Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ World Conflict: Final Fantasy 7 ❯ Bootcamp ( Chapter 2 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

I woke up at the sound of a loud alarm, which made me jump on instinct. I was wide awake in a second, but rather cranky. I looked at the time; 5:00 AM. Oh, wonderful, I thought, wake me up at 5:00 for some stupid training excercise. I walked to the door, then jumped again when it opened on its own. After a few seconds, I realized they are automated. {Damn thing scared the shit out of me}, I thought. I walked out to the hall and heard an intercom turn on. "Squad 208 report to the training facility immediately," the intercom blared. I saw the others walk out of their rooms, looking about as cranky as I was. "This sucks," groaned Ian. Amber was trying to fix her hair, "They could have atleast let us take a shower or something first." I just shrugged as a response. I didn't really comb my hair, so it stuck up everywhere. I hated combing my hair. "Let's just get down to the training room before General Piss-And-Bitch decides to send more soldiers after us," Dylan said, giving a loud yawn. The intercom sounded again, "Squad 208 report to the training facility immediately." The woman's voice was so annoying, like scratching sharp nails against a chalkboard, but she said it a third time. "Squad 208 report to the training facility immediately." Apparently, that was us, because we were the only people walking down the hall.

"We're coming, you dumb bitch! Tell you're commander to quit fucking that slut he's with and come find us," I shouted down the hall. Apparently, someone heard me, because the next thing I heard was the intercom, with General Mac's voice, "Zack, if you're smart, you'll respect me. Now get you and your squad down to the training room." Robert gave the finger to a camera watching us walk down the hall. "And Robert, you're mother will be crying her eyes out when I bite that finger off," Mac said. Dylan just muttered, "Aw, Christ...." "Somebody get this dude his porn magazines or something," Ian said. All of us laughed. "I wouldn't be surprised if that bastard had porn magazines in his desk," Amber said. "Oh, well. We just have to deal with him for now," I said. We reached the training room, but I didn't notice quick enough, walking straight into the door. "Son of a bitch," I shouted, holding my forehead. It was locked for a moment. A woman looked through the window, then apparently made the door unlock, because the light went green and it opened. All of us looked into the extremely large room, which was filled with soldiers marching, doing obstacle courses.... The usual things they do.

"Yay, we get to march," Amber said sarcastically. "Zack! Get your ass over here," shouted a woman in uniform, her blonde hair up in a pony- tail and her blue eyes narrowed. Robert whistled. The kind of whistle you use to tell a woman you find her attractive. We walked over to her, then wished we hadn't. She shouted, sounding like a drill seargant, "ATTENTION!" All the others just stayed the way they were, but I was smart enough to stand up straight and stand at attention. She cracked her whip at the others until they stood to attention. "You're going to be tested for physical evaluation today," she said. I groaned. Dylan just smirked, Amber looked frustrated, and Robert was extremely angry... "Where'd your squad member go, Zack," she asked. "Am I supposed to be squad leader or something," I asked, raising a brow at her. She stepped right into my face, "Unless you want me to give the position to someone else." I shook my head. The last thing we needed was to have Ian or Dylan in charge. I went looking for Ian, and found him flirting with some of the female soldiers. I walked up right behind him and smacked him in the back of the head. "Get back in line, or that bitch will go crazy," I hissed in his ear.
"Aw, c'mon," Ian groaned. "'Aw, c'mon' nothing! I'm not gonna get yelled at because you decide you want to try and get a date with some random chick," I said. "Ah bite me," he said, turning around to the soldiers again. I noticed one drill seargant was carrying a whip. I walked over to him, grabbed his whip, walked back, stopping a few feet behind Ian, and cracked the whip. It wrapped around his arm, and I pulled it back and up, making him go flying towards the others. I tossed the whip aside and dragged him back to the seargant. "Not bad," she said, then added, "By the way, my name is Seargant Major Castilla." We nodded, accept for Ian, who was rubbing his back from the landing. "Alright, get to the obstacle course," she said. We walked over to it, getting ready to run. She stood to the side, then shouted, "Go!" Robert, Dylan and I took off like jets, though I quickly got tired from climbing and jumping over obstacles. I eventually just stayed down when I fell. Everyone else got through it, though Amber had a little trouble. Castilla picked me up and said, "Get in line, we're marching." I got in line with the others, marching after the seargant. "Zack, start a cadance," she ordered. I looked at Robert, and he got a huge grin on his face. I realized what he meant, and nodded, then turned back around. I started singing, "Model A Ford and a tank full of gas." The others said it, "Model A Ford and a tank full of gas." "Mouthful of pussy and a handful of ass," I said, trying as hard as I could not to laugh. The others repeated it, except for Amber, "Mouthful of pussy and a handful of ass!"

