Warning to the General Public: Main characters meet their untimely doom in this. Its sad but true. Read at your own risk. I mean: Please read at your own risk.
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Lo, I have created the craftsman who blows on the burning coals and forges weapons as his work; it is I also who have created the destroyer to work havoc. No weapon fashioned against you shall prevail; every tongue you shall prove false that launches an accusation against you.
Cloud Cover Part Two
The Destroyer
By Junj
Shave and a haircut two gil!
Vincent Valentine groaned, slapping his hand
to his face in an uncommon show of emotion, even if it was irritation. He
leaned heavily on the mop he was holding, taking a peek at the man stomping
out the tune in front of him.
Cid Highwind noticed the look he was receiving,
his foot poised for another rendition of Shave and a Haircut, Two
Gil. He set it slowly down on top of the mound of paper towels covering
the floor of the Seventh Heaven. He scratched the back of his head, his eyebrows
raising.
Am I annoying you? he asked. By
doing this?
Vincent sighed, pushing himself off the mop
and resuming his work. Its not so much what youre doing
that I mind, but the idiotic way in which youre doing it.
Cid laughed. This? Idiotic? Ha!
He continued to stomp on the paper towels, though without the previous rhythm.
Vincent sighed. After the two Shinra commandos
had been killed, it had taken them almost fifteen minutes to persuade Marlene
to go back to sleep without coming down to the bar room and twice that amount
of time to drag the bodies to a dumpster in the slums. The furniture had
been dumped in a corner. And, now, much to Vincents dismay, Cid had
taken almost four rolls of paper towels, covered the bloody floor with them,
and was walking around on them, leaving red footprints where he treaded directly
over the blood. It was a waste of time and energy, not to mention paper towels.
Why cant you just use a mop?
he growled, his eyes narrowing as Cid bent over to pick up a particularly
drenched paper towel. Like any normal person?
Like you? He dropped the towel
in a large trash bag, looking with disgust at the sticking red covering his
fingertips. You aint exactly normal yourself there, Vin.
And just what are you insinuating?
His tone had picked up a menacing note.
Cid snorted. Oh, come on, Vinnie!
Im not blind. You aint normal. Youre freakin
weird. He frowned slightly, his tone taking on a more serious note
though a smile broke onto his features, ruining the effect. And so
am I. It is nothing to be ashamed of.
Vincent stared at the man standing in front
of him, his brow furrowed. Weird, huh? At least I use a mop, towel
man.
Cid took a deep breath. It is against
my morals to use a mop, Mr. Valentine. Respect that fact, and I will not
be forced to kill you later.
Vincent couldnt suppress a small smile.
Kill me. I think a thank you note would be in order, first
and foremost. Youd be dead. Youre lucky they missed with that
shot.
Aim had nothing to do with it,
he muttered, rubbing his palm against his pant leg.
Vincent leaned forward on the mop.
What?
Cid glanced up, meeting Vincents eyes.
I said wed better do something with this &*%$. You know,
before Tifa comes home, finds her house a mess, and starts yellin.
And then Barretll say, Dont make me kick yo ass, foo!
Drop and give me twenty! To which I will reply, @#$% off.
Vincent didnt reply, dutifully noting
the fact that Cid was pissed though unsure as to why.
Damn it! Hand me that damn mop!
Vincent tossed the mop to Cid who picked it
out of the air easily. Kicking the paper towels out of his way and into the
general direction of the trash, he began to mop the floor viciously. His
bangs, normally held back by his trademark goggles, now fell before his eyes,
annoying him immensely, but he made no move to push them from his face.
Why are you so impossible, Cid? Aeris
asked, her tone hard with her own anger. I swear if I told you not to
jump off a cliff, youd do it just to spite me.
He dunked the mop into the bucket of soapy
water before returning to the floor with renewed anger. I didnt
ask you to save me!
You didnt ask me not to, either.
Look, you wanna play youre little games
with yourself, thats fine by me cause you aint fooling
anybody. Youve saved me twice, now, and I dont think its
because you like me. What do you want?
I dont know
Damn it, Aeris! Dont play these fool
games with me! Im not stupid, and what Shera says bout
me getting locked up in the basement when I was a kid isnt true.
Cid
Just tell me what it is you want!
Aeris took a shuddering breath, the sound
reverberating in his head as though it was actually real. Im using
you
No @#$*.
to save the Planet.
To save Cloud.
No I mean, yes
I dont know
what I mean. Saving the Planet involves saving Cloud. What she is planning
God help us.
Cid shook his head as if to rid himself
of her pestering presence. I really dont care anymore,
he muttered under his breath, vigorously scrubbing the floor with the mop.
You do whatever the hell you have to. I dont give a damn.
What are you talking about? Vincent
asked, a curious light in his dark eyes.
Cid glanced at him. Im not talking
to you. Im talking to myself. Im crazy. Next thing you know,
Ill be walking down the street with a hamster on my head screamin,
Im a pony! Im a pony! So just, shut up.
Vincent didnt say anything, leaning against
the bar, his arms crossed across his chest in the nonchalant even
cold manner which defined him. He arched an eyebrow. Are you
finished now? he asked. If you mop any harder, youre going
to wear through the floor.
Cid merely shook his head and straightened
with a sigh breaking through his labored breathing. I dunno.
What?
He shrugged. Anything. I know absolutely
nothing.
Thats very interesting.
Cid shook his head. Dont you have
anything purposeful to say? Bout as interesting as my ass.
I think youre under-glorifying
the subject.
Am I? What do you know? I got ten that
says nothing. Nothing important anyway.
Vincent frowned but had no reply to give the
pilot. He crossed his feet impatiently, glancing at the clock as the seconds
ticked by. There was no sound except for their soft breathing. Cids
face broke into a smile.
You dont know anything, either!
he exclaimed, laughter in his voice. Wheres my ten gil? Fork
it over!
He walked across the wet floor, narrowly avoiding
a trip over the bucket of suds and soap. He held out his hand, rubbing his
thumb against his index and middle fingers, the smile widening on his face.
I can get five shaves and haircuts with this sweet money, he
declared. Vincent groaned.
And then the most sickening sense of evil passed
over them.
Vincents groan disappeared behind a scream.
Cid winced as the scream cut though his mind, overpowering the dread twisting
his innards. He grasped his head pain flowering through him. His heart pounded
in his ears, thundering over the shrill scream. It cut off as quickly it
had begun.
The black faded as he slowly opened his eyes,
suddenly aware that he had fallen to his knees in the numbing pain. The horror
was still there, darkening the world, and over the ringing still in his ears,
Cid could hear another scream. A scream that was real, not an intangible
force that only he could hear. It was Marlenes.
He staggered to his feet. Marlene!
The scream withered away to sobbing. He was
for once unaware of Aeris presence at the back of his mind. Dazed,
he stumbled over his own footing. He fell to the floor with a dull thud,
knocking the bucket of bloody and soapy water over, dumping its contents.
The cries were lost as he slipped into unconsciousness.
Reno groaned, the white light piercing through
his closed eyes and creating a bloody shade for his vision. He frowned. No,
his eyes werent closed. The light was breaking through his hair. His
hair was that dark, crimson covering his eyes, sticking to his forehead in
wet clumps.
Reno?
That voice was so familiar, but Reno couldnt
place it as one he had heard in a long time. A very long time. He pushed
the hair from his forehead and from his eyes with his hand, squinting in
the sudden brightness. A dark silhouette emerged over the bright, and Reno
was able to put a name to the voice.
Reeve? What the hell? He pushed
himself into a sitting position, ignoring the protests from his aching muscles.
He felt over his chest, feeling the bloody, rumpled cloth but not the underlying
wounds he remembered receiving from that machine gun burst. Im
alive? *&$%.
He fell back against the cold surface of the
floor, a wave of nausea hitting him. He groaned.
Take it easy, there, Reno, Reeve
ordered.
Reno shut his eyes against the dizziness and
the brightness, wishing it to all just go away as the gunshots covering his
chest had.
Yeah, you almost died.
Reno blinked his eyes back open, confusion
lining his brow. Hovering over him like a mother hen did her chicks was Cait
Sith. But Cait Sith was Reeve, and Reeve was there as well. They couldnt
be together. They were the same person!
He pushed himself into a sitting position again
and slid back to the wall, his eyes wide. What the hell is going on
here?! You and him you him what the
?
Damn!
Reeve rubbed his forehead before letting his
hand slide down his face, coming to a stop at his chin. He shrugged, his
hand dropping. Let me explain this. I am Reeve.
Yeah. No &$@#, Reno agreed
shakily.
Reeve held up a hand. No interruptions,
please. I am Reeve, and this is Cait Sith. I programmed Cait Sith with an
artificial intelligence of sorts so he and I could be doing two different
things at once. When Tifa wanted to launch her attack on the laboratories,
I hacked into the security system while Cait Sith acted as a relay man. I
gave the AI total control when the fighting started because I got kicked
out of the system. Unfortunately, I have no means of turning the AI off from
here, so were stuck with him.
You act like thats a bad thing,
Cait Sith declared, crossing his arms indignantly. Look at what Baldie
did to my mog!
Reno raised an eyebrow. Baldie?! Huh?
This is too damn weird!
Im sorry you feel that way.
All three of them turned to the new voice,
Renos confusion increasing to almost unbearable levels. He stood, his
eyes on the new person in the room. Scarlet. Oh, how he hated Scarlet. But
what was she doing here?
She walked farther into the room with an
over-powering seductive gait. She shook back her hair, letting it fall behind
on of her shoulders and down her back. Oh, please, Reno. Youre
going to have a coronary if you keep staring like that.
He glowered at her but clenched his jaw to
keep from saying anything. He inwardly squirmed under her almost hungry glare
but somehow managed to keep a straight face, praying to any sort of god that
she turn her attention on someone else.
What do you want, Scarlet? Reeve
asked, his tone uncharacteristically icy. Let Reno alone; hes
had a bad day.
Instead, Scarlet moved closer to the Turk.
I know hes had a bad day. She fingered the collar of his
damp, navy blue suit. She tsked. Youre never going to get that
blood stain out of your suit.
Reno cringed. Why would I want this suit?
Youve contaminated it with your very presence.
Scarlet couldnt resist a wicked smile.
I can help you get rid of it, if you like.
Reno grimaced, frowning. He pushed her away,
ignoring the locks of red hair that fell before his eyes. Get away
from me.
Reeve cleared his throat, an action which was
promptly ignored by Scarlet.
You know what you want, she hissed,
her eyes lighting up as she grabbed the cloth of his jacket.
Renos frown deepened, anger pulsing through
him. I hate you. I want you to die! he growled, his tone
menacing. What part of that cant you understand?
Scarlet feigned hurt. Oh, Reno, youre
being inconsiderate to my feelings. Dont you think an apology would
be in order?
Heres my regret!
His clenched fist rammed into her jaw, ripping
her from his shoulder and throwing her to the floor with the force of the
blow. She clutched at her split lip, tasting the blood flowing from the cut.
She stood shakily, slumping forward as she straightened. Youre
going to pay for that, my dear, dear Reno. Guards!
A pair of guards filed into the room. Big,
nasty guards.
One cracked his knuckles before proceeding
to beat Reno down to the ground. And over the pain from the blows, even to
the point where oblivion was creeping up in the corners of his vision, Reno
felt nothing but absolute satisfaction.
The wind rolled over the grassy plains as a
light breath, stroking the tall plants of the earth like a young girl would
absentmindedly stroke the silken hair of her favorite doll. The yellow grass
wavered in the breeze, a golden ocean stretching as far as the eye could
see. The sunlight bent and gleamed on the glossy stems, creating thousands
of tiny shadows and soft reflections of light and dark. The grass rippled
in the wind, a million waves peacefully bending and folding until they were
halted by either the light blue sky or the monstrous obelisk reaching for
the heavens.
It was this obelisk for which she was searching.
Grasping to the sky with fingers outstretched,
waiting for an eternal embrace that would never come, the large city, filled
with magnificent crystals and golden treasures, loomed above her. Long, dark
shadows fanned out beneath the towering spires and obscured the earth from
the light of the sun, depriving the plants of their lives. Rocks protruded
from the ground, sharp with jagged edges mimicking the large citys
reaching hands as they jutted from the earth.
Shadows hid everything in a musk dark and a
tangible cold as though the hand of Death never truly let anything escape
the black that surrounded everything. It was the dark she despised, overly
cunning in view of the light, always creeping up on it as the evil did in
the hearts of man, as the shadows crept up on the edges of the world. The
light made the dark, could not survive without it, but darkness
darkness
was the absence of nothing and everything. The dark was everywhere.
Aeris Gainsborough, a small smile written upon
her features, stepped under the arch defining the entrance to the City of
the Ancients, her hand drawn tightly around the hilt of the Ultima Weapon.
The twinkling blade of the sword chased away the darkness and any creatures
which sought to hurt her. The sword was heavy, dreadfully so, but it was
a mere reminder of her duty and of her past.
Glittering water accented the stone cold pillars
and marble floor, reflecting light over them and making it seem as though
the entire city had been created out of water. Light fluttered across her
angelic face, gleaming off her soft features and glittering within the emerald
orbs of her eyes. The sword clutched deeply in her hand sparkled in the reflected
light.
She stepped to the edge, staring down in the
depthless, crystalline water. The deep blue of it reminded her of the color
of his eyes as he had laid her to rest eternally within the heart of her
city, the city of her ancestors. God, how she longed to see those eyes again,
the eyes she had grown so accustomed to in the short while she knew them,
the eyes she had grown to love. But they had drawn her back here to this
place where she had sacrificed herself. Why were they forever returning to
the place of their departure? Why were they damned to relive a life where
they were separated by some inexplicable force?
She fell down to her knees, the Ultima Weapon
dropping from her numbed hands, the tears flowing freely down her face. It
always came back here, forever returning to the fact that they couldnt
be together, especially not now. There was no choice in the matter; she could
never have him. He was Tifas. He deserved Tifa.
The blade of the Ultima Weapon clattered to
the ground, ringing on the white-washed floor before sliding into the water.
And as the sword slipped into the pool, the water changed.
Crimson fanned out where the liquid swirled
against the blade, the dark color staining the blue translucence that had
been reminiscent of his eyes. The Ultima Weapon sank beneath the surface,
leaving behind a trail of red like a plume of smoke bleeding to the surface.
And she cried as the crystal pool before her was slowly transformed into
something entirely different.
A lake of death.
A lake of blood
Cid forced his eyes open against the vision,
opting for the overly bright lights of the Seventh Heaven rather than the
sickening sight of a reddened lake. He shook the sight from his vision, a
sense of dread welling in the pit of his stomach. The red lake was too familiar,
too unnatural to possibly be a coincidence. What was Aeris up to now?
He shook his head, attempting to rid himself
of the persistently annoying locks of hair which fell before his eyes. What
I wouldnt give to have back my goggles, he said to himself, slightly
surprised to hear no reply from Aeris. She was interrupting his thoughts
more often than not.
He blew out a shaky breath and his eyes finally
met Vincents. He cleared his throat, slightly embarrassed to see the
concern that was hidden within his red orbs. Hey, Vinnie? he
asked, though he had no need to draw the other mans attention. Vincent
was already focussed on him. You wouldnt happen to have two gil
somewhere, would you? He couldnt keep a chuckle from springing
from his mouth. I need a shave and a haircut.
Vincent slapped his forehead with his good
hand, slowly rising. When are you going to grow up? he asked,
bending over to pick up the fallen mop.
Cid merely shrugged, straightening his jacket
as he stood. He groaned, an ache pounding through his head. Thats
the last time I go to sleep without smokin first.
Vincent frowned. I dont think this
had to do with nicotine cravings, he declared, glancing at the mess
which dominated the floor of the Seventh Heaven. The water from the bucket
Cid had kicked over created covered the floor, soaking into the mound of
paper towels. Bloody suds were a crude decoration.
Cids head snapped up at the sound of
a creaking board, and his gaze landed on Marlene. Her lips were pursed, her
hands planted on her hips in a posture reminiscent of Tifa. Clutched in one
hand, hanging limply from her waist, was a rumpled, ratty, old teddy bear,
almost hidden by the folds of her purple nightgown.
Marlene? Maybe you oughtta go back
upstairs, he stated, rubbing his eyes of the ache which settled behind
them.
What have you two been doing? she
demanded, her voice hot for someone so young. Cid rolled his eyes, mouthing
a choice word as he looked away from her and back to Vincent. The other man
shrugged, giving Cid control of the conversation. He muttered another, more
foul, curse.
First and foremost, are you okay?
he asked.
Marlene nodded, confusion lining her brow.
Why wouldnt I be? Youre the one destroying the Seventh
Heaven.
He glanced at the ceiling. Thank you,
Aeris. He looked back to Marlene, grimacing. Dont step there;
well never get it outta your slippers.
Screw the slippers! All three occupants
turned to see Barret entering the Seventh Heaven, Tifa at his heels. Cid,
what the hell did you do to this place cause I mean
da-amn!
Cid glanced from Barret to Tifa, involuntarily
fidgeting under her angry gaze. No Cloud. Ah, damn
He wined
at the stream of insults he knew was coming. I leave you with one,
simple thing to do one, simple, little task and you
somehow manage to screw it up! she declared, her face reddening with
rage. What the hells the matter with you, anyhow?! Cant
you take care of one, little thing without someone holding your hand?! When
are you going to grow up?! What the hell did you do to my bar?!
Cid merely shrugged, struck wordless by her
anger. He looked at the puddle of water at his feet, staring intently at
the dark splotches mottling his coveralls. I take it the full
frontal attack didnt work, he muttered.
Damn straight, Barret replied,
looking around the room. Red XIII pushed through the larger mans legs,
shaking his coat vigorously.
Not in the least, he said. We
did manage to find Yuffie, though.
Barret snorted. And lose that fat ass.
Dont you get it, Cid?! Tifa
yelled, her voice cracking with emotion. Cloud is gone! Were
probably never going to see him ever again! What the hells wrong with
you?! Are you freakin brain dead?! But if you want to sit here and
play with your damn soap suds, fine!
My problem?! What the hells
yours?! he demanded. Its not my fault Aeris made off with
him, is it?! Whatdya want me to do?! Freakin walk up to her during
her dramatic escape from Midgar and say, Excuse me, but Cloud aint
leaving? Or snap my magic fingers and stop them? What the #$@*s
with that?!
At least you couldnt kept this
place in some sort of freakin order?! Would that be too much to ask
from you?!
Damn it, Tifa! I didnt do this!
The messs his! He pointed to Vincent to mark his words. The other
man glared at him from underneath the black locks of his hair as the three
turned away from Cid and to him. No one said anything.
Holy crap! What happened to your bar,
Tifa? Yuffie asked, her eyes wide in shock as she pushed through the
congregation standing in the doorway. And what are you doing
here?
Vincent shrugged. I dont know.
I thought maybe Id come by and say hello.
Barrets eyes narrowed suspiciously.
Why are ya here? Ya aint working for the Shinra again,
right? Cid slapped his forehead and groaned.
Vincent shook his head. No.
You felt the need to drop by, right?
Yuffie asked, hefting the Oritsuru. I dont trust him, she
declared, looking to Barret and back again.
Good, cause I dont either,
he agreed. How do we know ya aint on their side?
Cid shook his head, covering his eyes with
one hand. Look, hes clean. He aint working for them.
Barret raised his gun arm. How do ya
know that? Unless youre working for them.
Cid groaned. Barret, I think you outdid
yourself with the stupidity factor. Two Shinra showed up here. He killed
em.
God, youre a liar, Marlene
stated. Cid turned around to her, finding her sitting on the stairs, her
teddy bear draped over her knees. You told me nothing happened.
Cid shook his head. I told you that so
you would go back to bed.
Marlene shrugged. I know. It just isnt
fair. I always get caught lying.
Cid frowned. Now I have. Are you
happy?
What else have ya lied about? Barret
asked, his voice a dangerous growl.
Damn it! Where the hell are you getting
this crap?! he demanded, his small will over his anger breaking again.
He turned on the group standing near the doorway. Come on, tell me!
What else have I lied about?! I would really like to know! Just for
curiositys sake, you know. His gaze jumped from person to person,
but no one responded. No takers? Damn, I was hoping someone would,
so I could figure out all my little, white lies. Maybe I lied about my age?
Im seventy-eight, right, Barret? He frowned. Or maybe the
color of my eyes? Theyre blue! #@&*$%-@#$%&* blue!
But I bet if you looked close enough, you could see that theyre really
pink. You would see that, wouldnt you?
He started to push through them to the door.
Im not going to put up with this #$%& anymore. Im
leaving.
You you cant! Aeris stammered,
her voice urgent.
He frowned. Why the hell not? They dont
need a liar to help them get Cloud back. They sure as hell dont need
me.
I do. Take me to the City of the Ancients.
I need your help.
Cid snorted, brushing Aeris from his mind.
As an afterthought, he turned back to Tifa, his eyes dark. I got ten
that says Clouds at the City of the Ancients. You want him, go get
him
if you wanna trust a liar.
He turned heel without waiting for a reply,
storming out into the night.
Nygels dead. Screw the mission.
Elena glowered at Raice, her face reddening
with anger. What the hell is that supposed to mean?! she demanded.
Are you saying that Reno just died for jack squat?!
Raice shrugged. This is a war. Wars have
casualties. Reno was stupid for taking that job in the first place.
Shinras a bunch of lying weasels dressed up in suits. He shoulda thought
of that before he took the job.
This was supposed to be a simple
get-in-get-out deal.
Supposed to be being the
operative phrase, right? Raice looked away, shaking his head. This
aint worth it anymore.
What do you mean by that?! Elena
snapped, rising up out of her chair. Are you saying what I think
youre saying because youd better not be. Her eyes found
Rudes shaded ones, and he arched one eyebrow coolly before returning
to his work of absentmindedly staring at the gun across his knees.
Im saying that this is a big bunch
of crap. Being a Turk lost its appeal years ago, Elena. Even you cant
be so dumb as to not realize that. All this is is a lousy pension and a ratty
blue suit. The Turks are dead; they were dead with Tseng. What fools you
are to think that thats not the truth. And now Renos dead, and
all you have left is a stupid mission. I hope you dedicate it to him.
That should have remained unspoken,
Rude declared, running a hand over his bald head. Have a little more
respect for the dead. He may be gone, but he had something that you lack.
He was loyal to his friends.
Raice frowned. Then whyd he sacrifice
himself for the good of his enemies? he questioned, his eyes liquid
ice.
Elena pursed her lips. What the hell
are you talking about?
Raice barked a short laugh, shaking his head.
Oh, come on, Elena. You cant be that stupid. You were
right there. Why do you think he was standing out in the open? It wasnt
for us, I can tell you that.
Elena looked to Rude for verification, but
the man just shrugged. I never saw any of it, he said, until
it was too late.
God, you really are dense. Raice
stood, picking up his jacket. Reno was shooting Gainsborough off of
that other chick. Machine gun, he made explanatory motions, right
across him. Took him down before he could say shave and a
haircut. Raice merely shrugged. It was foolish of him to
do that. Let them kill each other, I say.
Well, you have no honor, Elena
growled.
Raice brushed the comment away. And then
Rude brought out his shotgun and blew away the guy casting Cure on him.
Elena spun to face the bald man, her eyes wide
in surprise. You did what?!
Rude sighed and helplessly shrugged. It
was Reeve dressed up for Halloween again. Who knows what side hes on,
anyway? He couldve been killing him.
