A/N: I constantly switch to different point of views during this story, and I have no idea why I do it, so don't ask.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Final Fantasy VII characters mentioned in this story. They all belong rightfully to Square-Enix. The only thing I own here are my OCs.
I apologize for any future errors that I might commit. I'm not perfect, and I sometimes unconsciously make errors too. Just read and tell me what you think afterwards. :)
Prologue
The entrance... Life as a Shin-Ra agent's hard. One would think I'm a Turk, but let me get things straight. I'm not like Reno, or Rude or whoever you've come up with. I guess you could say I'm a new breed. Shin-Ra has organized an elite group of people to track down SOLDIER movements. SOLDIERs didn't know about the said project—as what I've been told. I know their missions, what they do, what happened to them. We report them immediately back to our deputy head and info goes straight to President Shin-Ra's office.
I was only twelve when young people like me were first admitted to the training team. I was one of the youngest. The youngest we probably had was a boy the age of eleven. His name's Archer, but he's not important. Some people take years of training, but we only took weeks… Yes, weeks. A few weeks of training, and missions begin. We were teenagers who were orphaned. I was assigned to track down the SOLDIER general, and luckily, I didn't mess up. Promotions were quick and easy, but failures were harsh.
Failures—as what our deputy like to call them—were sent to the REJECT pile. When we were yet initiates, we got admitted to some physical tests, blood tests, random medication. They made us take pills five times a day for two weeks, and we were injected with blue fluid that strangely filled us with energy. But some of us got addicted to them, and sneaked in for more. Once caught, they were also sent to the REJECT pile.
We were told of terrible things; rumors of what happened to our fellow initiates who got sent to REJECT. I listened to them, and somehow got the feeling they were true.
Five years have passed since I joined Shin-Ra, and two years have passed since Shin-Ra's elite warrior troop was sabotaged and Shin-Ra Electric Power Company had blown up. We managed to escape, and are still a part of Shin-Ra. The president now spends most of his time in Healin, and seldom sends us out to investigate on ex-SOLDIER whereabouts. And I was losing trust on Shin-Ra's advices. I did secret and quiet research. They trained me quick but well. I only got clues, pieces and bits of information, but they were enough to start my private investigation.
It always bothered me. What had happened to my fellow initiates long ago? Few of us are left—only five. After the Meteor Incident, and the accident with Shin-Ra, there were more than twenty of us serving the president, but that's changed now. Reports of them being sent out on missions came and went, and no good news came out of any of the reports. All I had were bad news. They were killed, murdered… their missions failed. So far, I'm one of the lucky ones—those whom Shin-Ra hasn't contacted yet, but soon will.
Now though, I live alone. I live in a small apartment. It was the best I could afford as an assistant barmaid in Seventh Heaven. I work for my boss, Tifa Lockheart, and other times, help with Cloud's deliveries. All the while, I try to keep myself alive, but there were just times I was so absorbed with my own business and my job that I rarely eat. I used to be skinny, but rounds of jogging and healthy diets keep my strength and abilities up.
And even though, Cloud and Tifa are the closest I have to a family, I never told them anything about my past, or my private investigations, or my insecurities as to why I never had any memories about my parents. I'm Deliria Hollow, and I want to know these things.
