JustPrompts -- Doppelganger
((Y'know, this may end up being quite long, because it's just a very fun scene to work with.))
This room looked like it hadn't been used in a long time. Dust covered some of the furniture; an old antique dresser, an elegant looking ebony chair with an off white cushion attached, a table knocked to the side with one leg broken...
There was still no sign of the client. He had called the man who had a package for him to deliver, but there was no answer. Cloud just kept getting his voicemail. "I'm unable to take your call right now, so please leave your name and message. I'll get back to you as soon as possible." He got it that some clients wished to remain anonymous, for special occasions, but this was ridiculous.
So what am I here for? Breathing a sigh through his nose, he felt this man--whoever it was--had just wasted his time. Fuel for the Fenrir for instance didn't pay itself. Anyone who owned a motor vehicle knew that. There were people who counted on him, and he wanted to spend time playing with Marlene, Denzel, and the other children later.
Who in their right mind would call a delivery guy and then just leave him alone in a place that was silent as a tomb? No one he knew, that was for sure. Cloud saw no point in remaining here, and already he was turning to leave the empty master bedroom. At the corner of his sight, he turned to stare at the large mirror mounted against one of the walls. He thought he noticed something move... There was just something not right here at all. The very atmosphere was too quiet, and the eeriness right now was making Cloud see things.
He exited the room and proceeded to leave. As he moved toward the stairs, he could hear footsteps following him, as slow as his. Pausing, not turning around, he snorted. Great--this mansion's haunted, isn't it?
Cloud turned around to see a man...a man who looked a lot like him. His hair was much darker than Cloud's but styled the same way. A sly smirk spread across his face that looked exactly like Cloud's as he balanced a replica of First Tsurugi on his shoulder.
A trap... I've been set up. That man must know me somehow, Cloud suspected as he unsheathed his own First Tsurugi--he had been right to trust his instincts to bring it with him before exploring the empty mansion. His sinister looking clone showed his weapon, and positioned himself in the same fighter's stance as his.
No words were exchanged (Cloud on his part having no idea what to say) as they clashed swords. Their strength bounced off of each other at first, then the doppelganger flipped off from the railing to land on the main floor. Playfully, he motioned for Cloud to come down.
Cloud leaped and landed with a second thunk. He noticed his darker half was fighting more fiercely, determined on slicing into him. Shifting to a strong defensive side was done without any thought, repelling off the attacks. Openings in which to retaliate back weren't wasted. Cloud pushed his opponent back.
Was this going to be a fight to the death, or was this just a game to his double, whose mako eyes hinted nothing but mischief? "Tell me, what do you know of the man who called and set this up?"
The other didn't answer and started to charge, his First Tsurugi blade held high. Cloud separated one of the smaller blades and blocked the other's strikes while he did his.
It wasn't long until Doppelganger Cloud had the real Cloud evenly matched. Steel clanged against steel as the battle raged on. Cloud would have cast a spell or two with his equipped Master Materia if he didn't believe that it would slow him down. No, this was to be blade on blade this time.
I've got to end this somehow.
One of the doppelganger's swords brushed up against Cloud's blonde spikes then flashed an evil smile, causing very short strands of hair to fall to the floor.
Cloud's glare intensified while keeping up with the other's pacing. He had to duck once as his sinister counterpart moved his swords together like very large scissor blades. The other seemed way more cockier, somewhat on how Cloud used to act three years ago, the way Cloud used to charge head on without a care. Seeing this from his own dark side caused more adrenaline to pump out.
As Cloud ducked, he struck--his blade slashing through a pant leg. Black colored blood trickled from the wound but Doppelganger Cloud showed no signs of slowing down just yet. This person...thing...was twisted and of foul nature, and was never going to stop and listen to reason. There was to be no end until one of them would fall, dead and bloody.
The phone in Cloud's pocket started to ring, but there was no way he could answer it without exposing himself to an open attack! Something had to be done about this annoyance whose motive was to fight him to the death. Once more he tried to find the flaw in his double's pattern, but found it difficult; their fighting styles were so similar.
