A/N: Completely ignores Advent Children, OOC. Dark. Violence in later chapters. You have been warned.
Prologue
How did it come to this? In the dead of the night, here I am, trying to get away from it all. Trying to hide from plain sight, I sprint through the dark alleys while doing my best not to stare at the blood in my hands. I clutched my jacket closer to my body to shield myself from the cold air, contemplating what I should have and shouldn't have done, I laugh bitterly as I thought of his pathetic face, his begs and pleads meant nothing to me.
All I wanted was a new life, that's why I left four years ago, I abandoned my ragtag group of friends for something new, completely isolating myself to forget everything I went through. I even changed my name for a while, changed my hair and looks, even my profession, I played the piano in the small bar to entertain guests every single night. I was happy with my new life, away from all the painful memories that I hoped would not surface ever again.
Then I met him.
I lifted my hands and stared menacingly at the blood stains all over it. Then I started laughing humorlessly, I have to think of something, they are going to go after me now. I already hear the sirens coming from a distance.
Gods, Aerith, Zack. If you can hear me, please. Keep him safe. Bryce, I promised to protect him, I failed, protect him for me.
I could have sworn I heard a gentle voice, the same familiar voice that belonged to a fallen friend, reassuring me, comforting me, but none of that would help at the moment. I need to go away, I need to disappear.
How did it come to this?
Cloud stared lazily at the television screen in front of him while he sat on his worn out couch. It has been four years since meteor fall and the city of Midgar was never the same, though a newly developed city was on the edge of the city itself, where survivors are trying to get by, turning their lives back around. And like many others, he was doing things to survive daily, he started doing a freelance delivery service called Strife delivery service, he had purchased the bike he used that he calls Fenrir from the money he had saved up from all the travels they did.
It has also been four years since she had left. And he was never the same since then.
He wondered what went wrong, they were doing alright. They had fought side by side against a mad man he once admired. After everything they had went through together.
She left him. Alone.
He flipped the channels again after snapping out of his thoughts, leaving the news running this time, his eyes landed on the breaking news that was being shown at that moment. And his face changed to absolute horror as he listened to the reporter while that familiar name flashed repeatedly on the screen. His PHS started ringing but he ignored it, his eyes glued to his television screen. A candid photo of a woman with black hair in a bob style with full bangs appeared along with the name. A completely different appearance from how he remembered her.
Tifa Lockhart, former member of AVALANCHE, who had helped saved the world from the hands of Sephiroth and the fall of Meteor, who is now known as Tifa Lockhart-Tyrell, is wanted for the murder of her husband, Constance Tyrell, and three year old son, Bryce Tyrell.
Cloud thought he would die right then and there as his breathing had stopped completely.