A/N: Hola! I've come to you all with another writing attempt on my part. I'm unsure how this will play out, so please review. I need to know if I should scrap this thing or not, that way I can move onto other projects. Therefor constructive criticism is very much desired. Thanks to all those who have enjoyed my previous works, I appreciate it and hope you will enjoy this one as well.

Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy XIII or Final Fantasy Versus XIII, so no trying to sue me.

Genre: Horror/Supernatural/Angst/Romance/Action

Summary: The world isn't quite as it seems, but who do you turn to when no one can be trusted? Two souls, connected by an unforeseen thread, find their paths crossing. Together they can usher in humanity's deliverance, but that is far from the agenda of a sinister force.

Chosen
Prologue: Visions

There was nothing. Total emptiness. There was only white. There was light. Then fell drops of black. Diffused did they like ink in water, wispy tails swirling. The light was fading to dark, the white slowly being overtaken by black. An obsidian hand formed, almost as if it were reaching outward only to be pulled back. In the darkness formed faces; all indisputably fixed in anguish. Their screams were loud but silent; the unrelenting wails of a perpetual pain that sought futile alleviation.

From the black was born the red. Distinguished and alluring. It was life, but also was it death. The red seeped from eyeless sockets of tar, and dripped from ashen lips. With the red came sound. Splat! Splat! Splat! It formed into pools beneath black silhouettes that clutched at themselves. Screaming. Always soundlessly screaming.

Red became the sky; became the blood. Black was the humans; black was the creatures of the land. And the white? It was but a pinpoint in the sky of red. Fading. Fading. Fading.

The humans of black tore at each other. Shredding. Tearing. Gnashing. From their mutilations, blood endlessly trickled. Limbs were severed, and heads skipped away from torsos. Squish! Hands dug into flesh, separating torsos with a sickening wetness. Severed were organs, wrought free from shells of flesh. Bleeding throats were clutched, and all around the humans fell. Eventually, not one stood.

From the stillness came a serpentine hiss. This hiss became menacing laughter, deep and dark. A voice bellowed, "Surrender to me your flesh."

In an instant two pairs of eyes sprang open, both sets miles from each other. There was a boy with hair so dark, it was blue; and a girl with hair of a bright pink. Sweat saturated their bodies as they both simultaneously stared upwards at their ceilings. Their breathing was hard, and whatever clothing adorned them, stuck like a second skin. Immoveable were they in their fright, their hearts banging against cages of bone and muscle.

"A. . . dream," they spoke, trying to distinguish reality from an overactive subconscious. In the backs of their minds, something told them that was more than an ordinary nightmare.

Okay, I've had an idea for this story for about two weeks now, and I figured it time that I get started on it. I feel extremely inspired, so I'm hoping the upcoming chapters will be issued out rather quickly. If not? I apologize in advance. I wanted to do something that was not only dark, but truly scary. I never really wrote anything like it before, so I really want to try it out. My mind can be pretty twisted, so I don't think I'll have too much trouble. Just so you all know though, I'm pretty much going to wing this entire thing and see how it turns out. Usually I like to sit down and plan stuff out, but I don't have time for it with all the other stuff I'm doing.

Of course we all know who the boy and girl are. They aren't anywhere near each other at this point, and have yet to meet. All will come to make sense (hopefully).