Why?
-Ridia
A little girl's eyes, deepest of blues, gazed up at me - widdened, afraid. She shook all over, wether with rage or supressed fear I was uncertain. Blood dripped down her temple: a bullet had grazed her in the crossfire. A body lay at her feet, a pool of crimson spreading rapidly out. Arms akimbo, the woman looked much like a puppet who's strings had been cut. The child opened her mouth, her lips began to work soundlessly as she attempted to speak.
"Reno..."
The rapport of gunfire in the distance, I turned the corner, there they were - yet not quite as I'd expected them. A man and a woman, a small child standing between them, holding the woman's hand. His family. Sweat ran down their brows, chests heaved with labored breath. They'd been running.
"Reno!"
Why, she silently demanded, Why? Eyes accusing, inexscapeable, they drew me in, those crystal orbs, drew me into her world so freshly torn, felt the pain of loss as if it were my own. Why? Why? Why my family? Why me? Why? Her questions flew though my mind at an incredible speed, I tried to tear myself away from her, and those eyes.
"C'mon Reno!"
The man raised a gun, the woman screamed, jerking the little girl's arm as she jumped back. She too held a gun, the woman, and she shakily aimed it for me. The man was my target, I could ignore her, unless she became more of a threat. The man shouted to me - meaningless words. My half lidded eyes must have seemed dead to him as I expertly raised my firearm.
Why?
BANG.
I blinked. The target before me held a single hole - dead center. I stared at it, thoughtfully. A tug on my sleeve stole my attention.
"RENO! You phased out on me!" the short woman stamped her foot dramatically. "Here." she held a manilla envelope out to me, pinched between her thumb and forefinger as if it were diseased. "The lastest from the top, I'd guess. Oh, and they sent you this." fishing a small yellow orb form her pocket, she tossed it at me. I caught it, and glanced down at it. "Double Cut materia." she informed me, as if I couldn't figure that out.
"Thanks Cindy." I muttered absently, stuffing the materia into my pocket as I set my gun down and turned my attention to the envelope.
After a moment of silence, Cindy tossed her blonde hair emperiously and turned, stalking off, her high heels clacking loudly.
Blonde hair.... Blonde hair fanned out around the woman as she fell, a moment of silence, nothing but the echoing of the shot seemed to reach my ears. Crumbling to the ground, a majestic angel brought to earth. A splash sounded as she hit, the flowing blood began to be dillouted in the puddle she lay in. Why?