Raice snorted. Not likely. If
anythings to blame for Renos death, its his foolishness
and your naivete.
Rude stiffened at the words. Now, you
look here
No, you look here! Raice ordered,
cutting off Rude. Reno was an idiot to even get into this Black Materia
crap again. He got what he deserved.
The hell he did! Im gonna give
you what you deserve!
Id like to see you try.
Fine. Rude stood and brought the
shotgun up off of his lap. He didnt bother to even aim as he pulled
the trigger. The explosion of the shot echoed through the small room that
contrived their office, sending Rude back a step.
Raices body fell to the ground, followed
shortly by the sickening splatter of the remains of his chest hitting the
wall. Blood pooled out beneath him, leaking from the gaping hole in his torso
and soaking into the white carpeting. Elena grimaced; that was going to leave
a nasty stain.
Why did you do that? she asked,
looking from the dead body to where Rude was standing, his shotgun now lowered
at his side. He merely shrugged.
He pissed me off.
Reeve stared gloomily at the walls of their
cell, a frown creasing his brow and his lips pursed in thought. He hadnt
taken into consideration that Scarlet and Heidegger had been able to build
up more support in the past few weeks. He hadnt even considered them
to be the cause of the problems in the Shinra office. Why hadnt he
seen this earlier? What had distracted him so much so that he could miss
what was right under his nose?
Well, I hope youre satisfied,
Cait Sith declared with a small harumph to punctuate his words and breaking
Reeve from his thoughts.
Actually, I am, Reno simply stated
though he wished his body was in as good a shape as his ego. He was stretched
across the only bed in the small cell, using the mogs arm as a pillow,
listening to the thundering of his heart in his head. He probably looked
as bad as he felt, bruises and aches in places he didnt know existed.
Did you see the look on her face?
Reeve smiled, unable to stop a small chuckle
from escaping his mouth. It definitely was sweet. Ive never seen
her look so utterly
dejected in my entire life. Ive been
waiting a long, long time for someone to just give her a whack.
Was it worth it, though? Cait Sith
queried, unable to grasp the humor they obviously saw in the situation.
Reno would have shrugged if he hadnt
been prone. Ill remember it for the rest of my life.
Cait Sith crossed his arms across his chest.
I hate to break it to you, but your lifes gonna be a short one
if we dont get outta here.
True. Of course, I plan on busting out
of this puke hole before that happens.
The little cat snorted. And how do you
plan to do that? We dont exactly have any way of doing it, and, after
that stunt you just pulled, we are now further away from escape than we used
to be.
Reno sat up, pushing himself away from the
large mog. Cait, my dear friend, youre insulting my ingenuity.
Ill think of something.
Sure, and Ill sprout wings and
fly outta here.
Why dont you try that? It could
be a help, Reno said sweetly, but there was venom in his eyes.
Cait Sith frowned, a pout coming to his face.
Shut up.
Reno raised his eyebrows. I was truly
sincere. Did I sound sarcastic, Reeve? I didnt mean to sound
sarcastic.
Reeve sighed, shaking his head. Its
too hard to tell with you, Reno. You may want to work on that in the
future.
Reno shrugged, leaning his back against the
wall. Looks like were gonna have a lot time to work on speaking
skills.
Guess so.
An uneasy silence fell over the group, no one
having anything to say. Reeve returned to his dismal thoughts, cursing himself
for his own short-sightedness. Reno absentmindedly wondered what Elena was
doing, trying to bring up a picture of her in his mind but always coming
up blank, his thoughts wandering to far less pleasant ones. Cait Sith amused
himself by twiddling his thumbs.
The door opened, and a man dressed in a garish
green suit entered, his long beard bouncing over his stomach. No one in the
cell paid much heed to him, giving him only a sideways glance before returning
their attention to their own thoughts. Heidegger frowned, his face reddening
in anger.
I would appreciate some respect from
my prisoners, he declared, his voice gruff.
Reno pursed his lips, debating whether or not
to voice the insult growing in his mind. He finally shook his head. Nah.
Too easy.
Heidegger glared at the Turk, his piggy eyes
narrowed considerably. I wont ask you to voice your opinions
of me, Reno, because, quite frankly, your opinions means nothing. I could
care less what you do, even though you do provide some good entertainment,
especially that show with Scarlet. Heidegger gave him applause in a
quiet small clap. Well played.
Reno nodded. Thank you. I do try to keep
things a little interesting in this eternal boredom.
Cait Sith stood. I wish to voice an objection
to this treatment. My poor mogs stuffing is falling out all over the
place!
Heidegger glanced once at Reeve. How
dreadfully annoying! Really, Reeve, how do you put up with him?
Cait Sith frowned again. I resent that
comment!
Heidegger shrugged, tugging once on his beard.
I dont.
Reeve rubbed his brow, returning Heideggers
look. What do you want, Heidegger? I dont think you came here
to exchange pleasantries.
Heidegger looked crestfallen. Ah, Reeve,
dont you like me?
Reeve exchanged a glance with Reno. The latter
answered the question. No, not really.
Well, no one asked you, anyhow!
I did, Reeve declared. It
was telepathic, so you couldnt have heard it. You know psychics and
junk. Im enlightened in the ways of telepathy.
Bull. And no one cares what he thinks,
anyhow. He glanced to the Turk. I already told you that, didnt
I?
Reno shrugged. Reeve shifted on the hard floor.
What do you want, Heidegger? Im getting tired of this.
Im getting tired of you.
He leaned closer to Reeve, eyeing him carefully with his black gaze.
Whats the password to your computer?
Reeve pursed his lips. Give me one good
reason why I should tell you.
Heidegger frowned, his face hard as stone.
If you dont Ill personally make sure you suffer a long
time before you die.
Its a reason, but Ill have
to decline. You might want to start at the first word in the dictionary.
If its not in there, have fun running through an infinite
combination. Reeve smiled smally. My mind is drawing blank.
Youll have to excuse me in my old age. Senility.
Heideggers frown deepened as he turned
back to the door. Enjoy your senility while it lasts. We have ways
of making you talk.
Reno stood, jutting his lips out, his brow
furrowed. He turned on his companion. Yes, Reeve, he said, his
voice low and jeering in a mock imitation of Heidegger. You will talk,
and you will like it. On his last words, he creased his brow expectantly.
Heidegger turned an interesting shade of purple.
He hurriedly exited the room.
When the door closed, Reeve couldnt hold
a straight face anymore. He burst out laughing, gasping for breath. Cait
Sith hid his chuckles behind his paws, covering his mouth. Reno slumped to
the ground, a wide grin on his face.
Priceless expression! Reeve gasped,
futilely attempting to stifle his chuckles. Simply priceless! His and
yours both!
Reno chuckled. And, alas, I can only
imagine mine for I was without a mirror. I think I missed my calling. I
shouldve been a politician.
Reeve shook his head, smiling nonetheless.
Yeah, you certainly know how to bring out the worst in people.
The Turks grin couldnt get any
more roguish or wider. Its a practiced art. My only strong point
in school. Obnoxiousness 101.
Class clown? Reeve asked, his eyebrows
raised in curiosity.
Reno shook his head, his eyes twinkling at
the irony. Most likely to succeed.
Pathetic.
Huh?
Weak, pathetic, foolish, feeble
Cloud blinked the black from his eyes.
Puppet
weak, weak puppet
dance
for me, sing for me, puppet
Water dripped, a shallow sound on cold
marble.
Let me pull the strings, puppet
pathetic
A wind howled through his mind with whispered
voices for passengers.
Ill make you dance, make you kill
you are nothing
Cloud rolled onto his back, shutting his
eyes tightly from the pain.
without me
nothing
no
master to pull the strings
He groaned.
Dance
dance for me
Did you think Id let you get
away from me, my love?
Cloud opened his eyes to come face to face
with the emerald orbs of his nightmares.
Sephiroth
Sephiroth
pathetic
But it wasnt Sephiroth; it was someone
far worse. She grinned maliciously at some jest that he neither saw nor heard.
And he felt the fear come gnawing at his innards, almost a tangible creature
that fed off his flesh and snapped his bones. Crack. Drip.
Fear not, puppet
pathetic by nature
pulled up by your master
weak puppet
Aeris giggled, her smile still small yet somehow
gaining malevolence. Why do you fear me so? she asked, her voice
bittersweet, soft as silk but cold as ice. I wont hurt you, love.
Stay with me forever. Love me forever.
Cloud shook his head, his eyes narrowing. I
cant love a sadistic bitch.
Aeris giggle changed into a laugh. Is
that what you think me to be? How pathetically ignorant!
Stupid
foolish puppet
Cloud stared deep into those green eyes so
reminiscent of the Lifestream. You cant tell me you dont
enjoy the hurt of others. Why do you do this?
Aeris smile wavered only for a second.
Out of love. For you.
Puppets strings
pulled and
twisted
as is she
as are you
Pull those strings however hard you wish;
Ill never serve you, he growled, a menacing tone diffusing into
his voice. But no amount of menace could ward away the voices inside his
head.
Ha, ha
make a stand where the bravest
would sit
foolish puppet
The rancor bled from Aeris smile and
into her eyes, an inner light glowing hungrily within them. Wont
you serve me? Rule the world; you can be so much more with me. You can have
so much more than your pathetic Tifa. Besides, you did love me.
Before.
Clouds eyes grew hard. You are
not Aeris. He frowned, pushing himself into a sitting position
and slowly sliding across the marble floor and away from her. I wont
be your puppet. I wont dance for anyone, he growled, though more
to the howling laughter reverberating through his skull than to the woman
kneeling before him.
You dont have to be a puppet
forever, she whispered. I can make you strong. No strings to
hold you to your fate. No people to bind you, no Planet to scold you for
your mistakes. So many things can be undone. So many possibilities. Money,
love, power
Puppets have no power
fools have no
power
weak
Clouds frown deepened, and he fought
the urge to clutch his head, to attempt to drown out this never-ending stream
of hatred from infiltrating his thoughts and spiting his very words. From
where was it coming? Why wouldnt it stop?
Be with me and be strong for all eternity.
Be with me and be loved by someone more deserving of love than Tifa. Never
be stung by shallow words and silence. Cared for, loved for
Be with
me. Love me, Aeris ordained. A pleading note was easily evident
in her entire demeanor, a plaintive pain locked deep within those eyes. How
could such wide, innocent eyes love to hear the screams of another echoing
through the night and see them as a symbol of power? How could this be?
Forget Tifa. She will soon find that
nothing is fair in love and war, and I always win. You will love
me. And a hungry look replaced the plaintive one as she seemingly
looked straight through him and into his very soul.
And the look and her words made him angry.
Puppets angers cheap
worth
its weight in dust
forceless anger
And the voices made him angry.
The water dripped, a shallow sound on the cold
marble floor. Drip
drip
Shut up!
Aeris reeled back from his anger before she
felt her own.
Love me, damn you!
Her hand rose against him.
Crack.
Drip
drip
Blackness invaded his vision.
Pathetic.
Scarlet leaned back in Reeves chair,
glancing at her reflection in his computers screen. Her hair was perfect.
Her face was flawless. Her eyes were thoughtful, though her mind was not
pondering anything seemingly important. She was wondering how she could possibly
persuade Reno to come back on her side. He was such a delight when he was
a friend and a damned, obnoxious nuisance when he was a foe. It was a puzzle
why he had left, but she could get him back. She would.
The possibilities were limitless.
And then the phone rang.
Damn, she muttered, leaning forward
in the chair, her concentration broken. Who would want to call her at this
hour? It was lunch time. Nobody worked at lunch time. It was supposed to
be a nice, quiet time used for unwinding. Not endless phone calls.
What do you want?! she snapped
into the mouthpiece after picking the phone up off of the cradle.
The voice at the other end was not a welcomed
one. Why so harsh, Scarlet? Aeris asked, mock sweetness in her
tone. I didnt interrupt your lunch hour again, did I? Im
sorry for disturbing you.
Cut the crap, Aeris, Scarlet ordered,
her own voice tight with barely controlled anger. What do you want?
Aeris clicked her tongue in a reprimand.
Temper, temper, Scarlet. You might want to consider therapy. I hear
Dr. Huiji is very skilled in multiple areas of psychology as well as other
things. She quietly groaned, interrupting herself. Oops
I forgot. I killed him. Youll have to find someone else.
I dont want to hear about your
plunders and pillage, Aeris. Im in the middle of something right now,
and if you dont tell me what it is you want, Im going to hang
up the phone. The threat hung in the air but was never carried out.
You arent after another guy, are
you, Scarlet? Aeris asked, a scold ready on her lips. Let me
guess. Its that fool Reno that youve captured, right? Give him
a few whacks with love from me. And a warning never to shoot at me again.
Scarlet laughed shortly. Hes already
been kicked for being a bastard, she informed. I imagine hes
sitting down there with that self-satisfied smirk painted on his face while
he licks his wounds.
Aeris voice picked up a colder tone.
Well, kick him again. He ruined my manicure and lowered my self-esteem
a few notches. I would feel so much better knowing that he was truly paying
for that.
Scarlet frowned. Whats in all this
for me? she carefully asked. She didnt want to be pulled into
some stupid plot with someone as untrustworthy as Aeris.
Nothing.
Scarlets frown deepened. Nothing?
What kind of deal is this? I do a favor for you and get absolutely nothing
in return? Not quite fair there, Aeris.
Aeris sighed. As my poor Cloud has just
recently discovered, few things are.
Scarlets eyes lit up at the mention of
Strife. There was a man. The man. The man who had killed Sephiroth,
the man who had saved the Planet, the man with the hair. Even Renos
hair couldnt compare to it. An evil grin spread across her features.
Screw Reno; she was after the bigger fish in the pond. How about you
let me come visit Mr. Strife in return for this favor you ask?
The answer was curt and sweet. No.
Scarlet ignored it. What was that Aeris?
Youre breaking up. I cant hear you.
Cut the crap. I said no.
Was that an affirmative? Her grin
widened. Great. How about tomorrow? Ill give Reno a few more
kicks, take a Polaroid, and you can see my handiwork.
Scarlet, no!
Aeris voice was a mere screech as Scarlet
returned the telephone to the cradle. Cloud Strife could still be hers. All
she had to do was kill Aeris. Reno could be left to the dogs. Why stay with
him when she could have someone so much better? Out with the old, and in
with the new.
She stood and started to the door, her thoughts
racing. What am I going to wear?!
Elena couldnt believe she was doing this.
It was despicable, it was foul, it was low. This was the last place
she wanted to be right now. But here she was, standing in front of the Seventh
Heaven, about to go have a chat with Tifa Lockhart against her better judgements.
She wasnt here for herself, though. She was here for Reno.
About an hour ago, she and Rude had persuaded
a guard to spill his guts about the laboratory raid. Apparently they had
taken prisoners who were, most importantly, alive. The guard hadnt
outright said Renos name, but Elena knew no one else with a red
fro as the guard had put it. And then there was the mog and Reeve.
Surely Tifa would be willing to help them if she knew that the Shinra had
Reeve as well.
With one last tug at her suit jacket and a
grim determination, she opened the door and entered the Seventh Heaven, unarmed.
Tifa glanced up from behind the counter, a
fake smile on her face to greet the two newcomers. Her eyes were red from
apparent lack of sleep and crying. Elena had seen the struggle as Aeris and
her men had yanked Strife out from under Tifas nose. Somehow, seeing
her hurt for the one she loved made Elena feel stronger about the own grief
she felt for Reno.
The weak smile faded away as Tifa realized
exactly who had come to visit her. She set the glass she had been cleaning
down on the bar.
Well, what do you want? she asked,
unafraid to voice her displeasure with a grim tone.
Elena moved into the bar room, slowly, hoping
that Tifa wouldnt take that as an act of aggression. She cleared her
throat. We need your help, she stated nonchalantly, though the
words stung her deeply. Asking an enemy for help
she shook her head.
Tifa frowned at her words, her gaze flickering
past Rude. She leaned forward on the counter. Give me one good reason
why I should help you, she growled. All youve ever done
is make my life a miserable hell.
Elena couldnt suppress her anger. You
ungrateful wench!
Im ungrateful? What do I have from
you that I could be grateful of? She wiped a drop of water from the
bar with her rag, shaking her head. I cant think of a thing.
Elena frowned. Not to me. I could care
less what you think of me! Im taking about Reno.
Tifa snorted, her brow creased. So? What
about him? I take note that hes not here.
Youre sharp.
I despise sarcasm, she declared,
her voice quiet with anger.
I live for it, Elena replied.
Youre really clueless, arent you?
About what? Tifa sighed.
Im getting tired of these games, Elena. I dont have time
for this. You can leave now. The exits right over there. She
pointed to the door to punctuate her words. Elena didnt give it so
much as a glance.
She narrowed her eyes, her lips a thin line,
tightly compressed with her anger. Who do you think shot Aeris off
of you at the laboratory? she asked. I can tell you that it
wasnt one of your people.
Tifa wasnt buying Elenas words.
What were you doing there, anyway? I can tell you it wasnt
to help us.
Elena set her jaw. It was now time for the
moment of truth. Should she divulge the Turks secrets just to get help
from her enemies? Would it be worth it? She glanced back at Rude, but he
only gave her a small shrug, offering no guidance. Elena turned back to Tifa,
slowly nodding to herself. She would. She owed at least this much to Reno.
She took a deep breath. We were there
on a job for some doctor who hired us out.
Tifa nodded, realization coming across her
face. Oh, thats right. The Turks are mercenaries now.
Elena expected the words to hide some sort
of jeer and was nonplussed when they didnt. She shrugged it off and
continued. This doctor, Nygel Something-or-rather, wanted us to swipe
Black Materia from his own lab. A real loon. Then he told us to give it to
Reeve.
Tifa nearly did a double-take. Black Materia?
This was bad. That thing had nearly destroyed the Planet once and now it
was on the loose? She shook her head but continued on trying to find out
what the Turks wanted. So, youre saying that in essence you were
hired by Reeve?
Elena shrugged. I dont know who
hired us. It could have been Reeve, but the doctor couldve also been
scared out of his mind and pulled a name out of thin air. All I know is that
when we got there, you had already started fighting the Shinra. Some time
in that confusion, Reno got it in his head to help you and pulled off a coupla
shots at Aeris. He was taken down doing that. We never found the Black Materia.
We dont know where Reno is.
Tifa bit her lower lip, thinking over Elenas
story. It fit the scenario too well to be false, but something told her that
Elena wasnt telling the whole truth and nothing but the truth. She
arched an eyebrow, expectantly. And? What happened that you arent
telling me?
Elena inwardly cursed, glancing back at Rude.
She had hoped that she wouldnt have to divulge this little secret,
but they needed Tifas trust too much not to. What she said next could
either gain that trust or destroy whatever trust they had already attained.
Elena cleared her throat. Actually, there
was a misunderstanding.
Rude groaned. Oh, cut the crap, Elena,
he growled. Miss Tifa, I am truly sorry for my actions, but it seems
as though I blew a hole through that mog Reeves little cat is always
running around on. You have my deepest regrets.
Tifa covered her mouth with one hand in surprise.
She hadnt been expecting that to be the rest of it. And she
wouldnt have expected them to tell her. The Turks must really need
help, she thought, her gaze shifting from between them. Turk and truth
are not two words I would normally associate with each other. She nodded.
I dont know why, Rude, but somehow
I believe you are being sincere. I trust you. Ill help you.
The breath Elena finally realized she had been
holding escaped her lungs in a whoosh. She struggled to maintain her cool.
Thank you, Tifa.
Tifa managed a small smile. Dont
thank me, yet. We still have to find Reno. She grabbed the Turk by
the arm, pulling her out of the bar and down the hall. Tell me about
this Black Materia
Yuffie frowned from where she was hiding, slowly
opening the door leading out into the bar. Black Materia? Gawd! She
couldnt believe it. She had swiped the Black Materia from the laboratory
and out from under the Turks noses? Unbelievable. But she couldnt
give them the materia; she couldnt trust them easily with it. After
all, this was the junk that had nearly destroyed the entire Planet. She hurried
out of the Seventh Heaven.
Cid?
Cid didnt stray away from his work to
look for the voice. He knew who it was; it was the one person who had managed
to imprint the Highwind with the putrid stench of her bile. It had
taken weeks for him to get the pleasant aroma of oil and grease back into
its rightful place. He continued welding down the connection between the
fuselage and the wing, sending a spray of sparks into the air.
Cid!
He clicked the blowtorch off, removing the
protective covering from his face, turning to face the persistent annoyance.
Go away, Yuffie. I dont have any materia.
She didnt leave but, instead, sat down
on top of a crate filled with scrap metal and bits and pieces of the plane.
A wide grin was painted on her young face. I know. I stole it all already
at that laboratory. Do you want it back?
He pulled himself out from under the Gay
Boat, examining the job he had just finished. He set the blowtorch on
top of the wing. Keep it, he said absentmindedly. Materia
wont work against the woman were fighting. But you aint
the truthful, repentant type, so why dont you tell me why youre
here?
Yuffie cringed. Actually, I was wondering
if you could do a favor for me?
Cid pulled a cigarette from his pack, sitting
it in his mouth but not lighting it. Depends on what it is.
Hide this somewhere. She held up
a small blue-black sphere, its curves twinkling in the light. He didnt
need to ask to know what it was. He hid his shock.
Wheredya get it? he asked.
Yuffie shrugged.
I found it.
Cid chuckled. Im sure you did.
He immediately sobered at the sound of Aeris voice. Take it. Give
it to someone you trust, someone Aeris cant touch. Instinct was
screaming at him to throw the materia into the deepest ocean, but he nodded
solemnly. Give it here, and Ill mail it to someone when we get
back to the Seventh Heaven.
Yuffie grinned. Sure, but you gotta tell
me who it is. Its still my materia, yknow.
He shrugged. Whatever.
Yuffie, can I speak with Cid alone for
a moment? Tifa winced as Cid visibly stiffened at the sound of her
voice. Yuffie glanced between them before hopping off of the crate. She started
walking away but broke into a run when she thought they werent looking.
Cid turned around to look at Tifa.
Yes?
She shifted her weight from one foot to another,
breaking her gaze. Red burned at her face as she stammered for words. I
didnt mean to
I mean, I was angry
I didnt mean to
take it out on you
She trailed off, looking back into those horrible
Mako eyes. She wasnt expecting them to be glowing with mirth. Her brow
furrowed in anger. And Im sorry! And I was wrong! Are you
happy? she growled.
He chuckled, a broad grin lighting up his features.
Youve never told me you were wrong before, he declared.
I didnt think you had it in you.
She half-shrugged. But you did ruin my
bar. Youre lucky that blood didnt soak into the floor cause
Id be out here killing you instead of apologizing.
Thats nice. He nonchalantly
picked up the blowtorch, re-igniting the flame. He brought the edge of the
flame to the end of his cigarette, lighting the smoke before snuffing out
the blowtorch.
God, youre weird, Aeris declared.
Tifas brow furrowed. You are
strange.
Cid grinned again, laughing at both their words.
Tifa pursed her lips. Whats so funny? she asked.
He shook his head, unable to smother the smile
on his face. Nothin.
Neither said anything, listening to the waves
crash against the shore in the distance. The wind blew across the plain,
ruffling their hair and clothing. Silence reigned, though it was not as
uncomfortable as some of the silences they often shared.
Cid?