The phone rang again. Cloud was starting to slow down, his energy beginning to run low rather than the distraction of the ringtone. The doppelganger was slowing down less. He could see more black blood spilling out of the wound he caused. The way his opponent moved and avoided slipping on the wood floor was surreal.
He realized it would take too long to wear out his enemy, so he had to start reaching inside himself to pull off a very powerful attack. A Limit Break.
He stood firm, and knocked one of Doppelganger Cloud's weapons away. "Enough."
His opponent stepped back with a sneer, and faded out of view. The small puddle of black and the sword lying there on the floor disintegrated. This fight was over, but Cloud had a feeling that his enemy would be back.
His phone was ringing for the sixth time now. Cloud put placed the skinnier of the two swords back into place, and reached into his pocket to answer the call.
"Enjoyed the company," asked a familiar male voice. It was deep, and at first Cloud believed he was actually kind...until the doppelganger started to attack him.
Cloud's single grip around First Tsurugi's hilt tightened. "Who are you," he demanded. His tone had a deadly calm to it.
"It's too early in the game to reveal my identity now, Cloud."
His confident and cryptic answer started to plant frustration inside him. "I don't have time for this. If you know who I am, you would know I'd tend to take your kind of games very seriously."
"Your honesty is much appreciated," came the reply, unwavering and not afraid. "In fact, you should take this seriously, if you want to continue to be alive and well--"
"I do, and plan to find you," Cloud coldly interrupted. One of the worst things about villains besides their trickery was the psycho babble.
"I wish you the best of luck." There was a single click coming from the other end, ending their phone conversation. Cloud continued to hold his phone open in one hand. After pressing some buttons and going through the different menus, he found where he could dial back any call he would receive.
He waited for a minute before giving up, getting the voicemail message once again. This mystery man--whoever he may be--didn't seem to want to make things easy for Cloud.
He pocketed his mobile phone before sheathing his weapon. He felt his own time limiting itself today as he got on Fenrir. His one and only thought was the need to return to Seventh Heaven. If this new threat knew him, then it was a strong possibility he might know of Tifa, the children, and the rest of those he cared about...
This room looked like it hadn't been used in a long time. Dust covered some of the furniture; an old antique dresser, an elegant looking ebony chair with an off white cushion attached, a table knocked to the side with one leg broken...
There was still no sign of the client. He had called the man who had a package for him to deliver, but there was no answer. Cloud just kept getting his voicemail. "I'm unable to take your call right now, so please leave your name and message. I'll get back to you as soon as possible." He got it that some clients wished to remain anonymous, for special occasions, but this was ridiculous.
So what am I here for? Breathing a sigh through his nose, he felt this man--whoever it was--had just wasted his time. Fuel for the Fenrir for instance didn't pay itself. Anyone who owned a motor vehicle knew that. There were people who counted on him, and he wanted to spend time playing with Marlene, Denzel, and the other children later.
Who in their right mind would call a delivery guy and then just leave him alone in a place that was silent as a tomb? No one he knew, that was for sure. Cloud saw no point in remaining here, and already he was turning to leave the empty master bedroom. At the corner of his sight, he turned to stare at the large mirror mounted against one of the walls. He thought he noticed something move... There was just something not right here at all. The very atmosphere was too quiet, and the eeriness right now was making Cloud see things.
He exited the room and proceeded to leave. As he moved toward the stairs, he could hear footsteps following him, as slow as his. Pausing, not turning around, he snorted. Great--this mansion's haunted, isn't it?
Cloud turned around to see a man...a man who looked a lot like him. His hair was much darker than Cloud's but styled the same way. A sly smirk spread across his face that looked exactly like Cloud's as he balanced a replica of First Tsurugi on his shoulder.
A trap... I've been set up. That man must know me somehow, Cloud suspected as he unsheathed his own First Tsurugi--he had been right to trust his instincts to bring it with him before exploring the empty mansion. His sinister looking clone showed his weapon, and positioned himself in the same fighter's stance as his.
