a final fantasy VII tale about something that happend before Cloud

Joseph watched without emotion in his eyes no tears to shed he felt nothing
he looked around at the bllod splatterd ground but still showed no emotion
"what a fool....."

Joseph walked away with Draco and Jack behind him
"why would he do that Joseph"asked Draco
"I dont know but for some reason I think hes still alive but im not going to waste my time staying here on this lifeless patch of dirt and death"

Joseph walked alond the road without even a thought of crying or feeling remorse Joseph truly didnt care he felt nothin so he did nothing about it

Draco and Jack followed behind slighty panting
"phew hey Joseph can we take a rest"asked both of them at the same time
"sure why not the city is just up ahead though"

Josep Jack and Draco reached the beautiful city glimmering lights shone in Joseph's grey lifless eyes
an amazing look of shops,malls,lot of humans pets demons angels and other creatures living in harmony whitch was quite odd,many demos would have despized the angels and tryed to fight with them but not these creatures

on top of a mountain stood an amazing dazzaling castle with blue roof tops towers seemingly able to reach the heavens

Joseph pointed to the castle"that castle dragonia is our destnation ok guys"

[Aleks]

(Mog6 it is not to late to join here)

"But first we rest,cause if not you and your mmission is long forgotten"Joseph looked angry:"ok,then but you pay with your own money"

After booking into the Inn(hotell),Jack went out to see what he could buy in this little town.He was planing to visit the weopen store when he heard that familiuer sound behind him,"What do you want robot?"
"where are you going", the robot asked.
"away from you"Jack answered.
"you must identify where you are going"
Jack turned around,facing the robot he opened the back of it let`s see.clik,clik.(Jack disabled that thing with identifying)

Inside the shop he could see a large bastard sword."how much is the sword"The shopkeeper turned around."1700 gil"

Later that day he checked the sword he had just bought.Shinra was going to get a big bill in their post.

Nibelheim Outskirts: Post-Death of Epyrts Dwolk

From inside the hooded truck a pair of glowing yellow eyes could be seen peeking out. Though it wasn’t visibly determinable, the eyes seemed to be surveying the bloody scene with great interest. One of the lower ranked SOLDIER, who had been celebrating their quasi-victory over the rebel Wutai warrior, caught its illuminous gaze and flinched in surprise. Despite the formidable mental calm that usually pervaded his features, he felt strangely restless, as if he knew intuitively that whatever hid in the darkness of that truck tent could bring great destruction.

He slowly turned to a nearby ally, motioning towards the unknown pair of eyes. However, it was not needed. As soon as shaken SOLDIER began raising his arm to signal a slow rumble began to permeate from the hooded vehicle. The intensity and rapidity of the seismic disturbance augmented further and further and further within seconds, which took a few SOLDIERs by surprise and sent them falling onto their backs.

“The hell is going on!?” cried a SOLDIER. His answer was met simply with his question a few times over, though the wording may or may have not been more promiscuous.

For a moment the glowing yellow eyes dimmed to nothing, but within that split second returned even brighter than before. The earthen shuddering furthered expanded in force, and it was then that the truck exploded in a blaze of sunset hues. The inferno’s dazzling color was accented by the blackened debris of metal, rubber, and cloth. Smoke piled its way into the clouds above, much like how skyscrapers would seemingly pierce the sky. And, from within the flame’s core a booming voice could be heard.

“They call me Gato!

“I have metal joints!”

“Beat me up…

“…And earn 15 Silver Points!”

--

Shin-Ra Headquarters, Midgar: In parallel time with the trek to Nibelheim.

The white-walled room, illuminated only by the glow of monitors, beeped incessantly with the sound of electronics. Computers and various other equipment lined three of the five walls, each of which did its part to form the room’s pentagonal shape. The two remaining walls, which situated next to each other, had large view screens integrated into them that had almost taken up the entirety of each partition. Complicated-seeming formulas flashed on each screens, the hum of multiple fans peering out from under the sound of computer thought.
In the middle of this mechanical mass stood a singular chair, wires from two and fro attached to various outlets in it. Buttons aligned the arm rests and the plush cushions buzzed every so slightly from the vibrations of the surrounding equipment. In the chair a man sat, his figure drenched in a midnight cloak with even more wires attached to it here and there, tapping away at the panels to his left and right. He paused momentarily, and whispered to himself about how this journey would be quite the danger. Pausing a moment longer, he smirked from under his garment and again whispered, “Though, this is the perfect way to test my new creation.”

