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The sudden sense of life flooded the veins of the supposedly dead man. His eyes shot open, searching for his murder close by. But his eyes found only his mother. Not the mother, that gave him his super cells and amazing fighting abilites. No, not Jenova. He saw the smiling face of Lucrecia, the mother that had carried him around under her heart for nine months. The mother that had morned for 3 years before going on a journey to revive him. Now he slowly stood up, smiling back at his birth-mother. He saw his Masamune sitting on the table to their side. Slowly he got up from the bed, not saying a word. Silently he took back his Masamune, looking at it for a moment.
Reflecting from the blade were images of his time in Hell. The images that floated around, corrupting his mind, had all happened while he was dead. Images showing Sephiroth weaping, weaping to himself, alone, without anyone or anything. Images showing Sephiroth running his sword through himself, feeling the pain, but never dieing. He looked away, then slowly he stuck the blade through his mother.
She screamed out silently to her only child, but his smile remained. What have I done? She thought, as the cataclysmic effects of her actions were put up to the light of realization. She slumped to the ground, lifeless.
The man removed his blade, wiping the blood clean with her apron, and then slid his sword back onto his back for the first time in three years. The soft metalic sound making music to Sephiroth's ears. With that he marched out of the house, setting it on fire on his way out. His laugh echoed over the plains. His silver strands of hair blew with the wind. He was alive again!
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Cloud woke from his sleep suddenly, startled by something no one ever heard. Thinking for a minute, he realized that a dream hadn't woken him up either. He looked around, wondering if he had sensed someone or something in the house. But, after he flipped the lights on and realized nothing was there. Tifa woke with the lights. "Cloud what are you doing?" She asked, looking up at him.
"I just thought I sensed someone." He responded, still uneasy.
"Who?"
"It was him, I could have sworn it was him." There was no question as to who "him" was.
"Ho-How could he have survived?" But neither knew the answer to that question.
"I've got to go find him."
"Cloud please, no. I don't want you to go. Let's get the group back together and then we can go face him. We'll be stronger that way." She pleaded with him.
"I'm sorry Tifa, I've got to do this myself. I've got to be the one to finish him." His voice was soothing but stubborn.
"Cloud, I don't want to see you die." Tears were welling up in her eyes.
"Tifa, don't worry, I promise I'll be back."
"I promise isn't good enough Cloud, I NEED you. Please...don't go..." She stared into his Mako eyes.
"Have I ever broken a promise before?" He asked.
"Well..."
"I'll be back." With that, the two kissed. Then, he strapped his sword on, the large hunk of metal, which meant nothing to him anymore. Marching out the door and toward the chocobo farm.
"Hurry back." Tifa whispered as he disappeared into the night.
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The chocobo's breath could be seen in the snowy lands of the northern hemisphere of the Planet. Chocobo feet leaving their prints in the newly fallen snow. The whether was getting better as Cloud chased the prints of Sephiroth. Sephiroth had walked down, and taken a boat back to the main continent. Cloud's gold chocobo crossed the water with ease, still following Sephiroth's trail.
The chocobo and his rider came to a small forest. "He's here." Cloud said, drawing his sword. "Sephiroth!! Come out!! We're gonna end this now!!" Cloud yelled into the forest.
The soft plod of boots suddenly came to Cloud's ears. The metalic sound that was the Masamune's unique sound. Cloud raised his sword to a fighting postition, taking out some materia and putting it in his sword. "Bring it." Cloud whispered as he finished.
With that Sephiroth charged at Cloud, swinging his sword straight for Cloud's head. Cloud was barely able to get his sword in the way of the sword in time. But he was so focused on the sword he didn't see the boot that lodged itself into his midsection. He flew at least 8 feet back and had the wind knocked from his lungs. He struggled to regain his breath as he knelt down in the mud of the forest.
Sephiroth made his way over to Cloud and lifted him up with one hand. He used the other and punched Cloud in the same place he had kicked him. Again the wind was knocked from Cloud, as the air whooshed from his lungs.
How has he gotten so much stronger and faster? Cloud thought, struggling to stand up.
Sephiroth was again right there, this time he upercutted Cloud in the jaw. Cloud was slammed against a rock. He forced himself to concentrate on one of the materia he had in his sword. Suddenly, the thirteen knights of the round appeared. They all began to attack Sephiroth, but as they came he killed them off, one after another until all lay dead on the ground.
Cloud looked at him in bewilderment. He's become invicible. Cloud thought.
Then Sephiroth's voice was heard for the first time. It chilled Cloud to the bones. "You're probably wondering how I got so much better." Sephiroth paused for a moment, but Cloud didn't respond. "Living in Hell only makes the weak weaker, and the strong stronger." Cloud just stared as the wind blew the silver hair to one side.