He glanced up from the ground at the sound
of her voice, taking the cigarette from his mouth and blowing a trail of
smoke into the breeze. He flicked the ash from the end of it before returning
it to his mouth. Yeah?
Elena and Rude came to the bar today,
and they asked for my help, she explained. I said I would give
it to them. She stopped, waiting for any type of input he might give
her.
He merely shrugged. So? Its not
like theyre still working for Shinra, and if they were, theyd
be working for Reeve. Whats the problem?
Tifa smiled smally. Well, you see,
Barrets gonna get pissed when he hears
Cid nodded in understanding, a grin coming
to his face. I know. Just forget it. I think he has deep-rooted
psychological problems that begin with his obsession with Mr. T. I
pity da foo who wears blue suits. I pity da foo who
dont watch Fat Albert. I pity da foo who ate
my Mr. T cereal.
Tifa shook her head but laughed nonetheless.
One of these days, hes gonna hear what you say about him, and
Ill pity da foo who insults Barret.
Whos insulting Barret? he
asked, his most innocent expression painted on his face. I was talking
about someone else.
Yeah, right. I believe you.
Cid grinned. Good, cause that way
Barretll never know any of my smartest insults.
Tifa grabbed his arm. Theyre not
smart; youre just stupid, she said, though there was no sting
hidden in her voice. She started pulling him back to where she had tied the
chocobos. Come on, lets go meet the Turks.
Are you back again? Reno asked,
glancing at her as she walked into the doorway. He groaned, leaning against
the stark wall of the cell. I was rather hoping youd carry out
my wishes and just
die.
Scarlet smirked, but her eyes were cold.
Well, I wouldnt want to disappoint you by not disappointing
you.
Reno just shrugged at her words, too tired
to bother to voice any smart remarks. She waited for one and was surprised
when he didnt take the bait. She hid her shock well, merely standing
in the doorway. She made no move to enter the room.
Youre losing your touch, Reno,
she declared, smoothing a wrinkle out of her tight dress. I was expecting
another one of your delightful charms. She ran a hand over her hair,
checking to make sure it was in perfect order. No matter. Im
after a bigger man now.
Reno merely gave her a sideways glance. The
mogs over in the corner. Youre free to have him. Hes not
a big conversationalist, though.
Cait Sith looked openly hurt at Renos
words. Thats not nice. Youre being inconsiderate to Mogs
feelings. The mog growled an assent.
Reeve grinned. Cait Sith, Im sure
that Scarlet isnt really after your mog. Shed much rather prefer
to have Palmer. Two men and a half can fit into him.
Scarlet raised her eyebrows, looking at Reeve
with a glint of menace in her dark eyes. Reeve, have you been taking
lessons from Reno, or did you have the brains to think of that yourself?
Reeve shrugged. Youd be surprised
at the insults my mind can think of.
Scarlet sniffed indignantly. Its
always the quiet ones. She turned her gaze back to all the occupants
of the room. However, I did not come here to exchange insults.
Couldve fooled me, Reno muttered.
Her angry gaze snapped to him. Watch
your step, Reno. Youre already on my *&%$ list. She cleared
her throat. I came because of a little favor for a friend of mine.
Renos brow creased as if to tell her
that he didnt care why she had come. She knew he didnt care at
the moment. He would soon enough.
She sauntered into the room, her steps small
due to her tight dress and high-heeled shoes. It has been brought to
my attention by this friend of mine that you have disgraced her and, worse
yet, injured her. Not very chivalrous, Reno.
You can send her my regards, he
said dryly.
Scarlet shook her head. No, she doesnt
want your regards. She probably would like to see you dead, but, alas,
it will not be so. You are my prisoner, after all. However, it would not
do to have her angry with me considering our shaky coalition. Therefore,
Reno, I must do something. She walked next to him, her heels allowing
her to stare face to face with him and not be dwarfed by his height. What
shall I do?
Like I care? he asked, even though
her question was clearly rhetorical. Shoot me, kick me, whatever. Just
make it quick. I hate long waits.
So do I. She brought a clenched
fist back and punched him across the jaw. He fell back, tripping over his
own feet and hitting the floor with a thud. The air exited his lungs in a
whoosh, and he heard a clear ringing in his ears. The iron taste of blood
filled his mouth, the crimson liquid dribbling down his cheek from a split
lip.
Scarlet loomed over him like the ominous cloud
which drowned the light from the sun and smothered the life from terra. She
cast a shadow over his face, darkening the world from his eyes. He wiped
the blood from his lower lip with his hand as he pushed himself back up.
Her foot came down onto his chest, the needle thin heel of it boring painfully
into his breastbone.
You, Reno, are the hungry puppy that
gets beaten yet continues to get up and beg for scraps, she hissed.
Stay down.
She pulled her foot off of his chest, turning
around in a frenzy of color. Her hair flared away from her head as she turned
and bounced as she walked quickly to the door. She pushed the guards out
of the cell before leaving herself. The door slammed behind her, ringing
through the small cell with a metallic clang that somehow shattered all their
fervent hopes and wishes of ever escaping.
I object to this course of action,
Barret declared, his expression dark with mistrust and anger. How do
we know we can trust em?!
Tifa shook her head, sharing a knowing glance
with Cid. She had foreseen this; she had known that Barret would not like
this plan. It was a good idea, an excellent alliance, and perfectly sound.
Of course Barret wouldnt like the plan. Tifa sighed.
Barret, you dont have to live with
them or even share a meal with them. Hell, you dont even have to trust
them, she said. They came to us for our help.
Theyre under our control, if youd prefer to see it that way.
But I think we owe our help to at least Reno. He did, after all, save me.
Barret snorted. That shot coulda been
from anywhere.
But it wasnt. So, regardless of
whether youre gonna help me or not, Im going to help them.
Even if it means losing Cloud?
he asked, his brown eyes cold.
Tifa frowned, her own tawny gaze freezing over
like a puddle in winter. Her brow furrowed with anger. Thats
a cheap shot, she growled.
The hell it is! He leaned closer
to him. Stop bein a damn hypocrite. Ya know ya aint gonna
stay here and find Reno. Ya owe it ta him ta get the rest of us helpin
them Turks, but ya dont owe it enough ta help em yourself. Cloud
means more ta you than Reno ever will, and I know that, and Red knows that,
and Cid knows that. And you know that.
Tifa looked away from Barret, unable to hold
his gaze. She felt her face burning with embarrassment and shame. He was
right. Nothing Reno, or anyone for that matter, could do would make her place
him higher in her heart than Cloud. It wasnt his fault or Clouds
fault. Just hers.
After an awkward moment of silence passed before
Tifa cleared her throat to speak. I guess this means you think Im
selfish. She glanced at him. And I am.
Barret placed a comforting, gentle hand on
her shoulder though he towered over her like the thunderous peak of a mountain.
The anger was seemingly gone from him, and a small smile lit his lips, gone
almost before it had appeared. Ya aint selfish. Ya just love
him. Me? I would have anything for my Marlene, probably even if it meant
leaving a couple of yous out to dry. #@$%, Tifa, ya cant decide who
ta love; it just happens.
Tifa nodded slowly. But I am being selfish,
right? First and foremost, I owe it to Reno to help him out.
Barret merely shrugged. Thats nothing
you cant repay atta later date. Renos gonna be around for a long
time. Turks are damn hard to kill.
She looked up to the face of the man beside
her, a sudden hope coming to her eyes. What are you saying?
A grin formed on his features, broadly shining
through his normal grim tones. Ya do whatcha have ta, and so will I.
Break the team up. Ill help out your Reno; go get Cloud. He shrugged
at his sudden change of heart. Get there as fast as ya can, cause
this here trains never going to catch up with em if ya keep
makin stops.
The table was immaculate, beautifully set due
to hours of tedious and meticulous work. Shimmering silver lined with gold
lay perfectly placed beside the delicate china. Whitened wax burned brilliantly
in sterling candelabras, the light from their wicks glimmering at the edges
of the crystalline glasses and the clear liquid within them. The mouth-watering
aromas of delicious foods wafted through the air like the salt on a sea breeze,
concentrated yet not overpowering, strong yet not unpleasant.
Despite all the pleasing foods and tranquil
atmosphere, there were thousands of places Cloud Strife would rather be.
He would even prefer to be back in the darkness of the North Cave, absolute
in his loneliness
no, not there, not there; never again would
he dance for someone else like that. Never again.
Puppets dance for masters
why cant
you see?
He shook his head as if to rid himself
of the voices or voice, more appropriately that haunted him
now. Was it the voice of the mighty Sephiroth, attacking his mind with the
spirit of evil, shadowing his hopes, shattering his dreams? He didnt
know, but Cloud didnt want to fight these battles against a foe who
could neither be hurt nor expelled from his thoughts. He was tired of the
insults and the lies that this voice hurled at him from the darker portions
of his mind.
Lies or truths?
Wicked laughter echoed between Clouds
ears, an infinite cackle that somehow seemed borne on the wings of the past
but was a constant reminder of the future to come. Of what he was to become
if he let himself slip into the darkness like he had at the North Cave. He
wouldnt let that happen. He couldnt.
Youre not eating, came a
voice. Why not? Scarlet was kind enough to bring a little extra.
Eat.
His gaze snapped up from the plate of delicacies
and fine gourmet, meeting with the eyes of his captor, ice blue on sparkling
emerald. His face hardened in silent anger, a frown forming on his lips.
Im not hungry, he declared
darkly. He felt like the little boy dressed up neatly in his finest to have
dinner with too snippy aunts, anxiously waiting to be released and freed
back to his life of romping around in the dirt and mud. If it was at all
possible, his expression grew more ominous. May I be excused?
No, you may not, Aeris snapped.
Not until you clear off your plate.
Clouds frown widened. You know
theres a distinct difference between hunger and appetite. If everyone
ate in accordance to their appetite, wed all be fat blobs sitting around
on our asses and watching soaps all day. Im not hungry.
Aeris stood, slamming her silverware down onto
the lace tablecloth. Fine! Starve then. Do you see what I have to put
up with?! Hes like a little child willing to do anything just to spite
me!
Scarlet gave Aeris half of a smile, her painted
lips quivering. She nodded her head smally, raising an eyebrow as she looked
over to Cloud. I see, Aeris. I can really sympathize with you. Ill
gladly take him off of your hands.
Aeris frowned. I bet you would.
And whats it to you?! Scarlet
demanded, rising as well. You obviously cant appreciate him.
The smirk returned to her face, and she winked at Cloud. I can.
Cloud squirmed, a sudden pit of dread welling
up in his stomach. He had faced countless dangers and somehow managed to
come out on top, but that little gesture frightened him more so than most
feral beasts. He looked anxiously for any way to escape.
And what do you mean by that?!
Aeris demanded, her face clouded with anger. Her voice lowered to a quieter
and far more dangerous level. Just what are you insinuating?
Scarlet laughed shortly. You know exactly
what I mean. Her face became stone, harder than the marble on which
she stood. Hes too much of a man for you.
Aeris frowned, her brow furrowing and her eyes
narrowing. So what does that mean to you? If hes too much of
a man for me, he must be a helluva lot more than you can handle.
You bitch, Scarlet growled, clenching
her hands into fists.
Slut.
Scarlets features softened. Why,
thank you.
You would take that as a compliment,
you two gil whore.
And what are you? At least I dont
have to kidnap my men.
Aeris snorted. What was that stunt with
Reno? A walk in the park?
Scarlet frowned. He was an enemy. Enemies
get captured and taken prisoner.
And have you make googly eyes at them,
Aeris added, small smirk twitching her lips. And then some.
So I know how to have a good time. More
than I can say for you. Youre idea of a good time is the rack and a
hot poker.
Aeris will snapped, her anger overcoming
her. Tramp, she snarled, lunging forward. She rammed into Scarlet,
her nails biting deeply into Scarlets flesh. They both went down in
a collection of shrieks and yowls.
Cloud watched the fight, wide-eyed until it
finally came to blows. Then, he saw that this was his chance for escape.
Slowly, he stood from his chair and started walking from the hall in which
they had been eating.
Aeris gave Scarlet one more whack to the head
before she stood, wiping the blood from a split lip. Her gaze landed on
Clouds empty seat, her eyes widening in surprise before narrowing again
in anger. She turned back to Scarlet who was just now attempting to regain
her composure as she struggled into a kneeling position.
You bitch, Aeris growled. Look
at what youve done! Youve let him get away.
Me? Youre the one who started the
argument.
Aeris frowned. You would blame me for
this situation. Scarlet, my dear, youre trying my patience. Her
blue staff appeared in her hands, forming from the very air. He is
mine. Before Scarlet could so much as scream, the blue staff,
crackling with energy, sliced deeply into her neck, cutting through tendons
and bones, slashing her trachea and her spinal cord. Blood slowly oozed from
the wound, flowing from her severed veins and arteries as her headless body
toppled to the ground. Her head rolled several feet away, her lifeless eyes
staring into eternity, slightly widened in surprise.
Aeris rose, the staff disappearing from her
hands in a few wisps of blue. Cloud!
Cloud stopped in his tracks as Aeris
cry echoed through the arching halls and empty rooms of the City of the Ancients.
The shear ferocity of the call was enough to freeze his blood and twist his
innards. And then he started running.
It was a while since the last time he had been
in this city. She had died, then, and he would have given anything to have
her back alive. Now there was nothing he wouldnt do if it meant her
death. Nothing. And somehow that scared him. Was it because he was no better
than Sephiroth? Was he just like him? His legs pumped faster, ignoring the
small stab of pain where the gunshot had been partially healed by Aeris.
And he ran.
Youre weak. Weak, weak, weak
scared of that weakness
Cloud shook his head in a silent denial, his
lungs burning as he pushed himself far beyond his limits. It couldnt
be true. He couldnt be another Sephiroth, so tired of being used, of
being a puppet that he would wish someone dead. Had he always been like this?
He ran, but the questions and fears would not disappear. They were always
there; they were forever haunting him like he was some animal waiting to
be poached. He could not run; he could not hide. There was nowhere to go
when you were running from yourself.
He ran around a corner and met with a flash
of blue right in the face.
Pain exploded in his head as he fell backwards,
hitting the ground with a ringing blaring through his ears. Whatever breath
he had left in his body exited his lungs as he fell, leaving him gasping
for breath. The salty iron taste of his blood mingling with his sweat ran
over his lips, the obvious source his nose.
He was afraid to look up, all to aware of what
he would see. He knew who would be there with her face hard with anger and
her eyes narrowed dangerously with her rage. He knew what was coming. And
he braced himself for it. He was not surprised when the first blow landed.
How could you do that to me?
Cloud didnt respond, cringing and closing
his eyes against the biting pain that accompanied the blue light. But by
closing his eyes, he was only facing a more dangerous foe. Darkness crept
up on his mind bringing with it the very nightmares that had awakened Cloud
at night gasping for breath. The green drowning
Well, what dya think?
Tifa slowly sucked in her breath, her gaze
flitting over the monstrosity in front of her. The Tiny Bronco
well, Gay Boat had had a complete refitting and sported a new
structural design. The propellers on the wings had been flipped around to
face the front of the plane. The cockpit had been expanded to fit three,
even if it was a bit squished. The bright apple red color was faded and washed
away to a more delicate pink. Gleaming metal mottled the places where Cid
had patched the body. It wasnt bad, but it didnt look very sturdy.
Vincent cleared his throat, scratching the
back of his head. Its delightfully tacky, yet somehow
unrefined, he declared, looking over the plane. Tifa glanced at him
while Cid beamed at the praise his brainchild was receiving.
Tifa was not as willing to accept the plane.
Are you sure itll fly? she asked, watching the grin fall
from Cids features.
Sure it will. That wing aint gonna
fall off again, either. He pushed and pulled the one wing, rocking
the entire plane. See? No problems.
No problems? Yuffie blurted.
Look at the paint job. It looks like a blind man did it!
Cid frowned. It faded, alright?
He glanced at the plane, grimacing at the puce-pink that it sported.
Its reminiscent of your time aboard the Highwind. They
call this color Ode to Yuffie.
Yuffie wrinkled her nose but kept her mouth
shut. Barret raised his eyebrows in doubt, slowly shaking his head. I
dunno. It doesnt look like itll fly.
The pilot sighed, rubbing his brow.
Its either this or wait for the Highwinds engines
to start working again. Itll fly, trust me. Besides, youve the
best pilot in the entire Midgar Area to fly you there. He held up his
hand to cut any comment that Barret was about ready to blurt. Dont
insult me, please, Barret.
The wing fell off you said? Red
asked, closely scrutinizing the structure of the plane. Are you sure
it will hold against the stress during the flight?
As if on cue, the entire group started bickering
and talking, the noise level around the plane rising considerably. Even the
chocobos chirped and scratched at the earth in an attempt to gain attention.
Tifa shook her head, massaging her temples
of an ache which had settled there. This was getting nowhere fast. Red blabbed
on about the durability of the plane while Yuffie wailed about the color.
Barret and Cid seemed to be stuck in a argument of whether or not the plane
would actually make it off the ground. In fact, the only one who didnt
seem affected at all by the overpowering rabble was Vincent, but that was
to be expected. He was always the cool one. Right now, Tifa could feel her
anger slipping away quite quickly.
Shut up!
All the people gathered there stopped talking,
mid-sentence, and turned their attention to Tifa. She felt her face burning
but didnt apologize or back down. She needed to be a leader now, for
Cloud.
Alright, she said. Thats
better. Now, heres the way its gonna work. Theres six of
us here. Well break the group in half, so theres gonna be two
groups of three. One group will go to the City of the Ancients to look for
Cloud
Why there? Yuffie asked. I
mean, how do ya know to go there?
Tifa shook her head and didnt answer
her question. It doesnt matter, Yuffie. Youre going to
stay here as part of the second group which will break Reeve and Cait Sith
out of the slam. She raised her hand. No buts, Yuffie.
Cid grinned. Yeah, I dont want
the Ode to Yuffie to become authentic. Barret and he broke out into
laughter which was abruptly cut off by a glance from Tifa. Cid cleared his
throat and shuffled his feet, joined shortly by Barret.
You guys are worse than two street
boys, Tifa scolded. Show some respect. Its not her fault
she gets motion sickness. Apologize.
Sorry, Cid muttered. He felt like
he was back in high school and got caught at a prank. A smile broke through
his supposed shameful expression.
Yuffies brow furrowed, a pout forming
on face. Whatre you grinning at?
Nothin. I was just thinking about
prank I pulled in high school. At her questioning glance, he cleared
his throat. Ah, there was a bunch of clubs, you know, basic stuff.
And I, naturally, participated in a club devoted to the wonders of aeronautics.
But there was always this damn wuss group hanging around and revving up their
hotrods or whatever the hell they were. They had little cubby-type things
they kept all their tools and crap in. So, I decided to throw their lockers
out of the top story of the school and into the snow as a winter break
gift.
Tifa raised her eyebrows questioningly.
And?
Cid looked thoughtful for a moment. And
it wouldve worked, too, but I didnt take into consideration the
wind factor. Barret snorted. Cid gave him a sideways glance.
Wind factor, my ass, he declared,
crossing his arms.
Mine too, Cid agreed. I put
a locker through one of their windshields. They were pissed. The principal
gets on my case, yelling and screaming bout the school having rules
and crap. So this skinny little wuss guy gets out there and starts jabbering
at the principal about a straight wind, getting all technical. The
principals freakin clueless, everybodys yelling,
and I finally ended up with two months of detention.
Is there a moral to this story?
Vincent asked, an utterly vacant look in his eyes.
Cid shrugged. Actually, yeah. If I
hadnt gotten caught, I probably wouldnt be here. That wuss guy
was Palmer.
Ya mean Palmer wasnt always fat?
Barret asked incredulously.
Nah. He was a skinny ass, too.
Yuffie frowned. Man, you guys had all
the fun! In my school, they wont even let you pull the fire
alarm between classes!
Red XIII cleared his throat. Uh, I think
were all out here for a mission, he said, his one eye looking
from person to person, regardless of what you were allowed to do in
class.
Tifa nodded. Reds right. Where
was I?
The Ode to Yuffie, Cid interjected.
Yuffie shot him a menacing glare that he promptly chose to ignore.
Yuffies stayin here.
Okay, Tifa rubbed her hands together,
cracking her knuckles. Red, its obvious that the Gay Boat
wont accommodate you comfortably. You can either live with that for
a coupla hours, or you can stay here as well.
Red sat back on his haunches, a sheepish grin
on his face. I think Ill stay. I have a feeling whoever goes
is going to get a bath.
Cid turned a glare reminiscent of Yuffies
on Red which the beast ignored. Itll fly. He crossed his
arms over his flight jacket. You guys have no faith.
It takes more than faith to fly across
an ocean, Red argued.
It doesnt matter, Tifa ordained.
I like a good swim now and then. Cid frowned but didnt
say anything. I guess that means youre with us, Vincent seeming
how Barrets leading the second group. You okay with that?
Vincent merely shrugged, swinging his cape
behind him. Doesnt matter.
Can you swim? Red asked, his tail
whipping the ground in merriment.
Cids face turned an interesting shade
of dark red, and he shook violently with his anger. You *#$&@#
&%)#@*-#$^@*! Im gonna kill you!
Red XIIIs grin was washed away as the
pilot lunged for him, and he turned tail and pounced away. Cid grabbed the
beasts foot as he struggled to start running. You think youre
just gonna insult my Gay Boat and get away with it?! Never!
Red kicked a mouthful of dirt into Cids
face, causing the pilot to curse again as he spit it from his mouth. You
&*$#@%! he yelled as Red started running. He staggered to his feet.
Get your ass back here! They both disappeared behind a crest
in the plains, invisible except for an occasional yelled obscenity. The rest
of the group stood there in stunned silence. The chocobos cooed to themselves
as though they were laughing at some private joke. Although the group
didnt know what it was, they soon followed suit.
