Lightning x Serah
Faithfully
PROLOGUE
4 Years Before Their Story-line ages
A/N;; This story does not follow the storyline of the game at all – All extra characters are my own creation, and their ages have been altered slightly to suit the style of this story. Planning on actually FINISHING this one. Made a few alterations so as to stop confusion; I changed Lightning to Snow's older sister, I have no problem with incest, but I thought this might make the story more dramatic, Serah is the last Farron left.
The pink haired girl found herself in a repeated situation, but with less hope. Her heart was pounding wickedly, her boots slamming down with unnecessary force on the roof's cement, her legs feeling heavier as she ran more and more out of energy.
Her breath caught in her throat as she looked back to see the suited man pull out a gun, she panicked, stumbling but not falling, Serah Farron was terrified.
She flung herself forward on her now shaking legs, jumping over a gap in the roof, rolling painfully across the cement, she pulled herself back to her feet, hands grazed and cut, she began to run again, and hearing a gunshot tear through the air, her toes hung over the edge and she began to cry helplessly.
Covering her eyes with her trembling hands in anticipation of the gunshot to end her life, that was when the clang of metal was heard, and a female voice rang through the air, a cry of agony in a masculine tone followed it, as if it was some sort of twisted ballad. She shouted, "You!"
Serah swerved on her heel – in so much astonishment she forgot she was on the edge, and she fell. "No!" Was all that rang in her ears as the air rippled through her clothes, plummeting her body down.
Time suddenly stopped, a warmth closed in on her, coming from all corners, trapping her, but nothing was frightening about it.
Everything was comforting, relaxing. "My name is Lightning Villiers, and I'm here to protect you, please don't panic."
Serah's eyes slowly fluttered open at the sound of that velvet smooth tone of voice, serious, but held as much comfort as her embrace. She stared at her almost double – She couldn't flatter herself, this girl looked oh-so much more beautiful to the Farron, and she stared at those piercing Sapphire eyes that focused elsewhere, their own gaze distant to Serah's, and utterly mysterious.
"Why are you helping me?" Serah questioned. And that was when Lightning landed on the ground with a crackle of sparks from her feet, zigzagging in a pale blue colour.
"That's a soldier technique." Serah stated almost dumbly when Lightning didn't respond to her question. Lightning set Serah down on her feet gently, as people pooled out of classrooms to look at the pair.
Serah glanced at the girl up and down now, she was wearing a school uniform; lack pleated skirt, long-sleeved white shirt, blue and gold striped tie, and a blazer with a 'C' encrusted on it on the breast pocket. The Cocoon high uniform.
"We need to get out of here." Lightning looked at her, but saw the worry in the younger girl's eyes, the uncomfortable nervous gaze that told Lightning that she was unsure about following her. Lightning held out her hand, mentally noting that she had managed to slip her pocket knife in a good position inside of her blazer, so that no-one would notice it. She could hear the buzz of the telecom headset in her ear, hidden by her hair. They had managed to take the body away.
Serah sheepishly took the firm hand in her own, and half-let Lightning almost drag her behind, running at such a fast pace Serah was almost tripping trying to keep up, but she knew there was no other option.
She glanced back to see the crowds behind them, seeing the look on Snow's face, an expression of anger mixed with confusion – she wondered what he thought of what was going on. What did it look like? Serah knew it – it looked like she was running off randomly with a girl that fell from the sky.
"Keep up, will you?" Lightning almost grunted the words, and it snapped Serah back to reality, she was half-hurled into a large black car, and Lightning jumped in beside her, slamming the door –Serah heard the lock click.
"What's going on?" Serah pleaded with Lightning, who had not yet dropped her hand – not that the girl was paying any attention to that right now. The older girl looked at her, a few strands of pink hair covering one eye, it was cut choppy, but at more visible different lengths.
"Your Father wanted us to protect you, and that's exactly what I'm doing." The girl showed no affection in her voice, and a blank expression was held on her face.