Quickly Cloud casted a wall on himself, along with a reflect and regen. He stood up, and charged Sephiroth. Sephiroth deflected the sword and smashed the butt of the Masamune into Cloud's head. Cloud's face planted itself directly in the forest soil. He felt the back of his throbbing head to realize he already had a bump. He slowly got to his feet only to be backhanded by Sephiroth. The wall was providing little assistance.
I can't win. Cloud thought, beggining to panick.
"It's been fun." Sephiroth said, stabbing his sword at the laying Cloud. Cloud, however, rolled away from the sharper than razor edge of Sephiroth's giant sword. He used a leg sweep to try and trip Sephiroth. But, Sephiroth jumped over his legs and stabbed again. Luckily, Cloud rolled again, this time away from Sephiroth. He stood up just in time to deflect another stab.
Sephiroth began to laugh. "You can't keep this up." He said, chuckling to himself. "I can't believe I was beat by you." Sephiroth then punched Cloud in the stomach again. He backflipped over the bent over blonde. Then, he drew his sword back for the final blow. Cloud kneeled helplessly on the forest floor.
The blade shot threw. Cloud looked at his stomach, only to see a sword protruding from it. Blood was dripping down onto the grass and mud. Cloud didn't scream, but mearly watched as Sephiroth removed the blade. He almost cried out as the pain sharpened. Blood squirted from the wound, not gathering into a pool on the ground. Sephiroth began to laugh as he stabbed Cloud again.
Cloud's face contorted as the blade entered a second time, this time piercing a lung. He slumped to the ground, falling into his own pool of red. Again Sephiroth removed the sword, and stabbed Cloud again, and again, and again. The fourth time Cloud spit up some blood, which soaked into a dry spot on the forest floor. The fifth time his body went limp. His eyes closed slowly, and his breathing stopped. Sephiroth stabbed him once more, laughing all the while. Finally he flicked his sword, the blood coming off with the one quick movement.
Sephiroth then turned around and noticed the chocobo. He took his now clean sword and ran it through the chocobo. It warked in pain, but it didn't last long. Instead of stabbing it the second time, he slashed at the golden chocobo. The slash killed the chocobo after only a few seconds. It feel onto its side, as lifeless as Cloud. Sephiroth decided he was finished here and flew off into the distance, having finally exacted his revenge.
The sudden sense of life flooded the veins of the supposedly dead man. His eyes shot open, searching for his murder close by. But his eyes found only his mother. Not the mother, that gave him his super cells and amazing fighting abilites. No, not Jenova. He saw the smiling face of Lucrecia, the mother that had carried him around under her heart for nine months. The mother that had morned for 3 years before going on a journey to revive him. Now he slowly stood up, smiling back at his birth-mother. He saw his Masamune sitting on the table to their side. Slowly he got up from the bed, not saying a word. Silently he took back his Masamune, looking at it for a moment.
Reflecting from the blade were images of his time in Hell. The images that floated around, corrupting his mind, had all happened while he was dead. Images showing Sephiroth weaping, weaping to himself, alone, without anyone or anything. Images showing Sephiroth running his sword through himself, feeling the pain, but never dieing. He looked away, then slowly he stuck the blade through his mother.
She screamed out silently to her only child, but his smile remained. What have I done? She thought, as the cataclysmic effects of her actions were put up to the light of realization. She slumped to the ground, lifeless.
The man removed his blade, wiping the blood clean with her apron, and then slid his sword back onto his back for the first time in three years. The soft metalic sound making music to Sephiroth's ears. With that he marched out of the house, setting it on fire on his way out. His laugh echoed over the plains. His silver strands of hair blew with the wind. He was alive again!
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Cloud woke from his sleep suddenly, startled by something no one ever heard. Thinking for a minute, he realized that a dream hadn't woken him up either. He looked around, wondering if he had sensed someone or something in the house. But, after he flipped the lights on and realized nothing was there. Tifa woke with the lights. "Cloud what are you doing?" She asked, looking up at him.
"I just thought I sensed someone." He responded, still uneasy.
"Who?"
"It was him, I could have sworn it was him." There was no question as to who "him" was.
"Ho-How could he have survived?" But neither knew the answer to that question.
"I've got to go find him."
"Cloud please, no. I don't want you to go. Let's get the group back together and then we can go face him. We'll be stronger that way." She pleaded with him.
"I'm sorry Tifa, I've got to do this myself. I've got to be the one to finish him." His voice was soothing but stubborn.
"Cloud, I don't want to see you die." Tears were welling up in her eyes.
"Tifa, don't worry, I promise I'll be back."
"I promise isn't good enough Cloud, I NEED you. Please...don't go..." She stared into his Mako eyes.