Except for Vincent who quietly turned away,
the hurt growing within him like a bottomless pit. Lucrecia kept coming back
at him, an relentless thought that would never let him be. He couldnt
laugh with them. His soul was far too scarred to be healed by simple laughter.
feel small? weak, pathetic
fool
not pathetic
not weak
not foolish
nothing? not strong, either
what are you?
proud?
ha! proud cloud, proud cloud thunders
rains
lights
proud cloud cries teardrops for his mother
your mother
for his love
your death
for his life
his life is shorter than the air
life is the
air which is no life at all but fervent wishes by peasants for his storms
to go away
the world is cruel, demon
youre dead
am i? stupidity was a strong point
ill live on forever with my
mother
what have you got?
no love
no life
hatred, anger, weakness? pride
proud cloud
was always too proud to leave without a show of light electricity scraping
through the air
destroy those peasants
free the hatred bottled
up with a downpour of rain floods a clap of thunder for their fears a flood
for their fields a gust of wind to blow them away until all they have left
is those shattered hopes for a good year
good year for storms
how many die?
no one dies
ill not kill
proud cloud is always a constant
unrelenting
unsympathetic
ready to kill
ready to flood
destroy, maim, kill, hunt them down
with your rains pounding upon their heads filled with fervent hopes turned
to desperate wishes for relief from proud cloud stays forever
destroy
their unsympathetic voices with your anger
shout louder at them until
they listen
dont let them win
i wont let them win
never win
ill win, ill
show them theres more to me than pretty summer nights
than sparkling
lights reflected from my depths
gaze upon my fatal beauty
ill
show you
you will? weaknesses
proud cloud is blamed for deaths, proud cloud
wont stay forever
fickle thing
ill never die
you wont live forever
light will come
cold will
come
night will come
pain-filled losses and mourners crying for
their dead
you wont live, youll wont keep fighting
theyll be others
stronger
better
no false pride,
no soiled dignity to crush
no untrue strengths to wade through on the
search for a falsified truth
no pain
my pain
your pain
you deserve it
proud clouds too proud
to cry
are you crying?
you will
you will
murderer of innocents, destroyer of purity,
prophet to lies
kill those you love with your rage
kill those
close to you with your hatred
you suffer so shall they
no
thats not true
look at your truth
gaze into that mirror into your soul, your foul
wicked soul, hell-bent on vengeance, knee-bent to pride
im not like that
saw your reflection? i saw it
so little hope for life in that twisted
image upon the wall protecting yourself comes crumbling down and i saw you
there
destroyer
im not
neither am i, but there will be more after me and after you disgrace the
name with your death and your pride
no hope left
so little hope
left in this world at all
what are your hopes?
i have no hope
no hope for anyone
the world is a just a group
of oppressed people sitting around in their privates hells waiting for someone
to lift them from the dirt and the dust before they crumble to bones
what are your hopes?
a pessimist in our midst
who will be that fool trying to help a world
of people too weary and scarred by life to help themselves
will it
be you? youll be the flood that will scar them and hurt them and kill
them and drown them until there is nothing left and you are alone
i wont
you will
i did
once i had strength
now i have less than
those fatigued warriors standing up against the forces of life
they
say only the strong will survive, but it is always the weak that will kill
you
who are you?
no one
i used to have a name, just like i had a face and mind filled
with life and happiness
no more
nothing is the same, proud cloud
to ride on free in the air
no more spring rain
no more happiness
for me
nothing
not one bloody thing
ill not be like you
ha! little man wants to be big
you cant stop this
your pride
will have you my dear, dear friend, as anger had the black-caped man and
power had me
it was all for nothing
who are you?
who? tell me
proud, proud cloud, put your head on my shoulder and cry for awhile
i am you and you are me and we are one and the same
somehow the
same
surprisingly different yet somehow the same.
i dont want to be like you
ill have happiness
in solitude with no one to love you and your stupid, stupid hurt
youll die sooner or later alone and lonely, cold and hurt, no loving
fire to help you
they all leave sooner or later
we all do
who are you?
proud cloud ready to pour his wrath upon the world
my proud, proud cloud
vengeance is best served cold
Cait Sith hummed quietly to himself as he stuffed
a wad of cotton back into his mogs stomach. Hold on there,
buddy, he muttered, breaking the song. Ill get ya fixed
in no time. Youll be stitched up and rearing to go!
Although he tried not to show it, he was actually
devastated by the injuries his mog had received. Never in his existence
seeming as he didnt particularly have a life had he felt so
helpless to do anything. He had never felt so open, so torn; he had never
felt this small on top of his mog. Now, he was the little insect easily squashed
beneath the heel of a boot. He hated this feeling.
Dont take it out on me, Reeve
declared, throwing his hands up in exasperation. Im not the one
who got you here!
Reno frowned, his face darkening. What
the hell are you talking about?! he demanded. You signed us that
job!
Renos frown became mirrored on Reeves
face. What are you talking about? I havent done any business
with you since before I got the company.
The Turks frown disappeared, a sudden
realization coming over him. He punched the wall angrily. That asshole!
Im gonna kill him.
Who?
Nygel Huiji Doctor Nygel
Huiji.
Reeve raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
Nygel Huiji? Are you sure?
Reno frowned again. I think Id
remember the name of a geek who just conned me. Damn, what the hells
Elena gonna think?
The ex-Shinra President sat down on the cot
with a sigh, mulling over his thoughts. What was the job?
The cot squeaked in protest as Reno sat down
next to Reeve. We were supposed to swipe some Black Materia from his
labs and give it to you.
Really? A smile began forming on
Reeves features as a new thought sprung to his mind. Maybe she
doesnt have to know that I didnt sign you that job.
Whatre you talking about? Just
tell me and stop dancing around the subject.
Bear with me for a second, Reno. Black
Materia is decidedly bad, correct? Reno nodded. We wouldnt
want that falling into the wrong hands such as those of Aeris or Scarlet,
also correct. So just stick to the original plan. Find the Black Materia
and bring it back to me. I know someone we can trust who wont loose
it.
Reno leaned back against the wall, stretching
his feet out in front of him. His head was starting to pound again, a slow
rivulet of blood running from a cut on his brow. He paid it no heed.
Thats assuming we ever get outta here, right? The odds of that
happening aint looking in our favor.
Reeve shrugged. Never stopped a Turk
before.
Cait Sith turned back to them, an object in
hand. He had stuffed it in his mog at the fight and had forgotten about it
until now. A smile was lighting up his face almost as wide as Cosmo Canyon.
He held it out for them to see.
Wont stop one now, he declared,
doing a little dance of victory.
Reeve and Reno exchanged surprise glances.
What the hell? Reeve asked, bewilderment in his eyes.
Whered you get that?
And then Reno grinned, shaking his head slowly.
Why you little thief
Tifa watched the sunrise on the horizon, a
beautiful portrait of color and light so exquisite and seemingly pure that
it was breath-taking. The sun peeked over the edge of the grassy plain, kissing
her cheeks with its warmth, its light sparkling in the golden blades of grass.
It was a symbol of hope, a new day in which she could dream of finding her
love. It was a symbol of new life.
She felt no elation.
For while the sun shined warmly upon her, its
red light bloodied the sky, a vile picture of the fields turning crimson.
And for while the warm sun beat down upon her face, she felt nothing but
the cold chill of being alone. Cloud was gone; she might be chasing her own
tail, following ghosts on her false hopes that he was near. He might be dead.
Or worse.
Mideel. She remembered that event though it
had transpired months ago. What had he done to deserve this harsh treatment
by the fates? He was constantly lost, not in the physical sense of the word.
His mind was scarred beyond repair. He could never know his true self. She
could never know him either. Was he really Cloud Strife or just some figment
of her imagination born in some test tube in Hojos lab? Who was he?
She wished she could help him, but the true
Cloud if there had ever been one had died that day in Nibelheim.
She couldnt help him. Not when he was fighting his own mind. She
couldnt hide him or fight him or even run away. She was drawn to him
like a moth to flame, and she was scared that one day he would burn her so
badly that she would just shrivel up and die. She was so scared, but he needed
her, and she loved him.
God, how she loved him.
There was nothing that could stand between
them, even if Cloud wasnt Cloud. But if Cloud wasnt Cloud, then
whom did she love? That thought had been forced into her mind by the small
portion of her that was a cold realist over and over again. Without him here,
she found it invading her thoughts more and more frequently, and it scared
her. What if her love was wasted on a mere puppet? What was she supposed
to do?
There wasnt anything she could do. She
would look for him and search for him until she wore herself down to a mere
silhouette of a woman. Her heart would ache until she found him, but she
absentmindedly wondered which would hurt more. The search or her findings.
What if she found him like she had at Mideel? Twisted and shattered like
a glass doll which had received the brunt of a mean childs anger. What
if he was like that again, but there were no more pieces left to glue together
with her love? He was just a broken man with less happiness than the average
bum.
Or what if she never found him at all? Tears
stung at her eyes. What if he ran off to be with Aeris and left her alone
except for her dying memories? He wouldnt do that. He loved her, not
Aeris. But what if he didnt? He had never said anything above love
and had only taken her on a date once. He had to love her. He had to.
But he didnt have to and that was the
point. She would run after him around the world searching for him and never
finding him because he wanted to be lost. No, he couldnt want that.
Not after Mideel. Never again would he want to be that broken and exposed.
But it was always easier to be lost and forget all the worries of the world
than to always be found and face those worries and fears and aggression.
And what if she did find him, and he
didnt love her at all? Then what? That would be the ultimate slap in
the face. Would she just go home crying to
to who? Nobody. Without
Cloud she had nobody. Barret and Marlene and Cid and Vincent and all the
others didnt matter. They werent her family. They were only friends.
Her family was dead. And Cloud was the closest person she had. If he didnt
want her
She collapsed into the sea of grass, her shaking
knees refusing to hold up her weight any longer. The tears streamed down
her cheeks, and she buried her face in her hands. She would find him, and
they would be together, and he would love her. There was no other choice.
She didnt want to be alone.
Cloud watched a small ray of light filter in
an even smaller window perched near the top of the small room. The ray floated
to the ground on a whisper of air, shining on through the darkness with a
dim glow that could mean anything to anybody but was a small beam of hope
amidst the overpowering black. A hope that that black would not become his
life, that it would not rule him. A small hope that left with the sun.
He reached out to touch the light with a shaking
hand, trembling not out of fear but out of the hope of a desperate man. The
light glowed softly on his hand, a warmth that seemed to be trying to comfort
him. He couldnt be comforted by that warmth. Not anymore. He was lost.
He could never find himself now.
And no one would search for him.
And Tifa
how could she ever want to see
him again? After all the pain and hurt he caused? After all the awkward,
silent moments they shared? She couldnt love him; she must hate him
for all the hell through which hed put her. He hated himself for that.
He didnt know which he felt more strongly, the hate for everything
he done or his hate for everything he hadnt.
The air swirled, the ray of light flickered.
The light of truth that showed him the pain. Why would she look for him?
He was a cursed, wretched being, shunned by his own mind. He wasnt
even sure who he was. He could be a perfectly sane person destined to be
hurt over and over again in his life because of some deed he had done. Or
he could be just a wisp of memory that faded as fast as it appeared, slipping
through the grasping fingers that clung to it.
And whose fingers were they? Were they his
or hers? Was he just trying to fool himself? Maybe he was that wisp of memory,
and he wanted so bad to be with Tifa that he had found one fond memory from
her mind and become it. Living the past wasnt a life at all. But it
was with her, and something with her was better than everything without her.
Or had she made him into someone he wasnt?
Did she want him to be the Cloud Strife from her memories because she had
loved that Cloud? Living a lie wasnt any better than living as a figment
of the past. But it was with her. Even it wasnt him with her, he would
play the part to be with her. He would do anything to be with her. He loved
her even if she didnt love him, even if she loved her memories or her
past and not him. It didnt matter. This light was his love, the small
flicker of hope that he would find some sort of happiness in this life,
regardless of whether or not it was based on the truth. The truth often hurt;
he could be immune to that hurt. When your life was a lie, you had to be.
You had to be.
But what if she never came? What if she bore
no love for the past or for the future? What if she did hate all the strife
he had caused? What if she hated him and hated Mideel and hated the truth?
The hot tears stung his eyes, and he closed them in an attempt to stop himself
from crying. He couldnt bear that. He couldnt live with that.
To be hated by himself was one thing, but to be hated by his love was something
he couldnt stand. The dejection, the loneliness.
The small ray of hope beamed down gently on
his face as if to calm his frenzied mind. The hope that she would come
it was the only thing he could do. He couldnt not do anything. He had
to believe that she would come rescue him from this hell. She had done it
before; she must care for him. He needed to believe; he needed to have something
to cling to where the walls were slick and smooth. He needed to have hope.
There was nothing else. He had to hope that she loved him, that she cared
for him.
The light flickered once, the warm sun slipping
behind a wall of clouds. He looked up at the window as the light disappeared
altogether. The room was bathed in a dim gloom, the darkness totally encompassing
the corners. He sank to his knees, oblivious to the tears streaming down
his face. He slowly shook his head in a silent denial, wishing the light
back to help him through this. If not her, then the light would surely help
him through this. But it had disappeared forever, abandoning him to his own
hellish demons. He was destined to be alone, eternally damned to a life of
solitude.
He hated being alone.
Vincents eyes clouded over with his pain
as he fervently wished that he could forgive himself for his sins. He wanted
Lucrecia to be there with him. He wanted to feel her delicate lips brushing
his cheek, her beautifully shining hair between his fingers, her soft breath
on his back. But he would never feel that again. He could never see her again.
She was gone. Forever.
He turned back to the present, hoping that
she wouldnt come back to his thoughts like a silent doe slipping through
a forest glen. He knew she would, though. She always did, and there was nothing
he could do about it. He hoisted himself into the third cramped seat on the
Gay Boat.
No ones having second thoughts
bout this, right? Cid asked, turning around to view all the people
behind him. Tifas face was grim with her determination; Vincents
was stone to hide all the pain he felt.
I have to find him, Tifa declared,
blinking away the tears which were rapidly forming in her eyes. I have
to know.
Cid nodded. All right, then. He
turned back to the array of controls in front of him, quickly running through
a mental pre-flight check. Praying he didnt miss any steps, he looked
out to the grassy sea on his right side. Clear right! There was
no one there who would be but Cid felt the need to have something
a little more mundane than the events of the past week or so. He started
the right propeller. It choked once, spinning slowly before it started humming
as the blades cut cleaning through the air. A wind from the propeller blew
over them.
Shortly after starting the right propeller,
he started up the left, getting almost the same results. The Gay Boat
was no longer the Gay Boat. The Tiny Bronco would fly again!
He poured the power onto the engines, checking to make sure they would run
at their maximum speed before bringing them both back to a more moderate
and rather slow speed.
You both ready?! he called over
the noise of the engines, glancing behind him. He received two nods. Okay,
here we go!
He released the brake on the plane, sending
it taxiing over the flat expanse of trampled grass before them. The speed
indicator slowly rose as the plane move faster over the plane. Cid watched
it carefully, glancing at their diminishing runway. Dont tell me
I made it too short! He thought furiously. Beyond the runway was a nice
cliff leading to the ocean. They had better make it.
The needle rose further towards their optimal
speed, quivering as the plane ran over bumps in the field. Almost there.
He glanced at the drop-off around of them. It was far too close. Hed
have to jump the gun and pray. He glanced back down at the little needle.
It was close enough, wasnt it? Sure, it was. He looked back up ahead
of him.
Blue sea stretched out. They had less than
a few hundred meters before they were pancakes. Its close enough.
He pulled back on the stick, grimacing as the small vehicle shook from the
strain. #$@%! he cursed. The planes nose lifted from the
ground, the aircraft swaying a little as it was finally airborne. The plain
melting away from them, the wheels of the small ship meters from the edge
of the cliff.
Stall warnings buzzed in the open air cockpit,
a small light blinking on the control panel. It would shut off sooner or
later as they gained height. Cid grimaced. Hopefully.
Tifa slapped him on the shoulder. He leaned
back to look at her frowning face. Why the helld you put the
freakin runway leading to a cliff?! she demanded, her tone clearly
disapproving.
Cid shrugged. Sorry?
She whacked him again. Yeah, youd
better be. You almost got us killed before we even got to Cloud! She
leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms indignantly. So far, this trip
was not going well, but she was on her way. She would find him; she
wouldnt be alone, not anymore. And if he didnt love her, then
so be it. But she had to try. By the last breath in her heart-broken body,
she had to try.
Barrets gaze slowly took in all the people
seated at the table in the Seventh Heaven, his brown eyes hard with the upcoming
mission. They had to break Reeve and Reno from the Shinra jail before something
bad happened to them. Barret frowned. He didnt particularly relish
thought of him being on the same side as the Turks, but for Tifas sake,
he would be. He didnt have much of a choice.
He cleared his throat. All right. We
all here? he asked, though the answer was clearly obvious. There were
nods from around the table. Good. As yall know, were gonna
be breakin Reno an Reeve from the slam. Any complaints bout
that? There were none. Good, cause I dont give a
damn whatchall think, got that? This is my show, and were gonna do
this AVALANCHE style.
Elena coolly arched an eyebrow. This
should be interesting. I wonder what Reno might think, she said.
Weve never done anything any way other than Turk style.
Barret glowered at her, but he could find nothing
that hinted toward an insult or jeer. All right. Were gonna go
in da front door, give em all somethin ta remember us by, grab
Reno and Reeve, and haul ass. Any complaints?
Once again, there were none. No one seemed
to care which way they went about doing this, just as long as it got done.
Yuffie barely stifled a yawn. Somehow, it seemed like they were about to
do something as normal as the laundry. It was slightly unnerving.
Barret stood up, stretching out the muscles
in his back. Seeming hows therere no complaints, Im
gonna assume that yall agree with dis course o action. I expect
no mishaps and no screw-ups. Ya got that? Nods around the table.
Good. Keep yo cool til tonight. Thats when the real fun
begins.
Your friends are coming, Aeris
declared as she stepped from the shadows, her voice as sweet as honeydew.
Cloud recoiled from her as though she were
some sort of poisonous snake, waiting for him to put his guard down so that
she could strike. Or worse. She was the black widow, sizing up her mate.
He shivered. He wouldnt let her close to him. Not now. Not after that
last time.
very amusing, o pathetic one
pathetic
one
Cloud grimaced against the voice, frowning
at the words echoing through his skull. Go away, he muttered.
I dont want to talk to you.
Aeris mistakenly thought he was talking to
her. What? Dont you care that your friends are coming to free
you from this eternal nightmare? She reached her hand out to him. He
slunk away from it. Dont you want their help?
He pushed his back up against the wall, slinking
back into the corner. Get away from me, he growled. When
Tifa gets her, shell
Shell what?! Aeris snapped
as she pulled her hand back. She cant do crap to help you. I
dont even know why she hangs around you. Youre an ungrateful
cesspool of slime, delving your own hurt until youve look at it so
long your eyes start to bleed! Her lips compressed into a thin line
as her emerald eyes flashed angrily. She probably keeps you around
because it makes her feel more controlling.
theres a thought, proud cloud
what do you think?
Shut up, Cloud snapped, his own
face hardening with anger. Thats not true.
Isnt it? Why else would someone
want a worthless piece of crap like you? You certainly have a thing for hurting
everyone around you. Tifa probably feels better when she can see that
theres someone in this world more oppressed than her. She probably
looks at you and feels strong. I know I do.
Cloud shook his head. Youre a bloody
liar. I wont listen to you anymore.
Aeris frowned. Youre going to listen
to me until your ears bleed, and your throat is raw from screaming at me
to stop. Her features darkened over. And do you know why youll
do this? Because I know everything. You are merely a doll beneath my fingertips
to push and prod and twist and turn until I tire of you, and then you are
nothing. Your friends are nothing. They will arrive here, and they will
die.
The laughter echoed through the room, Aeris
and the voice within Clouds head.
proud cloud, proud cloud, sing and dance
and twist
silly puppet, silly, silly puppet, let me pull your
strings
forever and always until finally in death do we part from
this
proud, proud cloud, dont you see? its all so simple,
these painfully simplistic things
you the puppet, i the puppeteer,
together well make them laugh and cheer
you the puppet and i
the master, the tears will run free, the cries be our laughter
puppet,
puppet, puppet, puppet, proud cloud, the puppet
And finally, he couldnt take it anymore.
SHUT UP! he screamed, his throat burning from the force
of his cry. All the sadistic merriment stopped on the word, Aeris laughter
abruptly stopping as though cut off by the sharpest blade. The voice even
quieted in his head, chuckling softly to himself in the back of Clouds
mind.
Im going to kill you, Aeris,
he hissed, his anger seething.
Aeris stared at as though he was truly a force
that could and would kill. And then, she smirked. Maybe later,
Cloud, she said sweetly. I wouldnt want to miss the reunion.
You know how touching those things are. She clutched a hand at her
breast. Right here.
She laughed as she exited the room, disappearing
back into the shadows. Cloud couldnt stop the tears from flowing from
his eyes as the pain of his battered body and soul returned to him, over-taking
his anger easily. He fell back to the wall weakly.
God, Tifa, dont come here,
he whispered, his mind thinking up all the nasty things that awaited his
friends. Leave me alone. Dont come. Please, Tifa.
The only response he got was a bout of laughter
reverberating through his skull, burning his mind with its icy cruelty. He
closed his eyes in an attempt to free himself from the sound, hoping to fall
into the troubled waters of his sleep.
silly puppet
Oh, &$*#.
Tifa straightened at the choice words bubbling
from the man seated in front of her. She leaned forward, glancing at the
dizzying array of knobs and gauges littering the control panel in front of
Cid. She turned her gaze on the side of his head.
What does that mean? she asked,
a feeling of dread sinking into her stomach. She absentmindedly wondered
if Red was right. Maybe this bucket of bolts really wouldnt make it.
She shook the thought from her head.
It means I just realized that I dont
know where to land this piece of crap, and we dont have enough fuel
to go circling around, he explained. He scratched his brow, squinting
into the wind to look for their destination.
So what? I cant even see where
were going to land.
He sighed. Its that gentle slope
on the horizon. He pointed, but it was to no avail. She didnt
know what she was looking for. Were about fifteen minutes to
the shore. We should make it, but
I dunno. We might not.
Tifa sat back in her seat, startled. What
do you mean, We might not? We have the fuel to get there, dont
we?
Cid tried a smile grin, but failed miserably.
I thought so. Mustve hit a harder head wind than I planned for.
Oh, well.
Oh, well? She resisted the urge
to smack him. You mean were gonna crash, or what?
Probably or what. We still can make it.
Trust me.
Tifa crossed her arms indignantly, silently
fuming. She should have thought of this. Leave it to Cid not to pack enough
gas to make it to their destination. It wasnt as if they could make
a pit stop or two on the way there. She glanced back at Vincent who merely
gave her half a shrug. He seemed not to care about their impeding doom, but
that was Vincent. She turned back to the horizon.
Her gaze searched the horizon, finally spotting
the tawny beach against the blue of the sea. It was so far away; theyd
never make it. If they didnt make it, Cloud would be forever lost.
They had to make it to the shore. Even if she had to swim until infinity
took her in its grasp, she would. It was too late to turn back because she
got a little wet. She couldnt afford to even think about not making
it to her destination. Cloud couldnt afford it.
The small slope got bigger and bigger in her
view until she could see the breaking point of the waves, white froth bubbling
from the dark blue depths. The plane started to descend at an alarming rate.
Damn, damn, damn, damn,
damn!
Tifa forced herself not to listen constant
stream of cursing from Cid, though it underlined even the sputtering of the
engines, a thrumming chant. The engines coughed, caught themselves and ran
smoothly.
Cid smiled smally in relief. The smile faded
quickly, as another alarm displayed itself on the controls.
*&#@!
What is it, now? Tifa demanded.
Landing gear seems to have jammed itself
but good. And were running on fumes, he added. Glancing at the
distance that remained to the shore and their rate of descent, he shrugged.
We probably wont need the gear.
What?!
He turned back to them. Were not
going to make it to the shore. Well hit the water first. It was nice
working with you guys. A real pleasure.
Tifa smacked his shoulder. You dumbass!
Did you know that this was gonna happen?
He shook his head. I recommend unbuckling
your seatbelts.
What are you talking about? Vincent
asked, leaning forward in his seat. I thought they were there to protect
you in crashes.
Well, depending on our angle when we
hit the water, we could end up flipping forward cause of the force.
You dont want to be strapped into the plane when that happens. It
aint fun. And watch the bubbles.
Youve done this? Tifa asked,
incredulously.
Sure. Lots o times. Any good pilot
can crash a plane.
Any bad one, too, Tifa muttered,
trying to quench the fear in her as the engines finally died down to nothing.
The water lapped hungrily below them, the waves jumping over each other as
though the waited for the plane to come play with them. The beach was not
far off, the deep blue mellowing out to a more sandy, lighter color as they
approached the shore.
This was it.