“Ding! Pop!”

The sound emanated from the man’s rear and he swerved around in his chair to face the source. What he saw next simply amazed him, enough to have him jump from his seat. He looked on for a few seconds in astonishment and then finally yelled out, “My Pop-Tarts are done already?!”

He ran over to the cubic device, examining its contents. He then sighed, seeing that his toasty and warm snack wasn’t either; it hadn’t even defrosted! “Curse this damned thing, the heads better order me a new toaster or there’ll be hell to pay. I’m a simple man by many means, and with that said I cannot tolerate any trickery with my toasty treat!” He stomped back to his chair and plopped himself down, turning back to the screen.

“Ding!”

“What the hell is it this time!?” screamed the cloaked figure as he turned back to the toaster. Only this time, no Pop-Tart was visible.

“Excuse me, Mr. Gameo,” came a voice from the side. The cloaked one turned his head, coming face to face with a man holding a disk of sorts. “Excuse me, Mr. Gameo. I’m sorry to bother you, but I have come to deliver data disk you required.”

“Excellent,” grinned Mr. Gameo. “This is a turn for the better, indeed,” taking the disk hastily from the deliverer.

“Is there anything else you’d require of me, sir?” asked the delivery man timidly. Mr. Gameo paused a moment in thought at this, and then grinned from under his cloak.

“Why yes there is, George,” said Mr. Gameo, walking over to one of the counters just ahead. Then, with alarming speed, he picked up the toaster and hurled it at George. “Catch!” he yelled out.

Unfortunately, poor George did not catch it. Even more unfortunate was that Mr. Gameo’s aim was not all that good at the time. And thus, the striking of Mr. George’s nads was not an untruth.

“No, George!” screamed Mr. Gameo in fright as George fell to the floor. “I’ll get help immediately!”

This, on the other hand, was an untruth. By some ironic twist of fate, the two Pop-Tarts, which had laid dormant until now, leaped from their 360-degree prison and escaped. They landed on the floor, and time stopped for a moment. Gameo could only stare in horror, and for a moment his heart stopped just as time seemed to have. A tear ran down his cheek and he screamed in pure terror as he ran for his toasty, and now dirtied, treat.

Mr. Gameo made a desperate dive, knowing it was his only hope to save what he had craved for so long. He thought for a moment he would never reach it, but quickly pushed the doubt out of his mind, knowing he had to believe in himself if he was to succeed. And thus success was rewarded to him, and he felt the warm, buttery, crispy bread touch his fingertips. Still on the floor, he snatched up both Pop-Tarts and devoured them quickly, mumbling something unintelligible about the 3-Second Rule while chewing.

With an unconscious and convulsing George now far from his mind, Gameo placed his attention back on the disk in his hand. Walking over to a computer console, he inserted it into its proper slot and hit a few keys on the panel. A tiny red light flashed on, signaling that whatever he had intended to do was a success. He walked back over to his chair, plopping himself down for the third time within that twenty minute period. Tapping a few buttons on the panel on his right armrest, Gameo looked at the screen. Anticipation shined in his eyes as the sound of a grandfather clock’s tick filled his ears.

Thirty minutes later, an all too familiar hymn could be heard. Some say he had gone mad. Some say he was lonely. Some say he was a striving musician. Some say that those Pop-Tarts had something other than dirt on it. But none of them were right, for it was simply—

“They call me Gato!” sang Mr. Gameo!

--

Nibelheim Outskirts

All SOLDIERs turned their undivided attention to the melodic, though robotic, tune that was being sung. They wondered who, or what, could sing such a silly song at such a dire time. Some also wondered if they had some marshmallows in the back of their transports, since fighting powerful rebels made for a mighty hunger. Well, all except for the commander of this SOLDIER contingent, anyway, who’s mind had been drawn to the greater two matters.

His first thought, as common sense would dictate, was who could have caused such a ruckus. His second though, though, set him apart from the rest; it’s what made him the Commander. His extraordinary mental discipline told him, that without a doubt, it would be possible to make smores.