We all laughed, not being able to go on. I looked at some of the other drill seargants, and they were smiling, trying their best not to laugh. I turned around and saw nothing but a fist crack me in the face. I flew backward, landing on my back. My glasses flew off in the process, shattering as from the fist's impact. Castilla was the one who threw it, shouting, "Show some decency! You will NOT embarass me in front of everyone! Do you get me!?" I got up, not being able to see, but nodded, "I can't see without my glasses, though." She sighed, "I'll get someone to take you to the medical center." Sure enough, a few minutes later a nurse came and took me to the medical center. They put me on a medical table, then injected me with a tranquilizer.

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I woke up later, seeing as clear as an eagle. I waved my hand in front of my eyes, realizing I didn't need glasses anymore. "Awesome," I mumbled. I got up, walking to one of the nurses, "I need to get back to my squad with Seargant Major Castilla, do you know where she is?" The nurse nodded, "Seargant Castilla is in her living quarters, and probably your friends too." "Oh great," I muttered. "Alright, thank you," I said. I walked back to my room, going to sleep on the pillow.

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The next day, I woke up again by jumping from a blaring alarm. I kicked the alarm with my boot until it finally just broke. I got out of bed, walking into the hall. "Aw, hell no," Ian groaned. "Quit yer bitchin', you know they won't change it because we're tired," Amber said. I nodded, agreeing with her. We walked towards the training facility when we heard the intercom, "Squad 208 report to the weapons room." Ian started dancing, apparently thrilled we were getting weapons. Robert just laughed at him because he looked like an idiot. Dylan was kicking a nearby vending machine that had stolen his shit. "Fucking machine, gimme my dollar," he shouted. "Lemme do it," I said, walking to him. I gave it a good, hard kick, "Mothafucka!" It dropped the money out. I kicked it again, "Mothafucka!" All the drinks fell out. Dylan just stared at me, "Well that was unexpected. You usually don't do that." "Oh well, free drinks," I said, shrugging. The others ran towards us, taking about 3 bottles each. I just took all that I could carry and quickly drank most of it. My friends just stared at me as I guzzled about 4 bottles, leaving 2 left. "Damn it, now I'm hyper," I said. We began walking to the weapons room, with me acting stupid all the way. "Mmmrrr...... Cheese and crackers," I said, trembling. Robert stared at me, "What the hell are you on, crack!?" Dylan laughed, "Zack, you look like you've been smoking joints all morning."

"CHEESE AND CRACKERS," I shouted, running around, flailing my arms around like a complete idiot. I stopped in front of them, "America, the only country that has black boys--" I held up a banner of Micheal Jackson growing up, with his white skinned-face at the right. "--that turn into white women." I dropped the sign, running around like I was on dope again. It finally ended when we got to the weapons room. I ran into the door, falling over. I began faking that I was going into shock, "SEIZURE! SEEEIZURE! CHEESE AND CRACKERS!" I got up and ran into the doors again, this time opening them, shouting, "ALBINO ALBINO! ALBINO!" My little "crack" fiesta ended when Callista walked up to me and kicked me in the balls. I fell over, holding my nads while twitching. "ATTENTION," she shouted. Everyone stood to attention, except me. I was too busy holding my nads in pain while moving around the room like a caterpillar. After a while, Callista actually started laughing, then stopped herself, "Alright, pick out your weapons." Everyone walked around, looking at the weapons. I got up slowly, taking a hat that looked like something Micheal Jackson would wear. I put it on and busted out some Micheal Jackson moves, grabbing my crotch at the end. I probably looked like a complete moron, but the hat had a button on it.