The plane hit the water, screeching metal filling
the air as though the entire plane was crying out in pain. Water sprayed
everywhere, drenching all of the plane and its occupants. Tifas heart
thundered in her throat as she felt herself falling forward, though the plane
still clung to her. And then they flipped into the water.
The world turned into a sickly blue shimmering
as bubbles and foam erupted in her vision. Her seat belt dug painfully into
her abdomen. She should have taken it off when Cid told her to. She fumbled
for the latch, her movements far too slow to be natural. The plane continued
to push through the water, blissfully unaware of her struggle.
Her lungs burned for oxygen, her head thrumming
in time with her heart. The seatbelt came undone, freeing her from this watery
prison. Which way was up?! The world seemed to be a monotonous blue, darkened
in every direction, the currents swirling around her as they conformed to
the planes force. All around her were the tiny crystalline sphere of
little bubbles, filling her vision with their countenance and her ears with
their whispering. The quiet was complete except for that whispering. It was
almost as though she was once again in the Lifestream, though the whispers
and giggles seemed to hold more pleasant secrets than the haunting demons
of that green lake. They told her things, and it suddenly became clearer
to her battled head.
Watch the bubbles.
They floated to the surface like they were
tiny nymphs coming up for breath after a bout of watery games. She followed
their lead, chasing after them and swimming from beneath the broken fuselage
of the plane. The wing clipped her leg, and the pain threatened to return
her to that panicking fear she had just overcome. She felt herself falling
from the promise of the surface.
But she couldnt lose. She had to get
there. Swim until infinity, remember, Tifa? she asked herself. Cloud
needs me now. I have to reach him. And so she swam the desperate paddle
of a oxygen-starved mind screaming for the sweetened breath of air to relieve
it from this slowly suffocating, wet hug.
Her face broke the surface of the water just
as she was about to relent and breathe in a mouthful of sea water. The salty
liquid sputtered from her gaping jaws as the sweet air entered her lungs.
She hungrily gulped it down, the homeless beggar finally eating a never-ending
feast of her favorite food. There didnt seem to be enough.
Water running from her soaked hair, she scanned
the lapping waters for any sign of her companions. There was none. Oh,
God
She pushed that thought from her mind, slowly paddling to the
shore, the cold water of the north already chilling her flesh.
Cid? Vincent! Only her own voice
echoed back to her. The waves pushed at her harmlessly, sending her to the
shores of the beach. Her feet touched muddy ground. She started walking.
Where are you?
There was no one. No gulls sailing through
the air, no cheering voices having fun at the beach. Where were they? Cid!
Vincent! Come on, dont leave me here! Her voice cracked as her
eyes frantically searched the surrounding serenity. I dont want
to be alone! Come back! No! She choked. Dont
leave
Silence reigned complete as she stumbled from
the water. She couldnt believe it. What cruel irony that she would
be the one to reach the shores alone and have to save her love alone after
all their confidence and her worry. Tifa felt something stinging her eyes
but could not discern if it was her salty tears or the salty chill surrounding
her. Their confidence couldnt save them.
As if to spite her, two figures burst through
the sleek surface of the water.
Cid coughed, choking on the water as he clung
to Vincent for support. His blond hair was matted with crimson over one side
of his brow. His breathing was sporadic, more like a shaky sputtering than
true respiration. Vincent merely glanced to Tifa as he pulled the other man
to the shore. Blood flowed from a cut along his cheekbone, but he seemed
to be relatively unhurt.
As they reached the beach, Cid stumbled and
fell, getting a face full of saltwater sand. He lay there on his stomach
for a moment, catching his breath, before he rolled over onto his back. He
had thought he was dead
again. But she wouldnt allow that, would
she? Never. She needed him. Damn her. His eyes found Tifas and
Vincents.
Perfect landing, he declared, following
his statement up with a bout of coughing.
Vincent frowned, holding out his good hand
to help the pilot to his feet. Why didnt you tell us you
couldnt swim? Damn.
Cid took a shaky breath, rubbing the cut on
his brow with a pained expression on his face. I can swim. I just
cant hold my breath. He brushed some wet sand from his coveralls.
Tifa looked relieved. I thought you two
were dead, she said, realizing how that meager statement couldnt
cover the panic she had felt.
My planes dead, Cid stated,
almost oblivious to Tifas mood. He looked at the remnants of it, slowly
sinking into the depths of the sea. Debris was scattered along the water,
already washing up on the shore. The sun sank behind them, casting long shadows
on the ships new grave. Well, seeming how youre sinking,
you werent a very good boat, either. I guess that means youre
just gay. He sketched a salute to the remains of his most loyal friend
as she dropped silently down to her final resting place.
He didnt turn back to Tifa and Vincent
for quite some time, one thought running repeatedly through his head. The
lake of death from Aeris dream, the lake of blood
it started
here. The first casualty was slowly leaving this world forever.
He couldnt find it in his heart to say
who was next.
So what do you want to do? Reeve
asked, glancing at the door. The three men well, two men and a toysaurus
hadnt quite figured out how this discovery, or thievery in
accordance to Reno, could lead to their ultimate escape from this prison.
Reno glanced at the five rounds left in the
magazine for what must have been the hundredth time that hour. There didnt
seem to be much to do other than look over his silvery, shining Smith &
Wesson 1056 which he had so recently recovered from the inside of a giant
stuffed mog. He shrugged. I dunno.
Cait Sith crossed his arms across his furry
chest, his face downcast and clouded over with anger. Were in
the same position as we used to be except now weve gotta gun. Any bright
ideas about how we should go about using it?
Well, you pull the trigger
The sarcasm is unappreciated, Reno,
Cait Sith declared, his tone unusually harsh for him. What we need
now is a way outta here, not your snappy remarks. Youll see how well
witticism worked when you get the chance to look in the mirror.
Jeez, Reno muttered.
Someones getting snippy over here.
Damn right Im getting snippy!
the cat snapped, jumping to his feet. Im tired of being cooped
up in here like some sort of chicken, my mog is slowly degenerating into
a state of total hollowness, Im hungry, and Im tired of hearing
your stupid comments!
Renos fan club is slowly deteriorating
into nothingness.
All three heads snapped to the door, forgetting
their own inner squabble when the red face of Heidegger and two grinning
guards filled their vision. The man was dressed in another garish green suit,
red and yellow military stripes decorating its lapel. His piggish eyes, encased
deeply inside his square face, glowed with mirth at his own wit. Reno slapped
his forehead with one hand, irritation displayed on his expression. Frowning,
his raised the handgun with his left.
Eat this, you commie bastards,
he growled. He fired the gun twice, taking down both of the guards flanking
Heidegger. Their smiles disappeared as the bullets drilled into their brains,
ripping through their skulls like a rock through the fragile layer of ice
upon a newly frozen pond. No sound emerged from their open mouths as they
both toppled to the floor, lifeless.
Heidegger squeaked an oath as he fled from
the room, ducking as Reno fired a shot after him. He tripped as he started
down the hall, grabbing the railing of the set of emergency stairs to steady
himself before climbing them. Reno frowned when the executive left the small
cell, standing up quickly to give him chase.
Get back here! he shouted, anger
clearly evident in his entire stature. He jumped over the corpses clogging
the doorway and into the hall, firing another shot after Heideggers
retreating form.
Reno! Reeve called, exiting the
room. The red-haired Turk was already down the hall, running up the steps
after the Shinra executive. Wait up! Damn. He glanced back in
the room. Cait, get your butt outta here and back to the Seventh Heaven.
Well catch you up.
The little cat was dubious as he pulled his
mog to its feet. What if I get caught again? he asked, hustling
to the door.
Reeve frowned. Just do as I say!
he snapped. He turned heel and ran to the stairs, taking them two by two.
The sound of one more shot echoed through the stairwell, reverberating off
of the cold steel walls. A muttered curse was barely audible over the clanging
of footsteps on the steps.
Reeves frown deepened considerably. Someone
was not happy, and Heidegger was going to feel the same way soon. Reeve turned
the corner of the steps, running up the next flight of stairs. Another curse.
Very soon.
Barret scratched the back of his head, staring
deeply at the scene in front of him. Two guards, both looking quite bored,
kept a taciturn vigil over the front doors of the Shinra building. It was
quiet, and only a few of the streets urchins and solicitors bothered
to even give the two guards a glance. Evidently, nothing was happening.
But it didnt feel right.
Something was up, even if the large man
didnt know exactly what. It was his gut feeling, derived from years
of running from the law and from the Shinra. It had saved his life and the
lives of others on countless occasions during which he had terrorized the
faithful followers of Shinra, Inc. It was nothing to be taken lightly.
Its too quiet, Elena whispered
softly. I dont like it.
Barret glanced back at her. Ya get that
feelin? He looked back to the ominous tower looming before them.
Well, somethings up.
Red XIII flicked his tail back and forth, watching
the main entrance with his keen eye. What do you want to do?
he asked. They have little defense for the company prestigious for
security. Theyve got to be hiding something.
Barret shrugged. But we cant just
sit here on our asses. Much as I hate that little fat ass, we oughtta see
him home.
And Reno, Elena added almost a
little too fervently. Rude and Yuffie exchanged knowing glances. Yuffie held
a hand to her mouth to cover up a giggle. What? Elena asked,
noticing the exchange. You got a problem? You can take it up with my
lawyer.
Yuffies response was to only giggle louder.
Barret stifled it with a glare as cold as nails and hard as a rock.
Nuf of that, he ordered. We aint gonna give
ourselves away cause some foo womans laughing her head
off.
Yuffie pouted, crossing her arms, offended.
Im not a foo woman, she declared, her
tone curt. She shifted from foot to foot impatiently when no one responded
to her. She uncrossed her arms, annoyed. Well, team leader, whatre
we gonna do? Sit here in the dark until the end of the world?
Barret glared at her but said nothing in response
to her. He tore his gaze from her and set it back on the building before
him, forcing his mind back to the task at hand. I guess well
just wait til something happens.
She planted her hands on her hips, raising
her eyebrows expectantly. And if nothing does? she asked, piqued.
Barret gaze remained glued on the top of the
tower. He nodded smally, his brown eyes narrowing considerably.
Somethings gonna happen, alright, he stated simply. I
can feel it. Its in the air. He stared morosely at the door.
Come on, we gotta Turk ta free.
Now, Reno, dont you think youre
being a little too hasty, here? Heidegger glanced around him, looking
for a way out of the situation but doubting he would find one. He raised
his hands, gulping as he looked down the barrel of the handgun.
Reno stood before him, his dark eyes glowing
with anger. Bruises around his jaw and cheekbone accentuated the foul mood
and rage that was barely evident on his stone cold face. Blood slowly dribbled
down the side of his head from the cut on his brow, leaving a crimson path
that was almost invisible beneath his cloak of red hair.
Why dont you put the gun down and
we can talk about this like civilized beings? You know man to man?
He swallowed, gulping a mouthful of air. You know, there must be something
you want from me. I can get you anything! Anything!
I dont want anything from you,
he said softly, his tone as empty as space yet as cold as the stars that
twinkled dimly at night. I hate you. With every beat of my heart, Im
reminded of you. With every throb of pain pulsing through my head, Im
reminded of every whack and every cheap shot you ever gave me, and Im
pissed off.
It was a simple misunderstanding!
Reno brought the gun up, re-aiming it and shifting
his grip. Misunderstanding? A misunderstanding. They only misunderstanding
there is, is your miscomprehension of what it means when you piss a Turk
off. I can give you a crash course. He stepped forward menacingly.
Heidegger stepped back, stumbling over his
feet as he walked out onto the balcony. The wind whipped relentlessly at
his face, biting at his hands and cheeks with the numbing teeth of cold.
Heidegger would gladly spend the rest of his life in this chill if it meant
staying out of Renos cold, angry scrutiny.
Reno stepped out after Heidegger, his aim neither
faltering nor wavering. His open suit jacket slapped at his sides, his red
hair flying around him like the reaching flames of a fiery sun. He was oblivious
to the fact that they were standing precariously close to the edge.
No where left to run, Heidegger,
he commented, glancing down the large tower to the lit streets below with
the ease of a man who knows no nervousness. I guess you lose.
No wait, Reno! Heidegger urged.
Dont shoot! I didnt do anything to you; it was Scarlet.
I can help you get her!
Reno frowned. Heidegger, theres
only one thing I hate more than a fat sheep dressed in wolfs clothing.
Thats a little lying weasel like you dressed in wolfs clothing.
Goodbye.
Reno!
The word cut through the bitter cold air like
a whip, a loud warning. Reno wasnt visibly shaken by the harsh tone,
nor was he entirely surprised to hear it. He turned his head slightly to
look at Reeve. Heidegger looked as though hed been saved by his guardian
angel.
Reeve, you gotta help me! Hes gone
mad! Heidegger stumbled precariously close to the edge, a blast of
wind hitting him hard. Hes a box of fruit loops!
Ah, shut up, Reno growled. He pulled
back on the trigger.
Heideggers heart thundered in his throat,
his breath catching as Renos finger pulled back on the trigger. God,
this is it, he thought, his fists clenching. Please be kind to me
in the after life. He steeled himself for the shot.
Click.
Even the howling of the wind seemed quiet
underneath the pounding of his heart. Im alive! Im alive!
He clutched as his chest, a grin coming to his face. Im
alive! he screamed. He jumped up and down merrily for joy.
Loser!
Would you shut your fat jowls?!
Reno demanded, rage breaking through his mask. In one solid motion, he brought
back his left hand and threw the gun at Heidegger, catching him off guard.
The gun whacked the executive in the head with a nasty crack, and Heidegger
fell backwards, his arms flailing.
No! Wait! He lost his footing and
fell from the edge of the balcony, his scream lost in the wicked wind. Reno
watched expressionless.
Reeve winced, coming forward to look over the
edge of the building. Barely visible in the dim lighting below on the streets
was a broken figure of a man surrounded in a widening pool of crimson. He
grimaced.
Remind me, Reno, to pay the street cleaners
extra? he asked, running a hand through his black hair.
Reno sat down on the ground, his knees buckling
and giving out beneath him. He held his head in his hands, shaking it slowly.
Oh, God, I cant believe I just did that, he declared. His
head pounded in time with his heartbeat as a wave of nausea swept over him.
He let himself fall back to cement floor. Damn. I loved that gun.
The light broke through the green canopy of
leaves, mottling the ground in brightness and in dark. Warm sunlight speckled
the floor and filled the forest with its warmth, a welcomed companion for
weary travelers. The chill of the North was warded away within the confines
of the greenery, for not even the coldest ice could penetrate the pleasant
peace that was the forests sovereign ruler.
But there was no sound.
No welcomed chirps filled their air, the birds
having left for some other place, a better place, long ago. No crickets,
no hum of insects buzzing through the shelter of leaves. No rustling of a
dull breeze stirring the mottled floor of the forest. It was deathly still,
as though that black floor of the woods was slowly choking the life. The
small rays of light were not strong enough nor numerous enough to save the
comforting noises that accompanied life.
It was a reflection of his soul.
Vincent Valentine stepped over a fallen log
which was untouched by the tiny creatures of the forest that gnawed at its
bark. His footfalls were soft on the mushy ground, as if the slightest sound,
made by man or animal, would disturb the dark silence that hung over the
forest like it would a graveyard. Even breathing could disturb it.
He wished that it didnt have to be like
this, but wishes were often wasted on wells and stars; and he had run out
of stars to wish on long ago. The silence was his solemnity; it couldnt
be broken by even the loudest noise or the most wicked discord. It couldnt
be shattered by anything short of the voice that he loved telling him that
everything would be all right. Everything wouldnt be all right, that
was a childs wish. Nothing could be all right. Not anymore.
He didnt know who was blame: her or himself.
Surely she couldnt be at fault. She had been tricked into doing that
by Hojo. She hadnt known what she had done. Or had she? What was it
he had told him before she had stepped from the edge and plummeted into the
falls? I can make my own decisions. Im not a child. No, she
wasnt a child. She was far from it. So, if she was at fault, why was
it so damn hard not to blame himself for her death? Had she been a coward,
or had he just been a failure?
He heaved a sigh, finding himself wishing once
again that it wasnt as it was. But it was. There was nothing he could
do about it. So what did he do? He blamed himself. Nothing more, nothing
less. There was no point to what he did. There was no logic behind it, no
ethics that could justify his actions. It didnt make him feel good,
it didnt make him satisfied, it didnt somehow just make everything
perfect. There was nothing that he could do that could do that. He did what
he could, and he didnt like it.
His eyes found the back of Cids head
as the pilot ducked underneath a low branch. He knew what it was like to
suddenly have all his dreams shattered like the flimsy crystal one could
find in any novelty shop. But he had had his dreams glued together slowly,
piece by piece. Vincent couldnt have that. There was no one left alive
who could repair that broken glass. It was destroyed forever, the fragments
tarnished and yellow with mold. That didnt make them any less important
or forgotten. The shards still cut him deeply, emerging from the darkest
places to slice through him in his dreams and nightmares. And he blamed himself
over and over for letting that crystal globe of hope shatter so easily, but
he didnt know who had dropped the glass onto the cold, hard surface
of reality. Maybe it had been him, maybe she had done it, or maybe it had
been broken by everything. Who really kept that spheroid in one piece for
all of life? No one Vincent knew had been able to retain that same crystal
dream they had had as children. Not Cloud, nor Tifa, nor Barret, nor Cid.
No one. But children were idealists who didnt know better than to dream.
For Vincent dreaming had lost its appeal long
ago. There was nothing for him now. He walked on in silence.
Reeves hand was poised over the telephone,
hovering above the receiver as though it were a beautiful flower which was
irresistible to pick but far too poisonous to touch. Indecision gripped him
like an iron shackle. The moment of truth was upon him. This could make or
break the Shinra corporation.
Just make the call, Reno mumbled,
his voice muffled by the cushions on the couch. He was sprawled on his stomach,
his head buried. He pushed himself up to look at Reeve though all he could
see was the back of the presidents head. You dont have
anything to lose. Do you actually think that the people in this company care
who runs it? All they want is their weekly wages and a lousy pension at their
retirement.
I dont know, Reeve said,
glancing back at Reno. How am I supposed to stop all this madness?
Renos head sunk back to the couch. You
cant. Restore order in your company, and thats it. Make the call,
say some fancy schlock to raise the hopes of the employees and go back to
your normal life. Get on the horn already.
Reeve smiled grimly as his hand tightened over
the receiver of the phone. He slowly brought it up to his ear, clearing his
throat. His shaking hand punched a button on the phone, the over system intercom.
A loud, monotonous tone reverberated through the entire building, halting
all actions, fighting and plain work.
Barret stopped firing his gun arm at the sound
of a clear tone which cut over the din. He halted all the fighting with a
simple raising of his other hand. All turned quiet as an overpowering voice
replaced the tone, quiet yet somehow authoritative.
Employees, resistance fighters.
Barret easily identified the voice as that of Reeve. He exchanged glances
with Red XIII.
Reeve aint a part of this, is
he? he asked. We aint fighting for crap, right?
Red XIII managed a small shrug that was more
of a bobbing of his head and chest as he was standing on his forefeet. I
dont know. We still need to free Reno.
Reeve cleared his throat. For all those
who have not yet been notified, Heidegger is dead. He met his unfortunate
demise as he lost his balance on a balcony, tumbled over the edge and plummeted
to the ground hundreds of feet below him. I cannot say that his was a great
loss, nor will I say that I will miss him without lying to you. I am now
in control of this company. There was a slight pause. And I must
say that I am ashamed of all of you.
Barret exchanged glances with Red again.
What the hell
?
I thought I could change this
corporation, Reeve continued. After looking at the progress of
this company in the last couple of days, I see that I am wrong. You cant
change the ethics of others. As my comrade-in-arms told me just a few minutes
ago, all the people of this world want is their pay. I could get up here
and call you all greedy little losers, and youd all come back for work
for your two gils worth. I cant change that; only you can. But
I am ashamed.
Heidegger and Scarlet were hardly the
best people in the world. Their ideals and motives speak less to the people
and more towards personal obligations like money and power. And yet you
didnt fight while their slowly sucked away your vitality and livelihood.
It makes me sad to see what kind of world were slowly creating by letting
the evil at heart rule us. This world may not be flawless, it might even
be a pit of slime molded together into some crude form, but I believe that
it is worth fighting for and worth preserving. I dont care what you
believe, but there are going to be some changes right here, right now. No
longer will we drag our hides into work for a piece of gold or a sheet of
paper. No longer will we go home silently, our voices lost in the fast-paced
chaos of the surrounding world. No longer will we let the tyranny rule our
lives and make our choices. If the people of this world cant be their
own, theyd be better dead.
Whats your point, old man?!
some employee shouted from down the corridor. Who gives a *&#@
bout this?
As though he could hear the comment, Reeve
continued on with his little tirade. My point is not to degrade you
nor to make you think that there isnt a piece of gil in the world that
hasnt been tarnished by evil. My point is that you sit here, day after
day, behind your desks or in the generators or in the laboratories letting
the man in the leather chair rule your working life. Not anymore. The changes
I am making will create a more democratic Shinra. I dont want to suffer
through another crisis like the one today. I dont want a group of
resistance fighters breaking their way into our facilities to rescue anyone
from the greasy hands of Shinra evil. There will never be another foible
like the ones we used to sport. The new Shinra is now.
The intercom system hung up with an audible
click, but the fighting did not resume. Barret looked back at the people
in his group before stepping from his hiding place. The new Shinra is
now, Barret thought as he exposed himself to the now friendly foes. I
hope ya can put yo money where yo mouth is, Reeve, cause if ya cant
then there aint no hope for yo train ever getting back ta its tracks.
Theyre coming.
Aeris turned from the open air window to look
back into the darkened room. There was nothing in the room that was alive,
nobody breathed a portion of the still air; she was talking to nobody tangible.
But it was there. It was everywhere.
She looked back out the window, her gaze skimming
over the edge of the forest that was barely visible behind the golden horizon
of long prairie grasses. She couldnt see the trio of people that rested
there, but she knew that they were indeed sitting on fallen logs and large
boulders on the edge of the wooded area. And he was with them.
She smiled. This would be easier than she had
originally intended.
Cid glanced at the blurry, black shape kissing
the sky along the horizon. He was barely able to suppress a shudder as an
overwhelming sense of dread came over him. The end was near. Why did it have
to be like this?
What is it? Tifa asked, her voice
drawing his attention from the large obelisk surrounded in a sea of gold.
He leaned back against the rock, stretching his legs out in front of him.
The Flayer, having been washed ashore from the remains of the Gay Boat,
was leaning at a gentle slope beside him.
Nothin, he replied. Just
got this feeling of being watched is all.
Oh. There was something there that
was left unsaid, but Tifa didnt press it. A sinking in her gut told
her that shed rather not know, but she was going to find out soon.
And she didnt like that feeling at all.
Did it work? Reeve asked, swiveling
in his chair to view the Turk on the couch behind him. He swallowed. There
was no sound permeating through the still office air, no resounding echo
of gunfire.
How am I supposed to know? Reno
muttered, though it seemed as though he was talking to the sofas cushions
rather than any person. Im not your employee.
Well, what did you think?
Reno rolled over onto his back, his gaze finding
Reeves. He sighed, breaking the look and staring up at the gray ceiling.
What I think is irrelevant, you do know that. You practically came
out and said it yourself. What was that? I dont care what you
believe?
Reeve chuckled. Thats not what
I meant, and you know it. That was something completely different. Im
asking for your opinion on what I said to them.