None of them had much more time to think, however, for at that very moment the beast bared its fangs and burst from the violent inferno. While some only saw a blur of black, red, and a tinge of yellow, other’s saw the true form of what had emerged. The blackened mechanical creature, a crimson claw for a hand and square, gold beams for eyes rushed forth. I pushed its way through the ranks of SOLDIER, trampling all that were unfortunate enough to stand in its way. From afar, its vicious warcry could be heard:

“I HAVE YOU NOW, GATO! YOUR SILVER POINTS ARE MINE!”

The monstrosity of a mecha continued through the brigade’s line, leaving nothing but blood, various limbs, and its sizeable footprints where it had once been. This went on for sometime, its warpath becoming evermore erratic, jumping and turning side to side. It then abruptly stopped and grabbed hold of the closest SOLDIER to it with its claw, squeezing the helpless being ever so tightly.

“Ah yes…You are indeed a beauty!” it said to the SOLDIER.

The SOLDIER whimpered in fear, moreso because it was afraid of being harassed by the inanimate object than because he was afraid of death.

--

Shin-Ra Headquarters, Midgar

“Ah yes…You are indeed the beauty!” exclaimed Gameo.

He had not long ago put aside his gaming for something even more precious to him. A delivery of sorts, one that was quite real and a portrait of beauty to him. He stroked what would have appeared to be his, her, or its waist gingerly, whispering sweet nothings. He gave a tight hug, and giggled.

To Gameo’s side, two men scampered to pick up George’s twitching body, eyeing the cloaked man oddly. They were quite scared of him, actually, which made the task of recovering George’s body go ever so quicker. Running to the door, one grasping George’s shoulders and the other his legs, they turned hurriedly to Gameo one more time. The older of the two, clearing his throat, spoke up:

“I hope you have fun sir. Have fun enjoying…”

“Yes, yes I will very much enjoy my 22nd Century Ironwood Barrel with pure steel bands, filled to the top with Grade A Premium Mako! Indeed, it is a work of art…And so much more. It is something, or someone even, that should be touched, felt, and hugged! It wants you to share in its splendor as well! Come Giggs, Hedge! Join in our happiness!” cheered a blushing Mr. Gameo, stroking the barrel every so often.

“Er…That’s okay, sir,” said Giggs, the older of the two deliverymen.

“But I insist!” exclaimed Mr. Gameo.

“Sir, if I may! We must get George here to the infirmary, or I fear he’ll never have babies!” said Hedge.

“Bah, fine! It’s your loss!” said Mr. Gameo, turning back to his barrel. With that, the two men left.

Gameo gave the barrel another tight squeeze, nuzzling it tenderly. He then heard a crack and felt something neither hot nor cold run down his cloak. He pulled away for a moment to notice a fairly wide crack in the barrel, which continued to grow as green liquid flooded out.

“Wait a minute! This isn’t Ironwood at all! This is cheap particle board! CURSE YOU SHIN-RA PARCEL DELIVERY!”

Mako flooded from the barrel, covering a good part of the floor within the room. It touched sensitive wires, causing sparks to fly every which way. Even the wiring on Gameo’s robes sparkled in a short-circuiting magnificence. Gameo, in all his wisdom, took the best course of action possible and began to run around like an idiot.

The monitors flipped from the game he had been playing to the battlefield ahead, where hundreds of SOLDIERs lines his view. In the distance, he saw a helicopter take to the sky, Hojo cackling and mooning the populace below.

“Oh crap, I left Mr. Robo on. Oh crap, the wires are short circuiting. OH CRAP, IT’S GONNA—“

--

Nibelheim Outskirts

The black mecha released the SOLDIER from its crimson grip, fidgeting and twitching. The SOLDIER breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he would be alright. Unfortunately, he knew wrong.

The mechanical monster roared, sputtering the phrase “Oh crap!” over and over. The missile bays on its chest opened, and it began to fire the contents in rapid, random succession. The howl of massive scorching eruptions could be heard in every direction.

And finally after one more barrage of explosives went flying into the air, the mecha began to twitch, sparks flying from every joint in its body. “OH CRAAAAAP!” was what could be heard from miles away, just as the battlefield was absorbed in a horrendous, fiery light.

And so missiles rained down upon land bordering nearby cities, which made for a spectacular fireworks display.