I pushed the button, and blades popped out. I put it back, looking at a pair of gloves. Putting them on, I asked Castilla, "What's so special about these gloves?" She pulled out a small wire from the gloves, "Razor sharp wire you can use like a whip... Easy to use, hard to master." I kept them on. Amber chose a sacred dagger, Robert chose two samurai swords, Ian chose a shotgun, and Dylan got an M-60. "Alright.... Time for your first lesson," Castilla said. We slowly gathered around her.

* * * * 5 years later... * * * *

I woke up from the sound of the all familiar blaring of the alarm, just throwing a sharp wire through it, then pulling it back into my gloves. I got up slowly, my skin a bit darker than it was when I was a kid, and I had dyed my hair black and gelled it, making it spike up like Zack's from FF7. I remembered Jonathan always saying, "You're gonna end up like him, getting shot in the head." I laughed at the memory, then gelled my hair to keep it up, walking into the hall. Amber was the first person other than me to come out. She was now very slim, and was definitely beautiful. Of course, all of us had gotten taller over the years. Dylan and Ian came out of their rooms. Other than the scars going across their faces, Ian and Dylan hadn't changed much except for height. Robert came out, his hair gelled even more than I used. "Gonna get lice, man," I said, smirking. He just shrugged, "What lice is there? Space lice? Oh no, look out AIDS." Amber giggled, and I just chuckled. Ian and Dylan were messing with their weapons.

"Hey, Zack... Didn't General Mac want us to go down to the transport room? Said it was important," Robert reminded me. "Oh, fuck," I groaned. I had completely forgotten. We ran over to the transport room, seeing General Mac and Maria, his wife, standing next to a huge machine. "OK, get ready," he said. "Whoah, hold it..... Get ready for what," I asked. "Today is the day you go save that planet," he said. He had promised it five years ago. I nodded, and turned to the others, "You heard him, anything you need, get it now." Robert rushed off and came back a few minutes later with a backpack, then the rest of us remembered we forgot our packs. We all rushed back to our rooms, got our packs, and ran back. Dylan was panting; he hadn't gotten much exercise in the years. Ian was muscular by now, and I only got a bit fatter. Now I had a decent build, hopefully. Robert was wearing a samurai outfit, pretending he was a wise, 19th century samurai. I just laughed at his outfit. Mine wasn't much better though. It was a long, black cloak and a black T-shirt with blue flames on the bottom. My boots had steel-toe, and blades popped out if I pushed a button on them. My pants? Black.

Amber was wearing strange armor made of bone covering her shoulders and chest, and had her sacred dagger in a sheathe. The clothing was black. I don't know the material. Ian and Dylan were wearing gung-ho style clothes. Their T-shirts had their sleeves ripped off, and the pants were ripped in all parts of the leg. Those were from me. We had a practice session last week, and I gave them the once over. Ian's outfit was completely red, and Dylan's blue. I guess you could say we looked like trick-or-treaters. General Mac and Maria just stepped over to the control panels and began turning the machine on.

"Alright, we'll tell you when it's ready," Maria said. The steel rim that enclosed the machine's circle began to glow blue. Soon it was red, and a red portal was shining in front of us. "Alright, it's all set. Get going. And stay alive," Mac said. We waved a bit. "Ian, you're first," I said. He ran through the portal, and the light engulfed him. "Dylan," I ordered. He, too, ran through it and was engulfed in the light. "Amber, you're next," I said. She slowly walked through it, blowing a kiss at me before she disappeared. "I'll go next, Robert," I said. He nodded, and I ran through. Everything around me swirled violently, and I began to fall...