A/N: Okay, first I would like to apologize to anyone reading my other story for uploading this one before that one is finished. That story is still my top priority, however, I have been in a bit of a slump with it and I needed something else to work on to keep my creative juices flowing until inspiration (or simple motivation) hits for that one. But don't worry the next chapter will be up soon.

Now as for this story...

There are several things that you should know before reading this story. 1) The most important is that this story involves OC's. If you loath OCs, don't read. 2) This is actual more of a background story to a story that I am going to write. Whether I upload that story or keep it to myself depends on the response that this story gets. 3) Finally, this story is a sort of challenge story to myself. There are two parts to it. The first part is the letter, written form an OC character's pov that will be in my following stories. The second part is written from another OC character's pov that will have very little involvement with the other stories, but quite a large influence on the story. Naturally you will only learn about this if you all like this story and want me to continue.

Note: This story and all of it's chapters will have exactly 1000 words of reading, not including the title, but including the letter. The sum of all the letters is equal to 1000 words.

Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy 7, Crisis Core, Dirge of Cerberus, Before Crisis, or Advent Children. They are the property of Square Co., Ltd. and their constituents. This was made for entertainment and does not receive any profits.

Chapter 1: The Experiment

Tessa,

I'm afraid. After they took you, all kinds of people started coming here. I know you went with them on your own. I know you made a deal with the scientist so he would leave me alone.

They're not leaving me alone, though. Every day they stay for longer and get a little closer. I'm afraid they're going to take me soon, but I don't want to go…

"Let go!" a young terrified scream sounded through the small, rather shabby house.

There was no response to the cry, but several crashes and bangs could be heard from inside. The young Turk who had been stationed as a guard cringed a little at the sounds of the struggle. His older and more experienced partner shot him a quick look. He gave a small shake of his head, before quickly facing forward again. The Turk knew that he was being told to ignore it and focus solely on his job, but that didn't make things any easier.

Orvar Maal was only eighteen years old and had only just finished his Turk training a year previous. All of his missions to date were based closer to home and he had only been given missions with a low security level. However he had an outstanding record and apparently his supervisor thought it was time he was sent on a mission of higher risk and secrecy. Why it had to be with the scientists (led by Hojo, no less!) who were going to kidnap a little girl and experiment on her, he had no idea.

As hard as it was to ignore what was happening inside the house, Orvar knew that he had to, because it was his job and he was a Turk. His loyalty was absolute. When the door opened and two scientists walked out with the subject, he had to remind himself of this again. She was young, no older than ten, with long amber hair and wide frightened blue eyes. Her pale skin was tarnished with quickly darkening bruises. Her white lacy dress was dirty and rumpled while her feet were bare.

Hojo walked out after them, his long greasy gray hair and large nose bringing immediate attention to him. A nasty, triumphant smirk was plastered on his face. "We've got what we came for. Burn the place down," he said to the two Turks before striding forward.

A gasp came from the young girl. "No!" she screamed and her struggles began anew. "You can't! You can't burn my house!"

Hojo let out a condescending chuckle. "Silly girl. I can do whatever I want." He walked in front of her and stared menacingly at her, but she stared defiantly back, despite her fear. "You see, you are no longer a person, but a subject. You have no rights to claim that house. Therefor it must go. There will be nothing to that can be tied back to you."

The girl's eyes welled with tears and she was suddenly jerked forward. "No!" she screamed in fear, as she was pulled towards the helicopter that would be taking her to the Shinra Mansion. "Let me go! Let me go!"

Orvar watched as she was finally dragged into the helicopter, which started up shortly afterwards drowning out her screams. Hojo turned from watching the scene and faced the two Turks, a nasty sneer on his face. Orvar couldn't help the disgust and loathing that bubbled up in his stomach at the man. He could see it in Ruluf's eyes too, though the contempt was hidden from anyone who wasn't a Turk and therefor used to looking for the hidden emotions. Orvar was positive that no one liked Hojo, even his own scientists.

"Well what are you waiting for? It's your jobs to cover up this mess, so do them!" he told them commandingly, as if he had any right to order them around.

In truth, despite what he seemed to believe, Hojo had absolutely no authority over the Turks, even those that were left in his service. They had specific orders to do a particular job that coincided with Hojo's work, but that was it. If at any time an "order" given by Hojo went against their orders from the President or their Supervisor, they were to dismiss it. In fact if any "order" by Hojo didn't coincide with their actual orders, but also didn't hinder their orders, they had every right to ignore the creep, since their only job was to follow the presidents orders. And not once had the President ever ordered them to follow Hojo's orders.

Unfortunately Burning down the poor girl's house was within their order parameters, so Orvar and Ruluf had no choice. It was simply unfortunate that that their fulfilling of their original orders would have to come at the price of inflating Hojo's already fit to burst ego. Orvar would have liked nothing more than to put a hole between the scientist's eyes simply to rid the world of his existence. He could even feel his finger twitch when the greasy crook-nosed man looked at them as if they were slow for not getting to it earlier, before he turned muttering about their intelligence or lack thereof, before boarding the helicopter.

"Ugh!" Orvar exclaimed with utmost disgust. "I can't believe they wanted my first top security mission to be with Hojo."

Ruluf let a smirk cross his face. "Don't complain. Someone might here you, and then you'll be stuck with Hojo for a while as punishment."

"Is that how you got into this mess?" Orvar asked, half teasing and half serious, as he and Ruluf walked towards the house and removed their fire material.

Ruluf gave him a look and smirked again. "No, I complained about poorly trained rookies and got stuck with you," he told him

"What!?" Orvar yelped in an undignified way that belied his status as a Turk and Ruluf let out a small laugh at his indignation before they got to work.

A/N: And that's it! Short, sweet, and to the point. You'll learn the name of the one writing the letters next chapter, which will be uploaded exactly one weak from today. This story will receive a weekly update, so that i have plenty of time to work on my other story and this ones sequel (which will be written even if it isn't uploaded).

I hope you all liked it. I'm a little nervous about my OC's as I don't want to fall into the dangers of Mary-Sue-ness.