Summary: Gabryelle Alandria Rose wasn't the most normal of people to roam Gaia. Her father was an abusive man, and he loved to attack his two children. One day, he ended up killing his son, Christian Eric Rose, and that drove his daughter to murder him. When word of this murder got out, the Turks were assigned to find this Gabryelle, and bring her back to ShinRa headquarters to become a Turk herself.

Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII, its characters, and ideas are © to Square Enix. Gabryelle and her story are mine.

A/N: Each part starts off with one of Gabryelle's memories having to do with her brother.

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"Gab?"

"Shh." The gray-eyed girl placed her hand over her younger brother's mouth and put one finger against her own lips. She then turned her eyes to the door of the closet they were currently hiding in.

The sound of footsteps came up the stairs outside the small house they lived in, and the door banged open.

"Gabryelle!" A man's voice shouted out, drunkenly, "Where's your brother?"

The girl grabbed her brother and held him close as she closed her eyes tightly.

"Oh, hello darling. Have a nice time?"

"Where's Christian?"

"I don't know, dear." Soft footsteps left the room.

There was a loud crash, and then everything went silent.

The girl opened her eyes, and stared up at the ceiling of her apartment. She held her breath for the moment it took her to realize she had only been dreaming. She let out a sigh, and raked a hand through her short black hair.

She turned her head and looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand next to her head. The red numbers said it was only three in the AM. She groaned, rolled onto her side, and closed her eyes again.

A soft breeze from the broken window passed over her lithe form on the bed, making her pull the sheet she was using closer to her chin. She snuggled down into the thin material, and gritted her teeth against the cold.

After a couple minutes of just laying there, trying to stay warm, she opened her eyes and cursed under her breath. She sat up, and threw the sheet to the floor. She looked over at the window, and glared so angrily, that if looks could harm, the window would've exploded into so many pieces. That wouldn't help her situation, though, now would it?

She bent over and rubbed at her face with her hands, then she sat bolt upright again when she heard soft footsteps outside. She glanced at the door.

She slowly knelt down next to the bed and slid her hand underneath to get to her sword. Her eyes never strayed from the door as she did so. She felt the hilt under her fingertips, and right as she grabbed it, she heard someone stop outside the door to her room.

She heard voices, but they were too low for her to understand. Then the door opened. She flung her sword out from under the bed, and heard the sheath slide off the blade then connect with skin. The person who got hit cursed loudly, and took his sunglasses off to see if they were alright. The blade stopped right under a redhead's chin. Said redhead grinned down at her, and held up his hands.

"Yo."

She pressed the blade into the skin of the redhead's throat and glared up at him. "Who are you?"

"You're a frisky little girl, ain't ya?"

"I'm not a little girl!" She pressed the blade in a little further.

The redhead grinned and glanced over his shoulder at his partner. "Cute, ain't she, Rude?" He looked back at her, and slowly lowered his hands, "We're not here to hurt you."

His partner nodded slowly, as he put his sunglasses back on.

"Then why are you here?" She didn't move the sword from its place, still wary of the two men.

"You're Gabryelle Alandria Rose?"

Her eyes widened just slightly. "What of it?"

The one called Rude stepped forward, "We're from ShinRa's Department of Administrative Research. We were assigned to find you."

"That name is too fuckin' long, yo," the redhead whined.

His partner sighed, "Fine. Turks."

She raised both eyebrows, "Turks?" Her sword wavered slightly.

"At your service." The redhead grinned.

Gabryelle slowly lowered her sword, but still held it at the ready if either of them was going to attack. She stood up, her eye on the redhead at all times. He just kept right on grinning at her. She grimaced at him, then said softly, "You know my name, so what's yours?"

"Reno." The redhead said, his hand flying into his pant's pocket. Gabryelle held her sword under his chin again, and glared at him. He smirked as he pulled out a lighter and a cigarette, which he placed between his lips, "And my partner's name's Rude." He flicked his lighter open, and lit his cigarette. The lighter clicked closed, and was put back in his pocket.

"Now, why don't you lower your sword like a good little girl, and come with us?"

She swung her sword, and stopped it right next to Reno's neck, "Why should I?"

Reno turned his head and eyed the blade closely, then he glanced at Gabryelle as he ran a finger along the edge of the sword. "You're good with a sword, yo." He glanced at Rude, "Remind you of Cloud? Shit."

Rude smirked at his partner as Gabryelle pressed her sword into his neck hard enough to draw some blood.

The redhead sighed, "C'mon, kid. We were ordered to bring you in, no matter what. Just be cooperative, please?" He raised an eyebrow, "And as I see it, you have nowhere to go. What's stoppin' you from comin' with us? We're not gonna hurt ya."

"How do I know I can trust you?"

"You don't—"

"We were ordered to take you back with us, not harm you. And the boss only wants to speak with you."

"Why?" She glanced at Rude. "I'm nothing special."