No words were exchanged (Cloud on his part having no idea what to say) as they clashed swords. Their strength bounced off of each other at first, then the doppelganger flipped off from the railing to land on the main floor. Playfully, he motioned for Cloud to come down.
Cloud leaped and landed with a second thunk. He noticed his darker half was fighting more fiercely, determined on slicing into him. Shifting to a strong defensive side was done without any thought, repelling off the attacks. Openings in which to retaliate back weren't wasted. Cloud pushed his opponent back.
Was this going to be a fight to the death, or was this just a game to his double, whose mako eyes hinted nothing but mischief? "Tell me, what do you know of the man who called and set this up?"
The other didn't answer and started to charge, his First Tsurugi blade held high. Cloud separated one of the smaller blades and blocked the other's strikes while he did his.
It wasn't long until Doppelganger Cloud had the real Cloud evenly matched. Steel clanged against steel as the battle raged on. Cloud would have cast a spell or two with his equipped Master Materia if he didn't believe that it would slow him down. No, this was to be blade on blade this time.
I've got to end this somehow.
One of the doppelganger's swords brushed up against Cloud's blonde spikes then flashed an evil smile, causing very short strands of hair to fall to the floor.
Cloud's glare intensified while keeping up with the other's pacing. He had to duck once as his sinister counterpart moved his swords together like very large scissor blades. The other seemed way more cockier, somewhat on how Cloud used to act three years ago, the way Cloud used to charge head on without a care. Seeing this from his own dark side caused more adrenaline to pump out.
As Cloud ducked, he struck--his blade slashing through a pant leg. Black colored blood trickled from the wound but Doppelganger Cloud showed no signs of slowing down just yet. This person...thing...was twisted and of foul nature, and was never going to stop and listen to reason. There was to be no end until one of them would fall, dead and bloody.
The phone in Cloud's pocket started to ring, but there was no way he could answer it without exposing himself to an open attack! Something had to be done about this annoyance whose motive was to fight him to the death. Once more he tried to find the flaw in his double's pattern, but found it difficult; their fighting styles were so similar.
The phone rang again. Cloud was starting to slow down, his energy beginning to run low rather than the distraction of the ringtone. The doppelganger was slowing down less. He could see more black blood spilling out of the wound he caused. The way his opponent moved and avoided slipping on the wood floor was surreal.
He realized it would take too long to wear out his enemy, so he had to start reaching inside himself to pull off a very powerful attack. A Limit Break.
He stood firm, and knocked one of Doppelganger Cloud's weapons away. "Enough."
His opponent stepped back with a sneer, and faded out of view. The small puddle of black and the sword lying there on the floor disintegrated. This fight was over, but Cloud had a feeling that his enemy would be back.
His phone was ringing for the sixth time now. Cloud put placed the skinnier of the two swords back into place, and reached into his pocket to answer the call.
"Enjoyed the company," asked a familiar male voice. It was deep, and at first Cloud believed he was actually kind...until the doppelganger started to attack him.
Cloud's single grip around First Tsurugi's hilt tightened. "Who are you," he demanded. His tone had a deadly calm to it.
"It's too early in the game to reveal my identity now, Cloud."
His confident and cryptic answer started to plant frustration inside him. "I don't have time for this. If you know who I am, you would know I'd tend to take your kind of games very seriously."
"Your honesty is much appreciated," came the reply, unwavering and not afraid. "In fact, you should take this seriously, if you want to continue to be alive and well--"
"I do, and plan to find you," Cloud coldly interrupted. One of the worst things about villains besides their trickery was the psycho babble.
"I wish you the best of luck." There was a single click coming from the other end, ending their phone conversation. Cloud continued to hold his phone open in one hand. After pressing some buttons and going through the different menus, he found where he could dial back any call he would receive.
He waited for a minute before giving up, getting the voicemail message once again. This mystery man--whoever he may be--didn't seem to want to make things easy for Cloud.
He pocketed his mobile phone before sheathing his weapon. He felt his own time limiting itself today as he got on Fenrir. His one and only thought was the need to return to Seventh Heaven. If this new threat knew him, then it was a strong possibility he might know of Tifa, the children, and the rest of those he cared about...