Prolouge
Cloud lay on a small bed gazing blankly at the ceiling.Thoughts of the past few days raced through his head.
"It's...over." he whispered as if reashuring himself. He slowly turned his head from side to side examining the room he occupied.
"Wha...where am I? I don't remember anything. How long have I been out?" he asked himself barely able to speak.
"Two and a half weeks." a familiar voice answered.
Cloud struggled to sit up in the bed groaning in pain. Until he realized he was unable, and returned to his lying position. Breathing heavy and closing his eyes in reaction to the pain and fatigue he felt. The sound of footsteps and chains came toward him. Becoming louder with each passing second until coming to a stop at his side. A hand faintly brushed his shoulder. Clound opened his eyes to see the man was vincent. Who stared coldly down on Cloud.
"You really disappointed me." he said as he turned and walked toward the door.
"What..?" Cloud managed to ask.
Vincent ignored the question and continued to the door. Coming to a stop and turning around a few feet from the door.
"It is not over." he stated as he slowly reached into his coat and pulled out a small black pistol, and dropped it to the floor. He then turned and left the room. Cloud struggled to get up and see what Vincent had dropped on the floor until he passed out again drifting into the strangest dream.