Disclaimer:
Sephiroth and FFVII belongs to its rightful owners. No profit is being made from this fanfiction. The plot and OC belongs to me.
This takes place when Seph loses his sanity, btw...Enjoy!
Blood splattered across the walls and furniture. More screams were heard as slashes grew louder. Gunshots were constant, never once retreating. The sounds of footsteps were heard throughout the building, yet to reach a scared 20 year old woman. The silver haired ex-SOLDIER walked through the bloody halls, searching for anyone else who lived. His cold blue-green eyes observed every knick and cranny of the building, mainly searching for that one woman who decided to hide from him.
The midnight red haired 20 year old woman saw what had happened to her co-workers, and decided that that wasn't her fate. She hid from the murder-induced ex-SOLDIER gone mad, and had known that he was going to search for her, making sure that no one else lived. Her jade eyes had widened upon hearing loud footsteps coming towards her hiding spot. She whimpered, and looked down, not wanting to know that he had found her. She opened her wide eyes when she felt a blood-clad glove stroke her tearstained face. Her wide, distraught olive eyes only widened when the glove reached up and took a strand of her tousled curly red hair, rubbing it gently between his fingers. The woman slowly looked up and met cold, blue-green eyes. Her melodic, yet frightened, voice reached his passed his long hair and into his pale ears, those five words that passed her puffy, pink lips were enough to make him do such a preposterous act.
"Sephiroth, why'd you do it?"