"Have I ever broken a promise before?" He asked.
"Well..."
"I'll be back." With that, the two kissed. Then, he strapped his sword on, the large hunk of metal, which meant nothing to him anymore. Marching out the door and toward the chocobo farm.
"Hurry back." Tifa whispered as he disappeared into the night.
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The chocobo's breath could be seen in the snowy lands of the northern hemisphere of the Planet. Chocobo feet leaving their prints in the newly fallen snow. The whether was getting better as Cloud chased the prints of Sephiroth. Sephiroth had walked down, and taken a boat back to the main continent. Cloud's gold chocobo crossed the water with ease, still following Sephiroth's trail.
The chocobo and his rider came to a small forest. "He's here." Cloud said, drawing his sword. "Sephiroth!! Come out!! We're gonna end this now!!" Cloud yelled into the forest.
The soft plod of boots suddenly came to Cloud's ears. The metalic sound that was the Masamune's unique sound. Cloud raised his sword to a fighting postition, taking out some materia and putting it in his sword. "Bring it." Cloud whispered as he finished.
With that Sephiroth charged at Cloud, swinging his sword straight for Cloud's head. Cloud was barely able to get his sword in the way of the sword in time. But he was so focused on the sword he didn't see the boot that lodged itself into his midsection. He flew at least 8 feet back and had the wind knocked from his lungs. He struggled to regain his breath as he knelt down in the mud of the forest.
Sephiroth made his way over to Cloud and lifted him up with one hand. He used the other and punched Cloud in the same place he had kicked him. Again the wind was knocked from Cloud, as the air whooshed from his lungs.
How has he gotten so much stronger and faster? Cloud thought, struggling to stand up.
Sephiroth was again right there, this time he upercutted Cloud in the jaw. Cloud was slammed against a rock. He forced himself to concentrate on one of the materia he had in his sword. Suddenly, the thirteen knights of the round appeared. They all began to attack Sephiroth, but as they came he killed them off, one after another until all lay dead on the ground.
Cloud looked at him in bewilderment. He's become invicible. Cloud thought.
Then Sephiroth's voice was heard for the first time. It chilled Cloud to the bones. "You're probably wondering how I got so much better." Sephiroth paused for a moment, but Cloud didn't respond. "Living in Hell only makes the weak weaker, and the strong stronger." Cloud just stared as the wind blew the silver hair to one side.
Quickly Cloud casted a wall on himself, along with a reflect and regen. He stood up, and charged Sephiroth. Sephiroth deflected the sword and smashed the butt of the Masamune into Cloud's head. Cloud's face planted itself directly in the forest soil. He felt the back of his throbbing head to realize he already had a bump. He slowly got to his feet only to be backhanded by Sephiroth. The wall was providing little assistance.
I can't win. Cloud thought, beggining to panick.
"It's been fun." Sephiroth said, stabbing his sword at the laying Cloud. Cloud, however, rolled away from the sharper than razor edge of Sephiroth's giant sword. He used a leg sweep to try and trip Sephiroth. But, Sephiroth jumped over his legs and stabbed again. Luckily, Cloud rolled again, this time away from Sephiroth. He stood up just in time to deflect another stab.
Sephiroth began to laugh. "You can't keep this up." He said, chuckling to himself. "I can't believe I was beat by you." Sephiroth then punched Cloud in the stomach again. He backflipped over the bent over blonde. Then, he drew his sword back for the final blow. Cloud kneeled helplessly on the forest floor.
The blade shot threw. Cloud looked at his stomach, only to see a sword protruding from it. Blood was dripping down onto the grass and mud. Cloud didn't scream, but mearly watched as Sephiroth removed the blade. He almost cried out as the pain sharpened. Blood squirted from the wound, not gathering into a pool on the ground. Sephiroth began to laugh as he stabbed Cloud again.
Cloud's face contorted as the blade entered a second time, this time piercing a lung. He slumped to the ground, falling into his own pool of red. Again Sephiroth removed the sword, and stabbed Cloud again, and again, and again. The fourth time Cloud spit up some blood, which soaked into a dry spot on the forest floor. The fifth time his body went limp. His eyes closed slowly, and his breathing stopped. Sephiroth stabbed him once more, laughing all the while. Finally he flicked his sword, the blood coming off with the one quick movement.
Sephiroth then turned around and noticed the chocobo. He took his now clean sword and ran it through the chocobo. It warked in pain, but it didn't last long. Instead of stabbing it the second time, he slashed at the golden chocobo. The slash killed the chocobo after only a few seconds. It feel onto its side, as lifeless as Cloud. Sephiroth decided he was finished here and flew off into the distance, having finally exacted his revenge.