Joseph walked into a ar and sat down
"ill take some whiskey"
a woman glaced at him then started to walk over to him
"well well what do we have here are you by chance Lord Joseph the one everyody talks about"

"I didnt know was the popular"
Josph stood up not wanting to talk to a damn horny woman only looking for sex he was a man of honor he would never sujeck hmself to that

Joseph walked into a Weapon Strore to see a huge
Mythril Sword even hevier then his Buster Sword and by the looks of it Deadlier
"Sir I would like to have that sword over there"
The man looked at Joseph then the sword
"no way I will if you use it in front of me then"
Joseph walked over and picked up with great ease and put it on his shoulder then he dwundg it like he was swinging a wooden sword the man stood there with his mouth open
"oh okay you can have it for free"

Joseph walked back to the hotel and pulled his new sword out of the case
"wow"said Jack with a glimmer in his eye
"yes it an awesome blade isnt it"

Joseph strapped it to his side it was shorter than his Buster Sword so it could hang to his side and not dragg on the ground

Joseph took off his swords and laid down on his bed
"ive never been in a bed sience

**10 years ago**

Joseph walked along the path carrying his small Buster Sword wooden replika as he kicked around on the beach
"Joseph"

"yes father"

"I want you to have this"
Josephs father handed him a normal sized Buster Sword
"wow father but it weighs 100 pounds im only 11"

"age doesnt matter son,I know you can do it one day youll easily carry 1000 pound Buster Sword you will be a master just like me"

Joseph went to bed thinking about his sword and what his father said

**back to the present**

Joseph looked at his new sword the Black blade with flames at the bottome and the Key et the bottom on a small chain

with the handle wrapped tightly with padded Leather and cotton the beautiful silver dragon eyes lined with gold and inside each eye on the four dragon heads were daimonds the Blade made of Black Mythiril and lined on the eadges with a Titanium alloy mixed with a silver Mythiril Shard.

Joseph drifted slowly of to sleep waiting for the day he would get to go into the Castle again

[Aleks]

Jack was lying in his bed he could`nt sleep he keeped thinking about what had happend to Epyrt.It was awfull.
He could not understand that Joseph could be that.......One moment he is sitting in a truck the next....Joseph acted like nothing,who is Joseph? who is Joseph?,Who is Joseph? he could not get thoose questions out his head."why are they calling him lord?"
Ahhh.. the pain hit Jacks head,He could see a man with long white hair and in a black long dress.He had a long sword.he could also see a Man with spiky hair and his sword.The man with the white hair killed a girl(Aeris).
The man escaped and they fought something they called Jenova."YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS MUST PREVENT THIS"a loud voice said.Jack had just seen the future and his son........

Jack woke up that morning he could smell that something was going to happend.He was just going down to get some breakfeast in the in when someone knocked the door.Come in,Jack said.His brother walked in-Draco."listen Jack,did you see in to the future last night?"
"yes I did"Jack answered.
"me too,I saw.....I saw......I saw..."
"what?"
But before he got to say it Joseph went inside the room."what you talking about?"
Jack looked up to see the mystick man who had just walked in.
"get ready to visit the castle",he said.
Draco and Joseph walked out.Jack just opened the chest he was keeping the Bastard sword.He dragged it out.he had a feeling he was going too need it..a lot.

Meanwhile in Rocket townpeople was wondering what had happend a day ago.Rumors were going around tat the Shinras was going to destroy the city.but it was just rumors,offcourse it was not true.

[Zell]

Draco, Jack,and Joseph walked outside the inn. That's when Draco heard some voices and looked over to see that the voices were 30 soldiers looking for him, Jack,and Joseph. "Uh-oh we got some trouble" Draco said. Draco pulled out his sword and yelled "were over here you @$$holes." The soldiers turned around and ran toward Draco.

Joseph pulled out his two swords
A blindong light came from nowhere and surrounded Joseph when it dissappeared he walked out with 2 Eagle like Wings comming from his back,his armor was Silver,His Swords had became one and the blade was white and glowed with a Holy Light

"you fools you never ever step foot on Holy Ground such as this now youve really pissed me off"
while he was saying this the wind picked up and blew the SOLDIERS back a few feet

Joseph ran at them and swung his sword as a resent came from the blade and easily killed 20 men
the rest ran away and hid like rats
"fools they thught they could kill an Angel Lord of Dragonia castle"

Joseph walked in follewed by the rest of the Party

they walked in two doors,they looked around to see beutiful paintings on the walls statues fountains along woth beautiful Oak hard wood floors a red carpet and on either side were 10 Knights in armor

"stop"one of them said after Joseph had just went by
"you can let themn through they are with me"
Joseph said with anger in his eyes

