Aerith sat up and scrached her head noting the soft curls and the messy
tangles that she encountered with her slender fingers.
She finnaly looked at her surroundings. A red quilt on her sturdy bed of wood. The night stand with a plain lamp on it. She sighed as she obsevered the bland chalky white walls, on it hung some pictures, blurrly due to her still waking eyes. The objects on the night stand looked personal. A ring (man's) a poast card (she dared not read it, and invade ones privacy.) a book and a fountian pen. It obvously was a room that belong to some one as their own personal room.
The door on the opposite wall creacked opened. A dark brown head, wrapped in some kind of cloth leered around the edge of the door.
Not fully awake yet, Aerith felt threatened nd groped the night stand for any kind of wepon avalible. She quickly came upon the gun and swiftly reaised it to eye level aiming it at the unrecignizabnle figure in the threashhold of the doorway.
"I see you have found the gun, thought you might need protection, but not from me?!" The male voice said.
Aerith gave a sigh of relif and dropped the gun into her quilt drapped lap. "Sorry..." she apologized "Didn't recignize you, Vincent."
He sat on the edge of the bed and pointed at her stomoch "You okay?" he inquired.
As is the question triggered some kind of nerve an intense pain shot through out her entire body, this was the first pain she had felt form the wound all day. She lifted her shirt part way to reveal the neatly and carefully wrapped bandages.
"Thanks" she febelly smiled "For saving me." She frowed remembering the events from the night before.
The flashback drifted back to her displayed in a scary kind of almost realisticness. She heared his voice faintly in the background "You put up quite a fight!" he was saying.
Aerith ran, ran from Hojo, ran from pain, Ran form evil, doubt, suffering and crulty, along the filthy streets of the sector seven slums. She doged cunily in to the allyway, to bad it was the wtong ally way to run into on that particular night. There it was, lost hope, a dead end, a brick wall, void of any chance of escape.
The deep purple colured car swerved around the bend screeching to a halt at the mouth of the allyway.
A woman with cropped silver hair and a skin tight black matalic jump suit exited the car. " Come on, little girl, I gottcha now!" she snarled.
Aerith managed to studder, sotto voce, "No, actually, I believe you dont." Aerith hissed back. The plan played out perfectly in her head. Aerith lifted the heavy nearby metal trashcan with much difficulty and hurled it at the woman, Tsanda, knocking off of her feet and sending her to the ground.
Tsanda stood up and brushed her self off. She then proceded to produce a set of brass knuckles with razor sharp claws attached to them.
Aerith had not suspected this to happen, Tsanda look virtualy unarmed. Tsanda took a swing at Aerith, witch she managed to to skillfully duck barly missing the razor sharp ckaws.
She, in turn, hardily kick Tsanda in the shins witch again sent he to the ground.
Things were suprisingly looking up for her, untill when falling Tsanda managed to scrape the claws down Aerith's arm. She cried out in pain and as the claws dung in to her perfect porcalin skin. She shricked in pain and cluched her arm instictivly.
She ducked another swing and winced in pain as she squeezed her arm, she tried not to look at the blood that trailed down her arm and on to the dirt below leaving a bloody pool at her feet.
A shadowy figure appered in the enterance to the allyway "Great Tsanda has a friend!" she thought. But she should have not taken that moment to think aabout that, for Tsanda took this golden oppertunity to take a powerful slash at Aerith stomoch.
The man slowly swaggered twords them, or so it seemed slow to Aerith as she thought this was the (2ed) end of her days "Oh gosh, I dont want ot be dead agian, it is so boring..." she thought. "Now I am done for." Aerith prepared to die, saddly.
A shot rang out, it grazed Tsanda's arm, but still drew blood. The next one hit her square in the stomoch. "Bulls eye, success." he mutter half grinning.
Tsanda's body fell to the ground lifeless, and crumpled.
Aerith rised painfully and lifted her eyes to see who was the person who had saved her.
It was Vincent.
She smiled gunuinly, yet weakly. And ran in to his arms, shortly before fainting.
Now here she was.
"You okay?" Vincent asked pressing his hand to her forehead.
"Fine." she lied and fained a smile. "Just... thinking." She leaned back onto the pillow.
Vincent nodded gravly. "I have to go now, I am exoecting company. They will be coming to see you soon. Don't get up, not that you can." and with that he left the room.
Aerith sighed and closed her eyes weary and filled with intanse pain from the wound in her stomoch.
(i will write more later for you guys and hope to add more chapters! Condy for all of the reviewers. please review it is what keeps me going!!! Thnx!)
