When Sarah Dies…
A Seph-Kitty, a Spiky-Haired Angst Muffin, a Bouncing Puppy, a Cetra who is the Bouncy Puppy's Girlfriend, a Broody Pancake-Eating Gun-Slinging Vampire, and an Old Smoking Pilot help us destroy the world.
As i stated in the description, this is pure crack. This was written for nothing more then the personal enjoyment of me and my cousin. I purposely wrote in broken little almost drabbles stuck together. Yes, we are Mary Sues. Get over it. That was the point. I really could care less if you flame this or not. I've made my point that this is not meant to be taken seriously. Weather you take it that way or not it up to you. I really don't care.
If you're wondering, Yes, I realize there are no Final Fantasy VII characters in the this chapter. There will be in the next.
Just so you have something to you forward to, here are the pairings for this story: Valenwind & OT4(Sephiroth/Cloud/Zack/Aerith)
Disclaimer: No, I don't own any of the Final Fantasy VII characters in this. I only own the crappy plot(if you can call it that), the bastardized versions of my cousin Sarah and myself.
Enjoy The Madness.
Nicole sat on the ground in an abandoned lot just outside her town. She just sat there drawing pictures, many like pentagrams and other demonic shapes, in the dirt with her finger.
Ring!
Ring!
Ring!
Ri-
She pulled her cell phone from her pocket and picked it up without checking the number. "Hello?" she muttered continuing to draw in the dirt.
"Hello. May I speak with Ms. Nicole Thurgood?" the male voice on the line.
"That would be me," the red head said without thinking.
"Well, Ms. Thurgood I have terrible news for you and apologize for not giving to you person. You were not home."
"Mhm and what would this 'terrible news' be?" her voice was almost sarcastic.
The man was silent for a moment before quietly informing her that her cousin, Sarah Cerezo, was dead.
The funeral and burial were over, a lone figure stood by the grave of Sarah Cerezo. Garbed in black, as most funeral goers are, stood Nicole Thurgood. She sighed and knelt before the head stone, she regarded it as though it was actually her cousin, "Ya know, I wasn't expecting this to happen so soon. But, oh well. What can ya do?" she shrugged to herself then patted the ground,
"Well I guess I'll be seeing you soon, Penguin." Smiling once at the head stone, she stood and began to walk away. After taking a few steps she stopped, turned and exclaimed, "Oh! I almost forgot!"
She pulled a slip of paper from her pocket and put in under one of the bouquets of flowers with a grin. She skipped away, leaving the grave behind.
Nicole had work to do. Lots of work. She spent her days studying books and notes left to her by Sarah and her nights prowling the streets, not one bit concerned by the fact each night seven people were reported missing.
A few days after the funeral, Nicole found herself at that abandoned lot once more. She set up a table which was littered with books and notes not a minute after it was set up. Opening a book, the girl skimmed through the pages until she came to the one she needed. On the page were a depiction of a pentagram like object and a list of instructions.
Picking up her back pack, the young teen dug throw it until she pulled out a knife, long, sharp, and deadly. First placing the dagger on the table, she pulled her layered red-blond hair into a ponytail to keep it out of her face. Her hair caught on the chain around her neck, exposing a simple silver cross.
Taking the dagger with her, she walked to the center of the lot. Pressing the dagger to her wrist, crimson liquid fell to the ground. Nicole stabbed thbloody weapon into the soil, then she began to drag the bloodied blade drawing shapes in the ground not unlike her earlier drawings.