Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Firestarter. ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
Prologue:
In the Blackjack II, Setzer is in his kitchen cooking dinner. He walked over to the sink and dumped a bowl of noodles into a collinder; everything was going fine until- He drew in a sharp breath seeing a wall of flames jump up from his stove.
The gambler quickly grabbed a pot and filled it with water dumping it on the fire to put it out only, "Oh no." the water hit the flames as though it were gasonline making the inferno spread across the counter. He looked around frantically for something- anything that could help him.
The fire transformed into little tiny sparks of monsters that danced around the counter and then onto his shirt. "AH!" He brushed at his shirt trying to brush them off but it wasn't working, he fell against the wall in a panic and the burn was getting into his skin. He was losing it and it wasn't helping him get the flames off any faster.
'I've got to get out of here.' He thought to himself but when he tried to stand he was jumped by the whole fleet of them. "Aaaah!!!" He cried out and snapped his eyes open breathing hard and thinking to himself.
'It was a dream, the whole bloody thing was a dream and-....' But it wasn't a dream. The flames danced along the walls of his bed room and he stood up on the bed. 'I've got to save my ship.' He thought for a second and jumped to the chandellier swinging himself across it and landing heavily to the wooden floor.
His feet padded down the hall and to the top of the deck. Setzer had no other choice but to land himself and if he was going to save the Blackjack it was gonna have to be in the water.
The gambler went to the control panel and started the ship up and rolled the wheel towards the South Figaro sea, he pressed on it as hard as he could and finally saw the stretch of the ocean just as the deck of the ship began to fall through.
In the Blackjack II, Setzer is in his kitchen cooking dinner. He walked over to the sink and dumped a bowl of noodles into a collinder; everything was going fine until- He drew in a sharp breath seeing a wall of flames jump up from his stove.
The gambler quickly grabbed a pot and filled it with water dumping it on the fire to put it out only, "Oh no." the water hit the flames as though it were gasonline making the inferno spread across the counter. He looked around frantically for something- anything that could help him.
The fire transformed into little tiny sparks of monsters that danced around the counter and then onto his shirt. "AH!" He brushed at his shirt trying to brush them off but it wasn't working, he fell against the wall in a panic and the burn was getting into his skin. He was losing it and it wasn't helping him get the flames off any faster.
'I've got to get out of here.' He thought to himself but when he tried to stand he was jumped by the whole fleet of them. "Aaaah!!!" He cried out and snapped his eyes open breathing hard and thinking to himself.
'It was a dream, the whole bloody thing was a dream and-....' But it wasn't a dream. The flames danced along the walls of his bed room and he stood up on the bed. 'I've got to save my ship.' He thought for a second and jumped to the chandellier swinging himself across it and landing heavily to the wooden floor.
His feet padded down the hall and to the top of the deck. Setzer had no other choice but to land himself and if he was going to save the Blackjack it was gonna have to be in the water.
The gambler went to the control panel and started the ship up and rolled the wheel towards the South Figaro sea, he pressed on it as hard as he could and finally saw the stretch of the ocean just as the deck of the ship began to fall through.