Pantomiming a thief, in the room he stalks, he lets out a mad giggle and to the safe he walks. The safe is covered with locks, shields and wards, then he snaps his fingers and it explodes in shards. The red-colored, he gives a glance, "So pretty," he says as he reaches out, entranced. Howls fill his mind as he touches the orb, moans of dying creatures he murdered before. He can feel the power, just touching the thing, and he cackles out loud, as his mind screams. The voices of espers, to the slaughter like lambs, mixes with the trapped summons, for an orchestra of the damned. And Kefka pockets the Master Summon Materia, and walks on his way. And the multiverse shudders on the passing of this day. Next Entry Back |