She finnaly looked at her surroundings. A red quilt on her sturdy bed of wood. The night stand with a plain lamp on it. She sighed as she obsevered the bland chalky white walls, on it hung some pictures, blurrly due to her still waking eyes. The objects on the night stand looked personal. A ring (man's) a poast card (she dared not read it, and invade ones privacy.) a book and a fountian pen. It obvously was a room that belong to some one as their own personal room.
The door on the opposite wall creacked opened. A dark brown head, wrapped in some kind of cloth leered around the edge of the door.
Not fully awake yet, Aerith felt threatened nd groped the night stand for any kind of wepon avalible. She quickly came upon the gun and swiftly reaised it to eye level aiming it at the unrecignizabnle figure in the threashhold of the doorway.
"I see you have found the gun, thought you might need protection, but not from me?!" The male voice said.
Aerith gave a sigh of relif and dropped the gun into her quilt drapped lap. "Sorry..." she apologized "Didn't recignize you, Vincent."
He sat on the edge of the bed and pointed at her stomoch "You okay?" he inquired.
As is the question triggered some kind of nerve an intense pain shot through out her entire body, this was the first pain she had felt form the wound all day. She lifted her shirt part way to reveal the neatly and carefully wrapped bandages.
"Thanks" she febelly smiled "For saving me." She frowed remembering the events from the night before.
The flashback drifted back to her displayed in a scary kind of almost realisticness. She heared his voice faintly in the background "You put up quite a fight!" he was saying.
Aerith ran, ran from Hojo, ran from pain, Ran form evil, doubt, suffering and crulty, along the filthy streets of the sector seven slums. She doged cunily in to the allyway, to bad it was the wtong ally way to run into on that particular night. There it was, lost hope, a dead end, a brick wall, void of any chance of escape.
The deep purple colured car swerved around the bend screeching to a halt at the mouth of the allyway.
A woman with cropped silver hair and a skin tight black matalic jump suit exited the car. " Come on, little girl, I gottcha now!" she snarled.
Aerith managed to studder, sotto voce, "No, actually, I believe you dont." Aerith hissed back. The plan played out perfectly in her head. Aerith lifted the heavy nearby metal trashcan with much difficulty and hurled it at the woman, Tsanda, knocking off of her feet and sending her to the ground.
Tsanda stood up and brushed her self off. She then proceded to produce a set of brass knuckles with razor sharp claws attached to them.
Aerith had not suspected this to happen, Tsanda look virtualy unarmed. Tsanda took a swing at Aerith, witch she managed to to skillfully duck barly missing the razor sharp ckaws.
She, in turn, hardily kick Tsanda in the shins witch again sent he to the ground.
Things were suprisingly looking up for her, untill when falling Tsanda managed to scrape the claws down Aerith's arm. She cried out in pain and as the claws dung in to her perfect porcalin skin. She shricked in pain and cluched her arm instictivly.
She ducked another swing and winced in pain as she squeezed her arm, she tried not to look at the blood that trailed down her arm and on to the dirt below leaving a bloody pool at her feet.
A shadowy figure appered in the enterance to the allyway "Great Tsanda has a friend!" she thought. But she should have not taken that moment to think aabout that, for Tsanda took this golden oppertunity to take a powerful slash at Aerith stomoch.
The man slowly swaggered twords them, or so it seemed slow to Aerith as she thought this was the (2ed) end of her days "Oh gosh, I dont want ot be dead agian, it is so boring..." she thought. "Now I am done for." Aerith prepared to die, saddly.
A shot rang out, it grazed Tsanda's arm, but still drew blood. The next one hit her square in the stomoch. "Bulls eye, success." he mutter half grinning.
Tsanda's body fell to the ground lifeless, and crumpled.
Aerith rised painfully and lifted her eyes to see who was the person who had saved her.
It was Vincent.
She smiled gunuinly, yet weakly. And ran in to his arms, shortly before fainting.
Now here she was.
"You okay?" Vincent asked pressing his hand to her forehead.
"Fine." she lied and fained a smile. "Just... thinking." She leaned back onto the pillow.
Vincent nodded gravly. "I have to go now, I am exoecting company. They will be coming to see you soon. Don't get up, not that you can." and with that he left the room.
Aerith sighed and closed her eyes weary and filled with intanse pain from the wound in her stomoch.
(i will write more later for you guys and hope to add more chapters! Condy for all of the reviewers. please review it is what keeps me going!!! Thnx!)