Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Final Fantasy XII Advent Children. O.o
a/n: Okay, I really don't know what I am doing. I saw the movie and I thought that it was AWESOME. So I decided that I would like to grace my imaginative brain on yet another area of fictional...place. You know what, you just shouldn't have read my little author's note in the first place...enjoy!
Cloud's POV:
I can't go back.
I won't go back.
"How would I tell them..." I whispered. They wouldn't understand...not how I have to do this alone anyways. I can't help anyone. And they shouldn't be trying to save me. I wouldn't be able to do the same for them.
I turned my head slowly to face in the direction of the giant crumbling building, silouetted against a crystal clear blue sky, in the middle of a crater. There was hardly anything in the sky, except off in the distance near the Forgotten City you could see dark clouds moving in. And just then, I heard the rumble of far away thunder. You could even see the rain pouring down on the valley. Hopefully it wouldn't get past the mountains. But the building was still as forboding as it always had been, even with beautiful scenery. I remembered that fateful day, with Sephiroth.
I turned and walked over to my bike and jumped on. One last look. And I turned to his grave. How many new friends have died now? Two? Yeah. Hopefully Buster would do a better job of guarding Zack then I ever could. And then felt a twinge of pain shoot up from my arm.
"Argh!" I grumbled pulling away the mindight black cloth that was covering my arm. And I looked down upon the ugly, discolored, damned thing that had begun to infest my body. Geostigma. Hatred and sadness coarsed through me. Hatred for Sephiroth the devil behind all of this insanity, and sadness...from what I heard about back home, other people had the same thing that I had. And I hadn't even tried to save them. I couldn't. Just like I couldn't save her.
I brought my bike to life, and I hit the gas. Shooting forward, and leaving a cloud of dust behind me. What I didn't know was that, on the ridge behind me, there were three men by the names of, Kadaj, Yazoo, and Loz. They too brought their rides to life and two of them came down the slope, pulling their weapons and riding down the hill after me.
I can't do anything right.
a/n: That was just a little warm up to get the blood pumping, you know the shpeal. O.o