Oh, well, in that case, you sher talk
pwetty.
Reeve grinned although he wasnt sure
whether it was at the jest or the compliment. Reno broke out laughing, but
the chuckles morphed into a groan as he brought a hand up to his head. He
immediately sobered. Seriously, Reeve. You definitely have an eloquent
air about you. See, Ill be the politician, and you can be the poet.
You can write all my candidate speeches.
Thanks, Ill keep that in mind should
I ever get fired from my job here.
Yeah, youre gonna be in trouble
with this new democratic out look, huh? Be careful, you might end up as a
figurehead.
Nah. I was thinking more towards an executive
head, me, and heads for other portions of the company. You know, security.
I need a good security head, someone who know his way around the trade, someone
who knows where the weaknesses in this company lie.
What are you insinuating over there,
Reeve?
Oh, nothing. Im gonna need help,
old buddy, old pal.
Reno groaned, rolling back onto his stomach.
Let me think about it. Right now, I need about ten aspirins and a week
of sleep.
I can get some of that Restore Materia,
so you wont look, or feel for that matter, so banged up.
Ive had enough materia to last
me a life time.
You sure?
Positive. Absolutely positive.
Dont worry, Mog. Well get
your stuffing back and get you all sewn up again. Youll be as good
as new. Cait Sith hopped down the hall, glad that he and his mog were
finally on their way out of their prison and into freedom. And, from
Reeves exciting monologue, Cait Sith could tell that his master was
all right. He didnt know where Reno went. Come to think of it, he
didnt care where the Turk was. He wondered if he should feel guilty
for not caring or at least bad. Oh, well.
He trotted around the corner only to come face
to face with a big foot that nearly came crashing down on his toes.
Ahh! Cait Sith jumped back to avoid being trampled beneath the
large combat boots. He tripped over his mog and fell on his rear. Rubbing
it, he looked up at the man responsible for his misfortune. His eyes found
the glowering face of Barret Wallace.
Watch where youre going!
Cait Sith demanded, crossing his arms across his furry breast indignantly.
To think I almost became the tiny splotch on the bottom of your gigantic
shoe!
Huh? Cait Sith? Barret exchanged
a confused glance with Elena.
Arent you supposed to be in jail
or something? Elena asked, eyeing the small cat warily. Something was
up, and she didnt like not knowing what was happening.
Cait Sith shrugged, leaning back into his mog.
I broke outta that puke hole. Too sparse. I go for the blue suede shoes
and the chicks. Hey, baby, you come here often?
Elena rolled her eyes, sighing. Holster
it, cowboy. Kitties bore me.
Yuffie winced. Ooh. Shot down.
She glanced down the hall. Wheres the rest of the crew?
The cat shrugged again. I dunno. Reno
blew a fuse or two and shot down the hall after Heidegger. Reeve followed
him, left me here all by my lonesome. Some master, eh?
Did Reno kill Heidegger? Red XIII
asked, his tail twitching.
You wanna tell it to your gossip
circle? Cait Sith asked, though he left little time for an answer.
I dont know what happened. The only place that has access to
the over-system intercom would be the Presidents office. You can get
your story from the main man, the head cheese, el honcho, there.
Well, then, whatre we waiting
for? Elena asked. Lets go.
Yuffie grinned, nudging Rude in the ribs.
Shes really going for this, huh? All out an out there,
you know what I mean.
Rudes solemn face broke out in an
uncharacteristic smile. Shes adamant about recovering our lost
comrade.
A giggle escaped her lips as they started down
the hall. Whatever.
Reno nearly fell from the couch as the door
crashed open, the large wooden structure breaking from its hinges as it was
violently forced into the office. Barret Wallace, Reno noted with a frown,
was quick to follow the ruined door, a trail of his comrades following him.
There was that annoying little girl, and Cait Sith, and that red lion thing,
and Elena, and Rude
And Elena, and Rude?
The two Turks caused him to do a double-take
of the entire situation. The Turks must have been on the verge of hopelessness
if they had allied with AVALANCHE. Especially since Elena was almost undoubtedly
the new temporary leader of the Turks. She loathed AVALANCHE.
But all this thinking was irritating his headache.
It was a much nicer alternative to let others think right now. They didnt
need him. Whatever they thought was perfectly all right. He could just sit
on the couch in the corner of Reeves nice, big, air-conditioned office
and go to sleep. Much better than thinking, sleep. His head sunk into the
cushions.
Howdy ho, Cait Sith greeted, stepping
over the smashed door. Reeve didnt look up from his desk.
Hey. Bout time you showed up,
Reeve said. I had to do everything by myself. You think that was
easy?
Well, Mr.-High-and-Mighty, ya dont
want our help then next time we wont haul our asses outta bed ta get
ya, Barret growled. Da Turkll probly give us more appreciation
than that. Damn.
Wheres Reno? Elena asked,
glaring at Reeve. Dont tell me I wasted my time and effort on
nothing.
Reeve finally looked up to the group. Around
here somewhere Im sure.
Elenas face darkened. Her fingers itched
for the feel of her side arm. Dont play games with me, Reeve.
I am no longer in the mood. Where is he?
Reeve turned to the figure on the couch behind
him. Yo! Reno!
Go away, was the muffled reply.
But your fan club showed up. I guess
they didnt deteriorate into nothingness like Heidegger assumed.
Shuup. Bite me.
Reeve shrugged. Well, that was
inconsiderate. He turned back to Elena. He doesnt want
to talk to you. Hes had a bad day.
A bad year is more like it, Reno
amended, turning his head to one side. He stared at what he could see of
Elena from beneath his shock of red hair.
Elena walked around the desk to get a better
view of the form sprawled haphazardly on the couch. Did you kill Heidegger,
Reno? If you did, I dont know whether I should congratulate you or
shoot you.
Whatcha talkin bout?
Reno pushed his upper body off the sofa, shifting around to rest on his side.
Heidegger was our ticket to fixing this
Shinra mess. He couldve restored the old ways and saved us from working
with these AVALANCHE floozies. Reeve obviously aint gonna do it from
his little speech about reform.
Elena, what you just said was plain sad.
Unless you havent noticed, the old ways sucked, so, uh, you can go
away. He flopped back down into his former position.
Reno, thats not what I meant. This
new democratic way aint gonna work. We come back to Shinra, and well
have no say in anything. If Heidegger was still here, hed get us a
say. But you had to blow a fuse and kill him.
Reno sighed and shook his head. Youre
making my headache exceptionally bad. And I didnt kill Heidegger. He
had a nasty spill off the balcony. That first step was a doozy. And as for
your working arrangements, Reeve has given me a proposition which I will
think about.
So whatre you saying? That my presence
here wasnt even needed? Elena glowered. You mean that I
didnt have to drag my sorry ass into their Seventh Heaven to make an
alliance to spring you from the slam. Heideggers nasty spill. Yeah,
right.
#$%&, Barret growled, turning
around. What a waste of time. Im leaving.
Yeah. Bummer, Yuffie agreed as
she turned tail and waked out of the room followed shortly by Red XIII.
We shouldnt have underestimated
you, huh, Reno? Rude asked, barely stifling a yawn.
I said Id think of something,
he muttered. No one ever listens to me, though.
Thats exactly why you should take
this offer, Reeve interjected. Everyonell have to listen
to you.
Reno wanted to just sink into the sofa and
disappear. Oh, God, go away. Go away.
Tifa stared down into the crystalline waters
of the pool, searching its royal blue depths for any type of answers to her
problems. The water sparkled and gleamed, catching every minute bit of light
in the large cavern, dazzling the eye. It reflected only the light, no images
and no answers for her.
Do you see it? Cid asked, squinting
as he learned over the small pillars marking the pathway up to the pagoda.
She looked up to him.
What is it supposed to look like? I
havent seen it in a while you know. She turned her gaze back
to the shimmering surface of the pool.
I dunno. I never saw it, remember?
I imagine that its kinda like a crystal ball-type thing. He scratched
the back of his head. A glowing pebble maybe? @#$%, I dont
know.
It looks like normal materia, Vincent
offered. Sea green in color. It glows of its own accord. Look for a
source of all this glimmering.
Complete silence reigned over them like a
smothering blanket as they searched for the Holy Materia. The large walls
of the room, though they seemed like they would create any sort of echo,
only absorbed every sound, even their quiet breathing. It seemed as though
nothing could break that silence.
Is that it? Tifa asked, pointing
to a point near one of the pillars that seemed to be the source of a pale
glow.
Could be, Cid said. You know
the only way were going to find out, dont you? Someones
gonna have to go down there and check it.
Tifa frowned. How deep is it?
Uh
Ill get it, Vincent declared.
What?
Ill go and get the materia.
Before anyone could voice an objection, Vincent slipped into the water. He
dove down into the crystal waters, the blue liquid encasing him as though
he was in suspended animation. His movements were sure, yet they appeared
somehow dark against the pale green light. He was beneath the surface for
only a matter of seconds.
It was the longest group of seconds in Tifas
life.
Vincents hand closed over the green globe,
snuffing the light from the water. A portion of the light was extinguished
from the large room, turning the waters into a darker blue. Vincent broke
through the glassy surface. He grabbed onto the edge of one of the pillars,
his golden claw scraping against the marble. He held up a sea green orb in
his good hand.
This look like it, Tifa? he asked,
oblivious to the water running from his hair down his temples.
I guess so. She shrugged. Looks
familiar.
Cid turned around, the sudden feeling of a
mal presence tinkling the back of his mind. No one was standing there hidden
within the shadows. His brow furrowed as he searched every corner of the
room. Nobody was standing there though the feeling was too strong to be
unwarranted. Cid turned back to Tifa.
You ever get the feeling youre
being watched? he asked.
Ooh, very good.
Cid turned abruptly to the new voice, almost
slipping on a marble surface slick with water. Tifa grabbed his arm to steady
him as she turned to look at the new speaker. Vincent pulled himself from
the water, his hand tightening around the green globe.
Well, well, Aeris, we meet again,
Cid said, bringing the Flayer to bear. Maybe now I can finish what
I started.
What we started, my dear, and what you
wont be around to finish. Because Im going to. A malicious
smile peppered her features as her blue staff materialized within her hands.
But first I have to thank you for recovering the Holy Materia. My hair
always gets frizzled after it gets wet as such.
Well, youre not welcome,
Cid growled, his hands tightening over the haft of his spear until his knuckles
turned white. Dont let her have it, Aeris ordained, her voice
tight with anger. It is mine. Cids brow creased in confusion.
Wait a minute. What the hell you talkin bout?
Its time to talk back that which
was once mine.
Never, Vincent declared, his fist
clenching. Enough blood has been shed because of this materia. Too
many lives have died for your destroyer. Give it up, Aeris. Stop this
madness.
Aeris smile flickered before disappearing
all together. What do you know of my little project, Mr. Valentine?
Vincent frowned. It killed Lucrecia.
It brought these demons to my soul. It destroyed Aeris, and it will destroy
you. If you get this. If you dont, I may be able to have one night
of dreamless sleep.
It wont destroy me, she snapped.
Only one thing can, and once youre dead, that thing will be
mine.
Tifas gaze drifted between Vincent and
Cid. What are they talking about? she wondered hotly. She hated being
left in the dark, and she was more oblivious to the basic plot of this
project than she was to most things. She was so annoyed by her
lack of knowledge that she was fighting the urge to scream.
Would someone please tell me whats
going on? she asked, her words slow and articulate.
Ah, Tifa, so dense. Aeris sighed.
Its a wonder what Cloud ever saw in you. Past tense, you know.
Hes mine.
Tifas face clouded over with pure wrath.
You bitch. He loves me.
Loved. Aeris brought the staff
to bear in front of her, the blue outlining every curve of her face and
reflecting in her emerald eyes. A wind picked up to swirl about her, slapping
her dress across her heels and whipping her hair about her face. The light
withered away, and the shadows increased, claws outstretched and open towards
the trio.
Tifa swerved to escape decapitation as a set
of wicked talons whistled in the air inches from her head. She knocked one
of the creatures of the night away from her only to be met by another hideous
demon, red irises glowing like embers within the dark. They were everywhere,
and the more she killed, the more appeared.
Aeris smile returned to her flawless
features as she turned to the former Turk. You cant win, you
know, she stated simply. It wants to come to me; it needs to
come to me. It has a purpose, and that purpose lies with me. The quickest
way to get from one point to another is a straight line. Its much easier
to get from you to the Black Materia by letting me get it there. It knows
that; it wont let you live if you give your life to keep it from me.
You might as well let me have it and spare yourself the pain.
Shut up, Aeris. Ill never give
you this of my own free will. His claw clenched tightly as he felt
the hot anger boiling over within him. Not now. But the creature could feel
his distress; it wanted to help in its own twisted way. It wanted to be a
guardian over him and the materia. Sweat beaded on Vincents brow as
he attempted to push it away. Oh, God, but not now.
Pain enveloped him as he doubled over in a
display of unearthly crimson light. A scream escaped his lips which was soon
transformed into a roar as his bones snapped and skin stretched, and chaos
erupted from the inner peace which he had fought hard to retain. Wings open
and outspread as though they were ready to receive the sky, the demon threw
its head back and roared a second time, its prize clutched tightly within
one claw. It beat its wings with one purpose in mind. Protect the sphere,
protect itself. There was little else to do.
It rose in the air, calling upon the powers
of hell to destroy this foe. The ground erupted into the laughing and deformed
face of Death, a black mist pouring from the empty sockets and holes that
should have sported the eyes and mouth. The black encased everything, shadow
and flesh alike, before the skull shattered into a thousand piercing shards
that cut through skin as easy as it sliced the air.
Aeris Gainsborough stood through it all, unscathed.
You are foolish, Vincent, to let this
pathetic creature protect the materia. She shook her head sadly. One
would think youd know better by now. Your monsters are no match for
Hojos more dignified creations.
She hefted the electrifying blue staff, oblivious
to the decreasing amount of shadows she had left for her warriors. The head
of the staff, an icy sunburst, came to rest inches from the marble floor,
the breeze ignited once again to blow the two long locks of her hair from
her face. Her lips curved upward as she voiced a single word.
Petrify.
The creature howled as the eerie blue light
swirled along its feet leaving a dark blue smoke in its wake. Pain was the
only thing the creature could feel as its nerves were severed by the spell.
Numbed skin was soon turned to stone, flesh to granite, tendons and ligaments
to solid rock. The spell moved upward at an astonishing rate, but the creature
was helpless to resist it. It attempted to fly away, but the heavy rock of
its legs and feet weighed it down. Its red eyes flashed bright with an anger
reminiscent of the animal which has just been caught by a poacher but refuses
to give up the fight for its life; anger built from desperation.
The creature raised the materia high as though
to protect it from the spell weaving its way over its torso and wings. It
let out one more strangled cry as its head was cast into the hard stone.
Moments later, its last claw flashed as it was changed to stone and the blue
light disappeared. All turned quiet as the chaos was forced to peace. The
materia slipped from the creatures granite grasp.
It hit the marble floor with a resounding clang.
Cid turned from the shadows he was fighting
as the sound reached his ears. It was there, bouncing back towards the deep
waters of the pool. It is mine! Aeris shouted, her words harsh and
loud in his head. Get it!
Every single cell in his body was screaming
for him not to get within ten feet of that materia, but he found himself
moving towards it. Damn it, Aeris! Whats with this? Youre
a liar! No! But there was nothing he could do. He could scream inside
his own head or shout until his lungs burned, but he couldnt stop himself.
His feet were moving of their own accord. Or someone elses. The thought
curled his innards.
No! Aeris shouted, seeing his move
towards her prize. You wont get it that easily. You wont
destroy my work. She moved to the materia, the blue rod disintegrating
into the eerie green light. She came face to face with Cid.
Cid didnt know what to do. Or what Aeris
was going to do. He wanted to take the Flayer and stuff it up her butt sideways,
but he realized he no longer had it in his possession even though he
couldnt remember letting it go. He also wanted to get his ass out of
there, but he couldnt move. She wouldnt let him go.
You are clueless, arent you?
Aeris asked, a sneer on her face. Simply clueless. You have no idea
what youve gotten yourself into. She bent over and picked up
the Holy Materia.
It doesnt matter, Cid declared,
watching her every move. Whatever you do, you cant win. Ill
get to the others and help you repent for your crimes. The sentence is
death.
Thats not you talking, Cid,
Aeris commented. You used to be so sweet. Look what the White has done
to you. Its supposed to be good and grand, isnt it? But its
nothing without the dark and even less without the light.
Ill have them both.
The hell you will. She glanced
behind him, her eyes lighting up when she saw Tifa struggling with the shadow
spawn. Maybe you oughtta help Tifa there. Shes struggling with
my friends.
Cid wanted to look; he wanted to see what was
happening behind him, but he couldnt. Anger tightened his features
as his rage at Aeris and at this thing controlling him overcame him. He clenched
his teeth as he fought this thing. He wanted to look. He wanted to help.
Here, let me help you look, Cid,
she said, grasping his shoulder with one hand. Just turn around.
He grabbed her other hand, tightening his grasp around her frail wrist. She
did not let go of the small sphere of materia.
I dont want to see her, he
snarled. She is worth nothing; you are worth nothing. Give me
back my materia.
Her fingers tightened around the cloth of his
flight the jacket. Cool off. Her movements were fast and sure.
She broke his iron grasp with a flick of her wrist and a show of incredible
power. She threw him from the pillar they shared, a small smile flitting
across her features as he tumbled into the waters with a splash.
Lets go, she muttered, raising
her hands to the sky. The unearthly zephyr rose about her, encasing everything,
every shadow. Tifa let out a small scream as the light smothered her, choking
the wind from her lungs. It seemed like an eternity, but it was over in a
matter of seconds. The hall was empty, void of life.
Cid broke through the surface of the water,
water sputtering from his mouth. He choked, grabbing onto the edge of the
marble floor and pulling himself over it onto the steady ground. He coughed,
breathing heavily as he lay on the hard floor, the phony voice of Aeris ringing
through his head.
It is mine! How could you let it leave?!
How could you?! How could you?! You inconsiderate son of a bitch. How could
you do that to us? You let her have it. You let her go.
Shut up!
Only the silence answered him. There was no
life here. No one to respond, no one to offer a comment. The severity of
the situation suddenly hit him. If he was alone
Oh, God. He turned to the large,
rigid statue glowing with the reflections from the water. Shadows flickered
over the stone face of the creature that had so recently been alive and had
so recently been Vincent. The eyes were blank, never again to glow red with
their inner light. Cid fought the urge to be sick.
He stumbled to his feet, trying to block the
crying voice within his head. It was telling him to find its materia and
at the same time cursing him for letting the materia go. It was a lie, everything
was a lie. And where was Tifa? Where had she gone?
Pushing his companions from his mind, he lurched
to the door, dragging his feet. He was alone with a lie, a bloody figment
of his imagination. And Vincent was gone forever, and Tifa was gone, doomed
to torture by a sadist. As he stumbled out into the hall and back towards
a temporary freedom, he found himself green with envy, wishing for their
fates.
But wishes were wasted on lies.
It is I who have created this monster,
loosed upon the earth. He will kill us all, destroy the people of the world,
tear the ground until the Planets screams will be as abundant as the
blood spilling from its wounds. It is I who have done this, and it is I who
will be unable to stop this madness. As it often is, the man who is the beginning
will never live to see the end. The Planet has my regrets, my regards, and
my thanks for showing me the truth. I only hope that the Planet can forgive
me and my erring ways. I repent, but I will never be saved. Forgive me.
Reeve sighed as the tape clicked, coming to
its end. This was bad, very bad. The only man who could fix this grievous
error in judgement was dead. There was nothing he could do. He picked up
the phone on his desk.
Doloris, issue the order to demolish
the labs and everything there within. I dont want anything, even a
paperclip, to be left. Every file, every test tube, everything
destroyed, he ordered, fingering the tape. As an afterthought, he added,
And get me Reno on the horn.
He hung up the phone, leaning back in his chair.
What mess had he blundered upon by recovering this tape from the labs? What
mistake had been repeated by that fool Huiji? I thought this was over
with Sephiroths death, Reeve thought sadly. How wrong we all
are every time. What a bunch of fools. God, help us.
A low moan was barely audible over the voices
muttering and cursing within his head. It was a constant buzzing, always
with him now, always ready to insult and hurt, always ready to voice an insane
comment. But at most times it was as it was now. Words too low and too quick
to be discerned from one another, a mush of sentences and fragmented thoughts
all grouped together, talking in one voice, whispered in one wild rush.
He wished it would stop and leave him in peace.
Cloud?
He pushed one more voice from his thoughts,
a crazy smile gracing his lips. They thought they could fool him by using
her. They thought he would be that weak. Ha, ha, foolish voices. You think
youre gonna put me outta my misery by giving me the one thing in life
that can grant me happiness. I deserve no happiness. Let me be.
Cloud, wake up.
The pleading note in her voice
so real.
It was as though he could reach out and touch her pale skin, stroke her chocolate
hair, and stare so deeply into her perfectly round brown eyes. What would
he see by peering through the doors to her soul? Would he see his own love
and want reflected in her? Or would he see that pity he feared?
He was too scared to open his own eyes and
look.
Cloud, dont do this to me. I need
you. Come back.
Did she need him, or was that just a bunch
of pretty words made to be a lure to bring him back to her? Nobody had ever
told him that he was needed. No one had come to him begging for his return.
What did that mean?
Take a chance, you silly puppet. He
winced against the ferocity of the voice inside his head. Was it guiding
him or seeking to make him look foolish once more? Why was he forced with
so many decisions in life? Hadnt it already been proven that he
couldnt make a choice that was the right one? Was this voice just messing
with his head?
Dont leave me alone. Please, Cloud.
Please.
A weight fell over his chest, but at that moment
something was lifted from his heart. There was only one thing in this world
that felt so light and smelled so sweet. There was nothing that compared
to her very presence. It was the soft light that blessed the earth, her scent
was that of the morning dew, her hair silkier than the rose that kissed lovers.
It had to be her.
He slowly opened his eyes as if he were a dreamer
finally arousing from a thankless nightmare. He could only hope that this
was not another dream concocted by his sick mind, made to torture him by
shoving the shards of his shattered hopes deep into his heart, made to twist
and turn the jagged ends of his world of broken glass deeper and deeper into
his bleeding flesh. But this was too real for that, wasnt it?
His trembling hand stroked her head, running
over her soft hair. This was too real to be untrue. Even his mind wasnt
this cruel to him. Even his mind wouldnt think of all this horrors.
She had to be real. She just had to be.
She sobbed against his shoulder though whether
in sadness or in joy he did not know. What has she done to you,
Cloud? she whispered, her voice soft in his ear. Why does it
have to be like this? Every time. Every damn time.
The things that hurt us bring us closer
than shallow laughter and tear-felt joy will ever, he whispered softly,
though he could not recall if the words were his or another mans. She
drew a sharp breath against him. She sat back up, wiping the tears from her
eyes.
Oh, Cloud. Her arms wrapped around
him, cradling his head. Oh, Cloud.
How touching. They both turned
to the figure standing in the doorway, casting a long shadow in the room.
Emerald eyes flashed with mirth. How very deeply touching. Aeris
stalked into the small cavernous chamber. The reunion of two lonely
lovers. Her soft features hardened with anger. I think I may
lose my lunch.