"ok Lord Angelus"said the Knight trembling in fear
Joseph walked on by a kneeled before the king
"your Majesty,there is much trouble I think Shin-Ra will tryto take over the Castle and the town if we dont do something I was a spy there and I tried to figure out thier plans as you ordered"

"yes I know I have heard little but I know enough that I must now take action,I send you to infiltrate and kill thier leader"

"okay sir,bit I must ask you if my allies who have aided me in battle,if you prep them for battle"

"yes,Knights take these men and prep them for battle,Now!"
the Knights escorted the men to seprete rooms and gave them new weapns to use in the fight and armor

[Annikai]

Name: Skurai
Race: Human
Attacks: Bloodlust, Unholy
Weapon: Talatsu (a long sword with a curse. The sword can not be discarded by it's user until it's quest for the perfect blood has been quenched. The sword talks to the owner.)
Apperence: Tall and skinny with long black hair. He has large armor on his shoulder but other than that he is not wearing much armour and the rest of his clothes are skin tight and black.
Biography: He is the cursed prosecutor after the perfect blood that will finall quench his sword's thirst. In Azgard he was considered one of the most fearsome criminals around but then he woke up in a new dimension.


Skurai stands on a hill looking down on a goup of knights protecting what looks to be a castle. "Talatsu do those look satifiying to you?"

"They look like they will make a nice snack but the ones inside..."

"I see you sensed it too." And at that Skurai jumped down the hill into the middle of where the knights gathered.

"Who are you!?" one of the gaurd said in a demanding tone.

"Who am I? Why I am the bringer of your death." said Skurai. He then ran up to the first knight and attacked. With one fell swoop he chopped off the knight's head. "Ha ha ha, how is that Talatsu?" The gaurds stared at him horrified. "Well which one of you are next? Talatsu still hungers for more."

Joseph heard a scream of pain and he ran out side
"what the hell"
he jumped into the air and sliced into the creatures chest
"im the protector of this Castle Lord Angel as they call me your not welcome here"
Joseph changed in a flash of light into his true Angel uniform and state os holy light surrounded him like the Holy Light from heaven

the light was so Holy it burned the creature with it tremendus Righteousness

[Aleks]

Meanwhile Jack was sitting in his bed at the Dragonia castle.A servant approached him, and said "I see that your sword iis better then the sword i was commanded to give you,your new armor is laying her meet up in the hall were you will be shown were your and your friends is going to eat dinner.

Jack...

The monster...

was...

thrown...

dressed up....

into the...

now.....

window....
(read every second line)

the window collapsed in the monsters pressure.up outside in middle air Joseph was standing in the angel armour.the monster was looking angry at Jack.Jack drawed his sword and ran against it.the monster paired the cut with a strange sword and then pushed him with all his force against the wall.the wall was collapcing.Jack was not noticing any pain because of the holy armour but if he fell trough the wall and then down 60 floors even the armour could not save him.Joseph was trying to get in but a blue field casted by the monster was holding him away.in a stricke Jack wawd his sword,the monster didnt expect that sword to make that big damages but the monster fell and hit the wall,at the same time Joseph had gone trough the force field."but thats impossible",After that the that the monster fleed as fast as he could.

After that episode Jack got a new room.the next day Jack woke up he heard a knock on the door."come in"he yelled.

Joseph walked in
"I just wanted to thank you,that monster could have easily destroyed the Castle while was outside the barrier
I want you to be my right hand man,do you accept"
Joseph outstreached his hand to the now fully awake
Jack who was quite shocked to see Joseph doing this,Joseph didnt seem to be the kind of man to ask such a question after all.

Jack shook Joseph's hand
"sure ill be you right man"
"dont mind the King when I tell him,in the last War my right hand man died there I havent had one sience,Your quite a bit stronger then him and that sword of yours,it came with a Holy materia"
Joseph rach into his pocket and pulled out a white Materia
"its my birth right giving to me by my Father King Of Angels,Agelus also known as Angel like me
you can call me Angel instead of Joseph"

[Zell]

Draco walked outside and heard Joseph make Jack the offer. Right before Jack could answer Draco said"I won't let you destroy Shin-ra."If you want to kill the leader of Shin-ra you will have to kill me first." Draco pulled out his sword and got into his stance got ready to battle Joseph. Draco would have to use every skill he had learned to defeat Joseph.