Blood, Sweat and Tears
Intro
Blood dribbled from the corner of his mouth, as he lay on the floor. A black leather clad figure sauntered up to were he lay, the face looking down on him blurry from the beating he had received.
The leather clad man spoke, gloating over Cloud as he lay on the ground.
"You're pathetic… You couldn't even stand a little punch like that; and want to be a First Class SOLDIER? What a pity… What a pity." The black clad man said, reaching down with one gloved hand, and grasped the front of the man's shirt in his fist.
"You're… the… pathetic one… Sephiroth!" Spat Cloud, as the ex-General lifted him off the ground, leaving his booted feet to dangle a few inches off the ground.
"Still have the will to fight? I can't see why. I'm clearly your superior… Like I said, you're nothing but a worthless puppet. Your part in this is done."
"You… killed… her… I'll make… you pay!" Cloud gasped out, as his labored breath was pushed out of his lungs by a forceful shove into the wall.
"I killed who Cloud… that dimwitted boxer girl… the entire town of Nibelheim… or that worthless group of Shin-Ra agents? They where all just puppets Cloud, just trash to be thrown out. Couldn't you see that?"
"Shut up… You're trash… She's… They're all… dead… I'll… I'll kill… YOU!" Cloud shoved himself away from the wall with what little strength he had left, trying to make the silver haired ex-General loose his balance.
"Your efforts are futile… You surely don't think that you could beat an ex-General of SOLDIER, do you? At least not in this condition." Sephiroth said, letting Cloud fall to the floor in an ungraceful heap on the floor.
"I… I will… defeat you!" Cloud sputtered, coughing up some blood as he lay limply on the cold stone floor.
Sephiroth laughed, and turned back around, drawing Masamune out of it's sheath slowly, the blade whispering as it was drawn out. He stooped close to the bleeding blonde, and poked the tip of Masamune into the soft flesh of Cloud's neck, and smiled his sadistic smile once again.
"This blade pressed into your throat could end your life Cloud… All I need do is apply one pound of pressure, and your life will end here. Be grateful that I'm letting you live. You're not worth killing at this point. You don't have enough hate to kill me." The smooth baritone voice hissed, before the ex-General stood up and left.
Cloud cursed every god he could come up with as he lay on the ground, devoid of strength, and covered with gashes and bruises. He willed his body to move, but got no response. All he could do was lay there and bleed, cursing and hating the black clad man that had crushed him without any effort.
His nose was filled with the smell of burning wood, blood and charred flesh. His mind was filled with pain, sorrow and anger. The man that he had looked up to, the man that he practically worshiped, had killed everyone in his town without even thinking. He hated that man with a vengeance that would only be sated by killing him. It would become his dream, his ambition… his obsession, to kill the man that had ruined his home.