Tifa sat back on her heels, her eyes narrowing
with barely controlled rage. You stay away from him, she ordered
though she had neither the ability nor the power to back up her threat, not
against Aeris, not against that.
Or youll do what? she snapped.
Hurt me? Id like to see you try.
Tifa snorted. Would you now? She
stood, pushing up imaginary sleeves on her shirt.
Going to protect your little dear, now,
are we? How pathetic. He does need protection. He is such a pathetic creature,
such a weak fool to need protection from a bar wench.
Cloud pushed himself into a sitting position,
the iron taste of dried blood gracing his lips. His throat was dry and rough,
his body aching, his bones screaming a bloody protest at such treatment.
He didnt feel the pain nor the aches, he didnt feel the anguish,
he felt incredibly angry. Dont call her a wench, he growled.
Shes not a wench.
Isnt she? All shes ever done
is lie to you. Over and over. She let you live that lie back in Kalm,
didnt she? She let you repeatedly suffer through your memories. She
let you wallow in your pain, so she could feel stronger, be better than she
really was. For if she is the muddy slime at the bottom of the food chain,
than you are nothing. You make her feel good because you are so pathetic.
Thats not true.
She tells you lies to keep you near.
No.
Ask her something to see the truth,
then.
Cloud bit his lower lip. There was so much
he wanted to know and even more that she couldnt tell him. He wanted
to answers as to why, but reasons like that were rarely known and never disclosed
to people like him. He wanted to know what the Planet had been thinking when
the fates made their decision to do this. She couldnt begin to answer
that. His eyes found her.
Did I kill him? he asked, fearing
the answer. The answer would seal his fate. Could he be trusted? Could he
ever trust himself?
Tifa didnt answer immediately, muddling
through what he meant. Did I kill him? Tifa wanted to blurt out that
he hadnt killed Cid, but something stopped her. Cid wasnt really
Cid anymore. But Cloud didnt really need to know that, did he? He
shouldnt have to worry about that, she thought.
You didnt kill him, Cloud,
she declared, her voice soft yet not lacking in force. Hes still
alive.
Aeris smiled wickedly. See how she tells
you things that have no value in truth. Look deeply into her eyes and tell
me she is as truthful as I. Look here for the evidence; look to me for the
truth. From somewhere hidden within the folds of her dress she produced
a pair of goggles that were far too familiar. She tossed them to Cloud who
let them hit the floor with a hollow thud.
Blood crusted and black with mud, they seemed
to be speak more to Aeris truth than to Tifas lies. Cloud stared
at them, feeling the cold bite of tears burning at his eyes. His throat
constricted as he fought the inevitable hurt. He tore his gaze from the
irreproachable evidence and looked to Tifa.
He had one question to ask her.
Why?
Tifa looked away, wanting to shout out to him
that Aeris was the one who was lying, that Cid had actually survived that
horrific night, but she found that she couldnt. Some inexplicable force
stopped her. Aeris smiled once before she left the room, walking away from
the torment they were both feeling as though they were worth nothing and
felt nothing. She glanced back to look into Clouds watery eyes.
Why?
Yuffie glanced at the contents of her bag once
in reassurance. Sitting there, tucked within the deeper nooks of the knapsack,
were her glittering treasures. Well, they werent really hers, but Cid
had said she could keep them, so shouldnt that mean that she could
keep all sixteen? Sure, it did.
She walked her motorcycle through the streets
of Midgar, strutting proudly away from her latest conquest and the old
teams latest failure. From what she had heard from Barret and the rest
of the guys, the stuff she now carried was Clouds. She grinned in triumph.
Had been Clouds, past tense. It was hers now. She had found it, stolen
or not, and it was hers.
She felt no remorse for swiping the lost
warriors junk. It was all well and good to her. The finders would keep
while the losers could weep. He probably didnt need it anyway. What
had Cid told her? Materia wouldnt help them where they were going.
Her grin widened. All the better for her.
She was through with the team, now. They
werent worth anything more to her than a handful of fools gold.
She knew it was cold; she knew it was very mean of her to think of them that
way, but it was the truth. Why lie to herself and to them? She knew they
knew the truth. Lying was so frivolous.
There would be no more goodbyes. Hell,
she hated saying goodbye. That was the worst part of meeting people; you
always had to say goodbye sooner or later. It was so much better when people
just walked away. Like she did. Simple, quick, no regrets. That was the way
that was the best. No regrets. She could live with it.
The blue sky stretched above the earth, a perfectly
flawless tone. It was as clear as crystal, as cloudless as the grass seas
were empty. No white fluffiness, no streaks of cotton decorating the blue.
It was as clear and as empty as he felt.
Cid was laying prone in the tall grass, watching
as the breeze flitted through the golden tresses, wishing he was any place
but there. The illusion of Aeris, his own stupid naivete, left him relatively
alone for now. She was only a small voice bottled up in the back of his mind,
whining that they were too close to lay here waiting for something to happen.
Cid didnt care though. She could rot back there. He was watching the
sky right now. She could wait. They all could wait.
This was all he needed right now. The warm
sunlight on his face, drying out the damp chill from his bones, a soft breeze
to whisper promises to his ears, no intrusions, no worries for once in his
life. He could sit here and stay for a spell. He closed his eyes. He needed
a soothing dream.
The light disappeared behind a cloud, the warmth
dissipating from his skin.
What the hell? he muttered, opening
his eyes and pushing himself into a sitting position. Hovering above him
was no cloud. It was large and man-made and startlingly familiar. Cid grinned.
I knew theyd get ya flying, baby, he declared, standing.
Highwinds a name that dont fail ya.
The Highwind set down softly on the
next hill like a majestic bird returning to its nest, hissing as its engines
cooled. A ladder was thrown over the edge of the deck, and little people
began exiting the ship. Cid started walking to them, striding confidently
down the slope and up the next. He didnt know what he was going to
tell them; he didnt care. Hed probably just blurt the story out
anyway. It didnt matter. They needed to find out, and if this was the
way theyd learn of it, then so be it.
Barret Wallace dropped down in front of the
pilot, his large feet easily trampling the prairie grasses. He wiped some
sweat from his brow, pursing his lips as he looked his rumpled companion
over. Weaponless, dirty, damp, Cid Highwind was not an impressive sight.
Barret, however, did not say a thing about the bedraggled appearance of the
pilot once he saw the look in those blue eyes. Haunted, hunted, lost.
He cleared his throat, opening his mouth to
say anything. Cid starting talking before he got the chance.
Vincents dead, turned to stone. Tifas gone, he said,
a simple statement that meant far more than the words would say. He stopped,
waiting for an insult, an accusation, anything.
Barret didnt know what to say. How could
you respond to something like that? He shuffled his feet, squinting in the
bright light as he looked away. Tifa was gone
and Vincent was dead.
Bummer. So, what do you want to do?
Cid shrugged, following the other mans
gaze into the distance. His brow furrowed. I dont know. Theres
not much we can do, you know. Except wait for her to do something.
Barret frowned. Let that bitch make her
move. Well get her, right? Jes you an me sending her back
to where da sun dont shine.
The pilot nodded absentmindedly. He hadnt
exactly expected this, but he was finding that most of the things he expected
were often wrong nowadays. Expectations were just that. You couldnt
depend on them. They were about as reliable as a blind mans judgements
of colors. Cid told himself that he should stop expecting anything. If you
didnt expect anything, you wouldnt be disappointed.
Six feet under, pal, he said, though
the comment was far from correct. The bloody waters were still there at the
edge of his vision ready to wash over them and drown them out. He squinted
as he looked far over the golden sea. There in the distance darkness was
creeping in like a thief ready to poach the unsuspectings chocobos
straight from the coop. Billowing blackness was ready to pour its fury down
upon the denizens of the earth, ready to come upon them as swiftly as that
crimson pool.
The storm was approaching on the horizon, coming
to obscure the bright blue hues of the crystalline sky with the unfathomable
dark of ominous cloud cover. All they could do was wait.
Cloud forced his bloodshot eyes to remain open
though they burned and begged him for sleep. He couldnt sleep here.
Not with her sitting across the room from him. Not with the liar just waiting
for his guard to be let down so she could wheedle her way back into his heart.
He would never be so stupid again. He would never let himself be hurt by
another again. It always came down to this. What was he to do?
Cloud, dont do this to yourself,
she said, her voice soft yet loud enough to echo through the spacious room.
Aeris is the one lying to you. I would never do anything to hurt you.
I
I
.
You what?! he snapped, his voice
bitter with the resentment wrought from years of repeated pain and suffering.
You love me? He laughed sharply. Nobody loves me. Nobody
cares that I get hurt and hurt and hurt. You think that I dont know
what people think. They look at me, and they say to themselves, What
a poor, poor guy. But do you think they actually care? His eyes
narrowed. Thats not care; thats pity, and I receive a helluva
lot more pity than I do care. And do you know whats sad? I repeatedly
mistook that pity for love.
Tifa shook her head. I love you. I do.
You do, he muttered.
Whats in love? A bed of roses and a box of chocolates. A bloody
holiday. He snorted. A pool of pain when those roses have wilted,
and the chocolates are gone, and the bloody holiday is little more than an
empty yesterday. I dont need that. Hell, Ive already got my fill
of wilted roses with cutting thorns. And Ive stuffed myself silly with
those damn chocolates. My stomach hurts, Tifa. And I think Ill take
the cake for a collection of beautiful empty yesterdays. I keep looking to
the future, you know? I looked so long and so hard that when I finally glance
back over my shoulder I find nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Its better than the hurt I feel
when I look back and see all the things I never said and all those moments
lost along my way, she said. I wish I could go back and change
something, anything, to make that pain go away. But its always there,
gnawing at my innards. Its always reminding me of a promise made beneath
the stars. Not the one that was spoken, but the one that we shared with each
other in our silence. The quiet vows that wed always be there for each
other. But were not, are we? She felt the tears stinging her
eyes. It makes me wonder if we ever will.
Cloud grimaced as he thought back to the gap
in his memory. He wasnt there for her when she needed him the most.
He wasnt there to help her recover from the pain of Sephiroths
betrayal and the hurt of her fathers death. He couldnt help her
physically or mentally because he wasnt there. He was never there.
He was the fleeting promise made between a mother and her son that they would
keep in touch as they slowly drifted apart. He was the promise he had made
with a friend a long time ago. If Im ever in trouble, come and rescue
me. Some rescue he had been. Abandonment. What had he done? Or hadnt
he done? He couldnt have kept that promise. Zack was gone, probably
dead. You cant keep a promise to someone you let die, could you?
Zack drowned
green drowning
Cloud closed his eyes tightly shut, trying to block away a parade of unwanted
memories. Five years he would give anything to forget. Five years in a green
hell, a haze of pain and feverish dreams of escape. What had they done to
him there? What had he let happen to the friend he promised to help whenever
they were in peril?
Cloud
Tifa murmured. He felt
her hands brush his cheek, but he could not recall seeing her move to him.
His eyes were closed too tightly for that. He felt the soft caress brush
away a wetness he could not recall crying. This couldnt be pity, could
it? Pity was felt from a distance, something that was played out like a child
visiting the zoo. Dont get too close. This was too close for pity.
Far too close. It had to be that other thing, the one true emotion he felt
but had never thought he received. Was this the thing she called
love?
He wrapped his arms around her, filling the
empty space in his heart with her presence. He was complete now, more so
than he had ever been before this time. He had never known that something,
that someone, could fill that hole in his soul so well as she. And as she
filled the emptiness brought about from years of being hurt and alone, a
sudden realization came over him. This was far better than anything Aeris
had to offer. The truth stung, and lies were so much easier. Was it selfish
to want to be with someone because it felt good, because it felt right? Lies
could be right, couldnt they? He chuckled in his thoughts. Look at
him, he was living proof. A lie so intricate and so fitting that it had become
the truth. Who needed truth when you could make your own?
What are you doing? The voice snapped
him from his reverie, making him pull back from Tifas warm embrace.
She was always doing this, always sneaking up on him. His eyes hardened as
they met with Aeris.
What does it look like Im doing?
he retorted, his voice hot with anger. He stood defiantly, standing against
Tifa shakily though with a grim determination. You can tell me all
the filthy truth you want. I think Ill stick to the lies. When youve
lived your life as a lie, I guess making your own truth just comes
naturally. A smirk lit his features. I like these lies.
He nodded, his shock of hair swaying with his head. I like them a
lot.
Aeris frowned. Lies are lies, regardless
of how much you like them. You cant dwell in illusions all your life,
Cloud. Once you start to stay there within them, youll see what I mean.
Shell show you things, and you wont be able to stop her because
youre just as blind to the truth as a bat is to the sun.
Cloud shrugged emphatically, making her grind
her teeth at his slow and deliberate indifference. At least Ill
be happy for a short while which is something more than what Ill be
with you.
Rage flashed cold in Aeris green eyes,
and her hand slapped across his face with a resounding whack. How dare
you!
Tifa wanted to rush forward to maim, beat,
and smash Aeris to a bloody pulp, but a force held her back. Snaking tendrils
of blue clutched at her hands and feet, holding her paralyzed to the spot.
Her brown eyes were hot with anger.
Cloud shook the ringing from his ears as he
turned back to Aeris, his jaw set. So this is what its like to
be loved, he said softly. I always needed to be needed, you know.
Needed to be beat on by the woman who always had a special place for me in
that blackened organ she called her heart.
The next few blows were quick and hard, strong
enough to knock the wind from his lungs. He doubled over as a well-calculated
punch rammed into his gut, bubbling pain in his stomach and abdomen. He wheezed
as he straightened up a bit in an attempt to regain his composure. His efforts
were met with a nasty uppercut. His teeth clacked together, blood pouring
from his mouth as they cut into the soft flesh of his lower lip. The force
sent him sprawling backwards until he hit the ground with a resounding thud.
He rolled onto his side, moving too slowly in his haze of pain. The iron
taste of blood choking him caused him to spit up a river of crimson as he
lay on his side. Fire erupted in his chest as Aeris foot caught him
right over his sternum, giving him the overpowering sensation that his heart
was dead in his body. He gasped for breath as another kick hooked into his
ribs. He couldnt breath.
He slowly slithered in the general direction
of Tifa, moving slowly through the red blur that ran over his vision. Somewhere
along the line, his older injuries had burst open to spill their rivers of
blood over the hard marble floor. He didnt know when; he didnt
care. Oblivion was already creeping up on him, a dark fuzz on the corners
of his sight.
He wondered if he had truly broken his promise
to Zack. Had Zack ever truly done anything to help him during that eternal
hell. He had been there, he had been a friend, but what else? Nothing. No
help in escape, no help in beating the people who sought to control him.
And where was Zack now? Dead? Chickening out when the going finally got tough?
Had he made a promise that was broken by an incorrigible craven?
Darkness washed over him like the cooling waves
of the sea. He didnt break a promise to Zack; he had made one to Tifa
instead. Love was more powerful than any friendship. It was the best kind.
And if what he thought now was a lie, than it would be just one more of his
truths. Just one more for his collection. Just one more for his love.
Reno rocked back on his heels, feeling as though
he had just received one of those nasty left jabs to his kidney. He didnt
know whether the blow was more mental or physical; Reeves profitable
request certainly knocked the wind out of him. He attempted to recover any
scrap of composure he had left, hoping that he didnt look like he felt.
He cleared his throat, pounding on his chest once.
Uh, okay, well, you caught me off guard
with that one, Reeve, he declared, a small nervous chuckle entering
his words. You wanna repeat that once more?
Reeve frowned, lightly tapping a pencil on
the hard wooden surface of his desk. You heard me right the first time,
Reno. Im re-hiring you and the rest of the Turks on that job. Go out
and find me the Black Materia.
Elenas frown was deeper than Reeves.
You want us to go back out there and risk our butts to get you that
damn thing? No way. No bloody way.
I think Im offering a square price
with you, but I can make it more if you want me
We dont want your gil, Reeve,
Elena snapped, cutting him off before he could finish the offer. That
materia is a curse. We dont want anything to do with it.
Reno glanced at Elena, his features darkening.
Who says? Maybe were gonna do this because its the right
thing to do. He looked back to Reeve, nodding slightly. Well
talk the job.
Now, wait just a damn minute here,
Reno! Elena ordered curtly. This thing almost got you killed.
You cant honestly say that youre going to do this because its
right. Its not right! This job plays out like a broken piano!
I know what this job means. Reno
frowned at her, his eyes cold behind his dark glasses. Were taking
it. You can do what you want; I dont care. Im going to find that
sucker and bring it back here before it can cause anymore havoc. He
turned his back to her. Who had it last?
Reno
Who had it last?! The ferocity
of his rage cut through all the background noise like a warm knife through
butter. He shook with anger, breathing slowly and surely as he tried to scrap
the last bits of his exterior cool. He leaned forward over Reeves desk,
looking at the man over the top edge of his sunglasses. Who was last
seen with the materia? he asked, his tone quiet and slow.
Reeve pointed the pencil to a small television
set which portrayed a freeze frame of a young girl amidst surrounding chaos,
a small glittering orb shining brightly in her hand. Reno glanced at it once
more. The scene was all too familiar. The laboratory.
Reeve couldnt resist a smile. Yuffie
Kisargi.
From somewhere within the confines of a small
room she had already begun to classify as a cell, water dripped constantly,
running across the white stone of the ceiling until the cohesion of the little
droplets was no longer powerful enough to hold it up, and it splattered into
a small pool on the floor. It was the only sound that permeating through
the air; it was the only thing that marked the passing of time. A small drip
to count off the minutes as they ticked by like the tick of a hand on the
old grandfather clock in her old house.
The dripping water reminded Tifa of the well.
She hadnt known how to tell him back then. She was so private with
her feelings after her mother had died; she didnt want to feel the
hurt that a broken heart could cause. How foolish she had been. Shattered
love hurt whether it was voiced or not, but how was one so young supposed
to say the words I love you?
Well, now she had, and he had let her come
so close to him. Not just physically, but he had let her come close to his
heart. She had glimpsed into his broken soul and tried to fill those holes
that bled his livelihood like the trickle of water from the ceiling. She
had looked and had not liked what she saw, but she could help him heal. Her
love could help him heal if only he let her remain that close to him.
She had no doubts that he would.
She just wished he would awaken now to share
this revelation with her.
Aeris is going to pay for this,
she whispered, running her hands through Clouds soft hair. She loved
how it bounced back into its place after her caress passed over it. She loved
its jagged edges and ferocious spikes. She loved how it represented a small
part of him that was still the little boy trying to be a hero and trying
to show how manly he was. He was a hero. He was her hero.
She lay down beside him, wrapping an arm around
his chest, ignoring the dirty, blood-crusted garments he wore. It didnt
matter. They were both dirty. She couldnt suppress a small giggle.
In the movies, the heroes never got dirty and the women they saved always
had unwrinkled dresses. Those stories never turned out to be true, but something
had happened between Cloud and she. Somewhere along the line he had saved
her. Not from mortal peril or from lifes cruel tricks, but from her
own loneliness. After Nibelheim it had threatened to consume her, to steal
her very life. It almost had. But he had been there, in her thoughts and
dreams, and finally in person to keep her from the edge. She couldnt
count the times she had sat upon the jagged cliffs of Midgar just wanting
to end it all with the one giant leap of faith which would let her finally
escape the despair of being alone in the world. But she could never bring
herself to end it all, and she found herself often looking up into the night
sky so reminiscent of the night he had made his promise and thinking that
every day he saved her was every day that he had kept his promise.
He had saved her mentally each and every night.
When she had found him, he saved her from her loneliness with the flash of
an understanding smile or a grin at a jest they shared over one of her drinks.
It wasnt the mutual companionship she shared with Barret. It was deeper
than that kind of care. God, had it taken her five years to realize that
it was love?
Cloud moaned softly, turning his head to face
her as he opened his beautiful blue eyes. She smiled softly as the pain that
was hidden deep within those cerulean orbs was lessened as he gazed deeply
within her. Her light fingers brushed away the blood running from the side
of his mouth.
You kept your promise, she whispered.
He had a right to know. She had known that that promise had hurt him deeply.
He always thought he had failed her. How could he ever think that? He was
the best thing that ever happened to her. You saved me.
Confusion glowed brightly within his shimmering
eyes. What are you talking about, Tifa? he asked, shaking his
head slowly. The pain returned to haunt his features, somehow pulling the
skin tight around his face, adding years to his complexion. I never
had the strength to save you, he muttered, tearing his gaze from hers.
He bit his lower lip.
weak, pathetic
never did have the
strength, did you
You dont know anything, Cloud,
she declared in response.
I know I
He took a deep breath
and groaned, physical pain bearing over the mental anguish.
She put a finger to his lips, silencing him.
Shh. I know. Her brown eyes found his once more. She wished she
could away his hurt. She wished he could have just a little peace of mind
for once in his grief-stricken life. She could give him some, couldnt
she? Nothing could compare to the power of love, right?
Leaning forward, feeling his breath hot on
her lips, she kissed him. He made no move to stop her, nor did he kiss her
back with a mimic of her fervor. She wasnt quite sure what that meant,
but she decided that it could mean nothing bad. She broke the kiss, making
a trail of smaller kisses, barely more than delicate caresses of her lips,
down his cheek and back to his ear. The cold metal of his earring bit into
her tongue as her mouth enveloped the soft flesh of his earlobe.
He shuddered against her.
It took her a moment to realize that it
wasnt out of pleasure or love, or even lust. His body wracked with
sobs, tears leaving a salty trail as they were squeezed out of the corners
of his eyes and down the side of his worn face. She pulled away from him,
wondering if she had done something wrong. If he didnt want this, if
he didnt love her, what kind of fool had she just made herself out
to be? How had she just destroyed the brittle nature of their relationship
she worked so hard to build? She resisted the temptation to go run to the
dark corner of the cell and just cry.
She rolled away from him, pulling her arm from
where it had lay across his chest. He caught her hand before she could fully
drag it from him, however. He sat up, finally meeting her watery gaze with
his own tear stained eyes. His lower lip trembled as he fought back about
sob. What could she possibly see in him? He was such a pathetic fool. And
what trap had she sprung for herself by following her love and finding him
here? Her death was awaiting her now. There was little that could prevent
that now. He wished so many things could be undone, but that past was etched
in stone. No truths could be made for that mistake.
Why did she have to love him?
He shook his head slowly. Just hold
me, he whispered, his voice cracking as he let go of her hand. She
didnt pull her fingers from his, instead squeezing them in reassurance.
She sat up as well, coming close to him once again. She wrapped her arms
around his body, pulling him into her warm embrace. He hugged her tightly
back, unable to stop the flow of tears from his eyes.
She kissed him once more on the forehead before
she started to rock him back and forth to the melody of a peaceful lullaby
they could only imagine. The only song they heard was that of the dripping
of the water from somewhere in the darkness. She swayed him slowly, her head
sinking low on his shoulder as his rested comfortably against hers. She swayed
until sleep claimed his weary body, slowly taking him away. She swayed until
his tears melted away in the peaceful slumber of a fatigued soul that had
finally come upon something that could mend its hurts and heal its wounds.
She swayed until once more her thoughts were her only company.
She felt the tears bite her eyes, but they
werent the same cold ones that had stung her eyes all those lonely
nights. She wasnt alone. Not anymore. The warm liquid running down
her pale cheeks was from joy. She had finally faced the truth of her feelings.
She had finally seen the truth of his. She leaned back onto the ground which
no longer seemed as hard or jagged, and she joined him as he slept within
the confines of her arms.
Aeris turned her back to the door, her heart
throbbing as she felt tears well up in her eyes. Why did Tifa always get
to love him? All she did was lie to him time and time again. It was more
than just the compulsive white lie that was often made to be a jest; it was
the lies that bound a man to a false fate, the controlling lies that
werent entirely untrue. How could he love her after all the lies
shed told?
Aeris frowned as she ran a fingernail across
the chipping stone of the windowsill. She flicked a piece of dirt out into
the air absentmindedly, watching the darkening skies off to the horizon.
How could she make him see the light of truth when Tifa wrapped her lies
about him like the black storm off in the distance? What could make him look
at the mirrors reflection instead of through it?
Her nails tightened around the sill until her
knuckles turned white. Right now she wanted something to snap. She wanted
something to fall into place like it should. Cloud was being too resilient
and the White Materia was out for its own gains even though it had no need
for anything of material value. Nothing was working right. She wondered if
killing Nygel had been such a good idea after all.
She shook her head to her thoughts. Nah. Killing
him was the one smart thing she had done in Midgar. Letting him live long
enough to stash the cloned Black Materia had been the one stupid thing she
had done. Maybe she should solve this problem like she had Nygels loyalty
problem. Killing Tifa would leave him only with her.
But, then again, if he had grown so attached
to Tifa, he would surely be lost and possibly very angry with her. No, that
wasnt the way to go. He had to see the light before she killed Tifa.
A smile lit her lips, a small twitching at the corners of her mouth. If he
saw the light, he could kill her. Then, if by some chance he regretted that
action, there would be no one to blame but himself. She could live happily
with that.
She turned to the small room. And as for the
nuisance White Materia
she had plans on how to take care of that. Plans
that would distract the small team of peons that sought to free Cloud and
Tifa from her clutches and possibly kill a couple of them in the process.
It wouldnt be a loss she would mourn.
Go, my child, she murmured, her
eyes locking with the cold serpentine gaze hidden within the shadows.
Wreak havoc on the denizens of the world. Show no mercy to them for
they are the foul beings who seek to destroy us. No harm will come to you,
borne of steel or man or from the Planet itself. And when you have plundered
as you wish and eaten your fill of mens charred flesh, recover the
power which was once ours. We will have our Promised Land.
The creature seemingly grinned cruelly, its
scales glittering as it stepped into the dim candlelight. Talons clicked
on the floor as it made its way to the window, stretching its wings to their
extent before folding them back together. Aeris rubbed its obsidian head,
marvelling at how perfect she had made her creation. Twisted together from
the very darkness that settled deeply within the hearts of men, it knew no
flaws. The anger and hatred, prejudice and greed, that claimed men knew no
flaws. It was those deep temptations, it was those horrific sins, it was
complete evil.
It jumped from the windowsill, sailing downward
until its wings caught an updraft onto which it could lazily soar. It grew
in size as it flew onto the deep horizons, swelling as he became closer to
the dark emotions from which it fed until it was no longer a small dragon
dwelling within the darkness. It was now a creature of destruction. The people
would feel its fury and bleed for its hunger.
It was headed straight for Boneville.
So what happened to the Gay
Boat? Red XIII asked, his lips twitching as he fought back a smile.
He knew it wouldnt make it. Too bad he hadnt made any bets. He
could be rich. Intellect over confidence.
Cid sighed, leaning back against the large
console of flight controls and stretching his feet out in front of him.
Its spread for about a mile over the ocean. It worked like the
charm I never had.
That well, huh?
Cid rubbed his eyes with his hands. Oh,
shut up. I got us here, didnt I?
Thats open for interpretation,
Jerry interjected, smiling smally as he looked down on his captain. Some
of the crew openly laughed.
Next time you can all pile into a ruddy,
ole piece o crap, and Ill take my baby, he declared, patting
the deck beneath him.
You will, will you?
You bet. Get your asses back to work.
Cid pushed himself from the deck on the Highwind, standing. Go
fix something.
Jerry glanced around the bridge of the ship.
Everythings working fine, now, thank you. Howre you?
Cid glowered at him. Find something to
do. If nothing needs fixin then Ill go an break something
for ya. Hows that for service?
Jerry glowered back. Pretty crappy if
you ask me. I think youre having an emotional reaction to the loss
of your Gay Boat.
Cid opened his mouth for a comeback, glancing
behind the pilot to the scenery beyond him. Glowing bright red on the horizon,
billowing black smoke into the air like a rabid chimney, was the remains
of Boneville. He pushed himself around Jerry, grabbing the controls of the
large ship.
Bonevilles burning! he shouted,
pulling everyone from their own thoughts. Skipping all the preflight checks
and routines, he gave the new and improved jet engines a cold start. Thankfully,
they cooperated with him for once in their lives and started smoothly, launching
the ship into the air and sending them flying towards the ruin.
The two love birds wake from their
mid-afternoon nap, Aeris commented, leaning back against the wall of
the cell. How sweet that they could share these last moments in their
stain-glass world together
Her tone grew hard. Because
Im about to shatter it with the cold indifference of reality.
Cloud stared at her, feeling the wrath growing
stronger within him. Every time he looked at her, he felt his anger and distaste
for her like bile crawling up the back of his throat. She hadnt taken
everything from him. He wouldnt let her take Tifa. Not now, not ever.
What do you want? he growled, careful
never to take his eyes from her. She was the snake that was settled quietly
in the tall grass, whose bite was harmless until you realized it was laced
with poison. He had had enough of her venomous words to last a lifetime.
He didnt want to hear them, he didnt want to feel their sting
anymore.
My dear Cloud, Ive already told
you what I want. I want you to wake up and smell the coffee. She jerked
her head in the direction of Tifa. She wants nothing more than to control
you with her lies. Why do you think she repeatedly tells them to you? You
love the lies, dont you? Why is that? Because theyre far less
painful than the truth. I can help you live with the truth, Cloud. You
dont always have to be her lying puppet.
Puppet
the word echoed through
his head with a fit of laughter.
i told you, silly puppet
didnt
i tell you
do you see the truth, puppet
or is proud cloud still
too proud to look?
Cloud ground his teeth in rage. Im
nobodys puppet, he snarled.
Aeris smiled weakly. Oh, yes, you are.
Your strings are just too tangled for you to realize that they are there.
Every single little lie shes told you binds you to her, and with every
single one of her lies you make your truth, you help her tie you down.
Youve been her puppet for an eternity, Cloud, because she couldnt
let you go. She needed to be a controlling force in your life. She is now.
Do you want to cut the strings?
Tifa frowned. Dont play your sick
little mind games with him, she ordered. He deserves more than
that.
Do he deserve to be more than your little
doll to wring and twist?
He isnt! she snapped. I
love him.
Aeris face quivered with barely contained
disgust. You love him, she repeated, twisting the words into
a mockery. Which do you love more? The way he makes you look at yourself
and see something more than a lost bar wench, or the power you can control
his very thoughts? Im really quite curious about this.
I bet you are, you bitch.
Aeris sighed, producing the small sea green
globe of materia. The Holy Materia. It pulsed brightly as she displayed its
power to them. It knew where it had to be for the balance. It knew its purpose.
It wants you, you know, she declared. It wants to be you
forever, Cloud. You are the reason it was created. Let it cut the controlling
strings. Take it and be your own. Nobodys puppet, Cloud. No more
strings.
He stared at the green sphere of power, uncertainty
digging its cold claws into his mind. Nobodys puppet
it was so
tempting. What would it be like to think for himself? What would it be like
to live in the light of truth instead of surrounded by lies? Was it worth
it?
take it, foolish puppet
youll
feel its power, its yours
its ours
to have and hold
and wield against ourselves
we can destroy it together
take it
and live in the dark
take it and conquer it, conquer the light
take it so the world can live in black
forever and always
take
it
His hand reached out to the materia, slowly
moving towards it as if it was a precious gem. He wasnt entirely sure
why he wanted to feel its sleek coldness enclosed in the palm of his hand.
He didnt want to live in the darkness his mind promised; he didnt
want to destroy the light. But something compelled him to grasp its sleekness.
His fingers closed around the small orb.
Aeris grinned as Clouds eyes widened
with the surge of power pounding through his veins. The light and the dark
her Destroyer was nearly completed. Of course, there were loose ends she
needed to take care of, first. She needed the White Materia so that the Black
and Holy would not totally ruin his mind in their quest to destroy each other.
And then there was Tifa. She could deal with that problem right now.
Kill her.
It loomed on the horizon, encased within the
destruction of Boneville. Fires raged around the creature though it was not
scorched by the heat of the flames nor choked by the dark blanket of smoke
which created a wreath about its head. It felt the White Materias presence
before it saw the ship coming up upon the horizon. It tilted its head back
and roared a challenge.
That bastard! Cid growled,
relinquishing the controls to Jerry as he moved to the front of the deck.
Thinks he can total a town and get away with it?
The creature was easily the size of the
Highwind, its scales glowing with the blaze burning around it. Blood
stained its pearly teeth a dark crimson as it ate its fill of the people
of Boneville. Snapped bones, some from the uncovered remains of a prehistoric
creature and some fresh from the bodies of the newly dead, littered the ground,
mixed in with the burning debris.
Open missile tubes one and two!
Cid ordered, grabbing the rail with an iron grasp. He raised one fist clenched
into the air. Fire!!!
Nothing happen. No action of friendly missiles
towards their foe. Cid turned to Jerry, deadly ire clear within his blue
gaze. Jerry swallowed.
We dont, ah, have any missiles,
sir, he stammered, a cringe slowly appearing on his face.
You *&$%#$@ waste of *&$%#$@
crap! What the hell do you mean we dont have any missiles?!
What kind of crew is this?! What do you want us to do?! Throw bloody rocks
at it?! He turned back to the dark dragon. Damn it!
The dark roared in response as though it was
laughing at them before wrenching a large metal beam from where it was lodged
in the ground. It tossed the beam at the Highwind like it was an
effortless action. Cid resisted the urge to duck as the beam sailed above
his head, narrowly missing the top of the ship.
Ha! You piece of crap! Your aim sucks!
He turned back to the people on his ship. I can throw better
than that with both my arms tied behind my back!
Red XIII feigned enthusiasm. Some feat
there, Cid.
The captain merely bowed to the red creature,
avoiding a piece of brick to the head. He turned back to the dragon.
Missed again! He broke down into sputtering laughter.
Cids laughter cut off sharply as a sickening
sensation came over him. He had felt it before at the Seventh Heaven that
night before. It was the imbalance of light and dark. He knew what it was
now. The voice inside his mind had told him. He grimaced as the dragon sprang
into the air, pumping its wings as it flew away from the carnage it had caused.
Turn the ship around, he ordered.
Go back to the city.
Barret stepped forward. Now wait jes
a minute here. We gotta stop that thing before it destroys something else.
No, we dont. He glanced back
to the city, obscure against the black background of clouds. We gotta
stop Aeris before she kills us all.
What?! Tifa demanded, immediately
standing and backing away from Cloud and Aeris. No!
Aeris sneered. You heard me, Cloud. Cut
the strings, sever those ties that bind you to her lies. Kill her.
Clouds chin quivered as the voices escalated
to shouting in his head. kill her
kill her
you cant
trust her
trust is death
kill
kill
He didnt
want to. He loved her. He couldnt kill the one he loved. Tears burned
in his eyes. Was it the only way he could free himself from being a puppet?
By killing his love?
Aeris turned and pulled the Ultima Weapon from
where she had carefully concealed it. She handed it to him, smiling in
satisfaction as he took the large sword from her hands. The glass globe fell
from his hands and shattered on the floor. It was like his own world, slowly
coming to pieces, breaking into smaller and smaller bits. It was like all
the lies he had listened to all his life. Was it time to trade his fiction
for fact, or was this all a lie as well?
Finish it, Cloud.
Water poured from his eyes. I
cant. His arms quivered as he tightened his grip over the familiar
hilt of the Ultima Weapon. The blade shown brightly, casting a halo of light
around Cloud as though he was the bright Angel of Death ready to unleash
his ire upon the selfish sinners of the world. I wont,
he whispered. It wasnt him slowly rounding on Tifa; it wasnt
him about to drive the sword through her like he had done with Cid. It
wasnt him
it wasnt.
Cloud, Tifa whispered, her eyes
locked on the wicked edge of the sword. Dont.
Cloud raised the sword slowly. Oh, God,
Tifa. His voice became laced with desperation. Run!
Run!
The sword came crashing down.
Aeris eyes gleamed with pleasure.
It clanged sharply against the hard stone floor,
jarring Clouds arms.
Tifa was gone, running. And running.
Ya still havent quite explained
whats going on. Barret grumbled as he trudged through the archway
that marked the entrance to the City of the Ancients.
Cid frowned as he picked a direction.
Youre guess is as good as mine, he declared, sliding down
a small incline that was built from loose rocks. It probably aint
good, though.
Hey, you seem to know somethin
the rest of us dont so spill it. Barrets eyes narrowed
as he stared at the back of the pilots head.
Cid turned around to meet Barrets gaze.
I dunno anything that I havent told you already. He started
walking again, rounding a corner.
A force caught him off-guard, knocking him
backwards. The force fell over him as he lost his balance and tumbled to
the ground. His head hit the ground with a crack. He grimaced. Im
gonna feel that in the morning, he thought, rubbing the back of his head
with one hand as he pushed himself into a sitting position under the heavy
body of a familiar person.
Tifa, what the hell
? Barret
muttered a few more choice words under his breath in confusion.
Whats going on here?
Tifa pulled herself from the entanglement of
limbs, standing shakily. As she gasped for breath, her heart pounded both
from the exertion of her muscles and from an undeniable fear. It wasnt
a cravens fear for her own life, but she felt the horror deeply for
what had happened to Cloud. What had Aeris done to make him do things against
his will?
Barret! We gotta help him, she
stated around her gasps.
Huh?
Cid stood, wiping himself free of dirt and
dust. He shook his head. Cloud, you idiot.
Barrets face tightened in anger, but
he ignored the comment. Where is he?
Tifa shook her head, glancing back down the
way she came. Hundreds of twists and turns and forks in the road made it
suddenly seem that much hopeless. I dont know. I wasnt
exactly leaving a trail of breadcrumbs.
Red XIII clicked his teeth together in thought.
I dont think we should move from here until we know where were
going, he declared, swinging his head around to look at Tifa.
Nah, that dont matter, Cid
said, starting to walk again. Tifa followed suit, the others at her heels.
Shell come to us when shes ready to play.
The moment of truth is upon us,
Aeris declared, wringing her hands in anticipation. You do know what
happens next, dont you, Cloud?
He didnt answer, his eyes blank as he
clutched the Ultima Weapon with a white-knuckled grasp. What had he done?
Why had he done that? There were no answers to his question just like there
hadnt been one to Aeris. The voices battling inside his head
was all he heard now, and they gave him no answers, only orders. Like Aeris
had. And he carried them out like any good soldier. Had he lost the ability
to question immoral orders, or had he actually wanted to play the part of
the puppet once more?
puppets with strings that are cut will make
more
they cant survive without the guiding light of another because
their will has been oppressed
because they are weak
wills matter
not in the world where strength rules all
wills are meaningless unless
they can be backed up
silly puppet has no strength
except his
pride
Go away, he muttered, dropping
the hilt of the Ultima Weapon as he clutched at his head. The arguing voices
inside his head began to scream at each other, spiting each other at every
turn of their disagreement. There was nothing on which they could agree.
Absolutely nothing. And their screaming and shouting and hissing and fighting
was threatening to rip again his mind.
He would do anything to make them stop. Go
away, he murmured though they would not heed any of his words. Go
away, go away
leave me alone.
Aeris feigned sympathy. Poor Cloud. Do
you enjoy long, satisfying chats with your psyche, or is this just a passing
phase?
Cloud scowled. I hate you, he declared,
clenching his teeth with his barely contained rage. He wished he could just
take the large sword sitting by his side and just kill her with it. One,
easy stab. But he couldnt. The reason he couldnt was another
one of those questions with no answers. He wanted to; he just couldnt.
Why?
Aeris eyes flashed with anger. Make
sense, Cloud. Why what? Why do you hate me? She smiled
wickedly. Or why you cant defy me? He glowered at her ability
to read what he was thinking. Oh, thats it, huh? You cant
kill me, Cloud, because I am the world to you. Without me, you are
nothing. She paused. And you know that, too.
Cloud took a deep breath, standing up, his
sword in hand. Then Ill be laughing my head off when youre
burning in Hell.
I doubt it.
He bit his lower lip, sweat beading on his
brow in concentration. He tried to raise the sword up so he could somehow
attack Aeris. He wanted to. He knew, and they knew it. But they wouldnt
let him.
dont kill her
we need her
we dont want to be puppets
puppets
His eyes narrowed at their words. Dont
want to be a puppet, huh? He sneered angrily. Neither do I.
His rage broke their control for a second during
which he swung the sword wildly at Aeris with one thought in mind: kill.
Aeris stumbled back as the fine point of the
Ultima Weapon sliced along her face. The wound burned, and she let a small
yelp of pain. Her hand touched her cheek where blood was now flowing freely
from a long gash along it. She smeared the crimson stickiness on her fingertips,
frowning as she looked back to Cloud.
You are unpredictable, arent you,
Cloud? she asked, seemingly indifferent to the situation. Oh,
well, we can fix that.
You arent going to fix anything,
Aeris. Cloud is perfect the way he is.
Aeris turned slowly, slightly surprised to
see that Tifa had brought along a few more of her friends. And the
White Materia. This was too easy. Her eyes glowed with mirth. Him?
Perfect? Oh, dont make me laugh. Hes about as perfect as a one-winged
angel.
Perfect to me, she growled.
Aeris shrugged. You want him? You can
take him home. She leaned forward conspiratorially. Hes
a little crazy. Go easy on him, huh? She looked back to Cloud. Go
on, go home to your Tifa.
Cloud looked around tentatively, expecting
some sort of a trick. She wouldnt let him go. She loved
him far too much to let him escape with her adversary. Escape by himself,
so she could reward him with a whack for his ingenuity, that she would allow.
But never this. It had to be a trick.
Tifa was thinking the same thing. What
do you mean? she asked. You wouldnt want your favorite
prize to slip through your fingers like that. What do you have planned?
Aeris shrugged. Oh, nothing. Just plain
curiosity. I was just wondering how he would react when he saw his new best
friend. Say hello to Cid Highwind, Cloud. He has something you dont
want.
Clouds eyes scanned the small group huddled
near the door of the room. They finally locked on Cids, blue on blue.
They stared into each others eyes for what seemed like an eternity.
Clouds mind screamed for him to do something.
kill him
the puppets master
kill him
the one controller
hell take us, break us, make us his
toy
kill him before he kills our will
cut the strings
puppet
puppet
All Cloud felt, however, was an indescribable
rage, coursing through his body like the blood in his veins. He had only
felt this anger once before at the Final Dungeon when he had been fighting
with him. When he had faced him alone on the tiny plane, the puppet
against the master. He didnt know the truth value of that statement;
he didnt even know if he had been real or just some figment created
by his imagination because his mind needed a sense of closure. It didnt
matter. It was happening again. He wouldnt let it.
A red halo shone around him, lighting all corners
of the room with an incandescent glow. The crimson light disappeared in a
flash of pure white, a color that seemed to lull the room into peace. It
was cut by a war cry erupting from Clouds mouth. The world was shocked
back into reality as the Ultima Weapon sliced through the air quickly and
accurately, an indistinct blur of white and green.
But not one blow actually hit its mark.
Cloud growled an oath in increasing anger,
jumping up into the air to slice down into this unbeatable foe. His sword
raised high, he started for the killing blow, wanting more than anything
for the stings to be cut. With this death they would be cut. Silence blanketed
him as he descended upon the puppet master. With this cut, he would be free.
Cid watched Cloud attack him dispassionately.
Funny how it hurt so much the first time Cloud betrayed him and how he was
doing nothing this time but turning the other cheek. It wasnt really
Cloud this time. It was a man torn between light and darkness. It was a man
who needed something to sew the halves of him back together as one. He knew
what would be the thread. He knew what would be the needle.
Cloud rose high in the air with what would
be the killing blow. The arc of the Ultima Weapon never touched him, never
scratched his flesh, never drew any blood, but he felt his life leave him
as the pure white light returned to banish the darkness from the room.
One final whisper from the light of the Planet
filled his head. Im sorry.
He slowly shook his head, the blinding light
filling his vision. No, youre not.
The white faded to black.
Cloud dropped the Ultima Weapon, holding his
hands about him as though he could feel the light like it was something tangible,
something palpable. The tendrils wrapped around him with soothing care, so
different from the yanking clutches of the Lifestream as it had ripped his
mind apart.
Now his mind was being pieced together.
No voices. No screaming Planet to fill his
ears with its throes of pain. No soft whispers that spoke to him and told
him things hed rather not hear. No thoughts intruding on his own. Only
blessed silence. And a dim purpose.
So this was what it was like to be a puppet.
The light faded, the darkness coming back to
creep into the corners of the room, a dismal presence. But, even in the dark,
everything was suddenly clear. The lies which had been told to him were banish
from his mind, leaving him to coldly pick the truth. Not his truth, not something
he had made to relieve himself of blame. The Planets truth. He looked,
and he saw, and he knew what needed to be done.
He picked up the Ultima Weapon, ignoring the
unmoving body of Cid Highwind. It was cold, he knew. But puppets couldnt
have feelings simply because they were being used. When you were being used,
you didnt think for yourself, and you had no regrets. No regrets.
Feeling the comfortable presence of his weapon
in his hands, he turned from the group watching shocked from the door. His
eyes found the two emerald orbs that stood defiantly against him. A smile
lit her lips.
Find the Promised Land for me,
she whispered, her voice shaking with only one emotion. Fear.
Cloud shook his head slowly. You cant
find it, he declared, a chuckle in his voice. Not in life. I
can get you there. I can let you dwell within it for an eternity. Do you
want to find it? His blue eyes glowed coldly. Do you want to
die?
Aeris took a step back, but she couldnt
run from him. There was nowhere she could go that would make her far enough
away from him. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. His purpose was
clear. He would give her what she asked. He would give her the Promised Land.
She steeled herself for what was coming.
The darkness crept up on her, twining around
her body, stealing her heat with its cold void. She felt tears streaming
down her eyes as the cold approached her head. It wasnt supposed
to be like this, she cried, her tone quivering.
Cloud shook his head slowly. Nothing
ever is.
The black engulfed her entire body, an oppressive
tyrant that crushed her very livelihood. Her scream was silent as her soul
was leached away from her, her warmth and light being sapped by the darkness,
her mind slowly destroyed. The dark was broken by the light.
A holy explosion rocked the darkness, ripping
apart her body as the black had her soul. It filled the whole room, far to
bright to be looked at directly. The people watching Clouds destruction
shielded their eyes from it, looking away as though it was a bright star
shining within a curtain or forever black. Cloud looked at it, satisfied
that a part of his job was completed.
The light melted away, giving passage to the
normal light and darkness of the room. Lightning illuminated the room in
a blinding flash, casting a dark silhouette along his impassive face. Rain
scoured the earth in an unnatural thrum, the clouds anger released
in a torrent of destructive power.
The heavens shook with rage, for, borne of
the flesh of man and the blood of the Planet, the Destroyer had been forged
to unleash his power and wreak havoc on the world.
The Destroyer had been created, and the Planet
trembled in fear.