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The Dream
Chapter One
Nightmare
It was cold and dark in the house, or at least Tifa Lockhart, thought it was a house. She had no idea where she was or even how she had gotten here. One thing was for sure, she was cold. Tifa awoke on a bed in a small (what she thought was a guest room). Tifa jumped off the bed checking herself, making sure nothing had happen to her.
"Nothing, thank God."
Tifa looked at her surroundings. A small candle flickered on the coffee table in front of her. She walked to the wall looking for a light switch but did not find one. The room looked very old and very untidy.
"Whoever lived here did not take very good care of this room." Tifa made her way to the window, "Where the hell am I?" she asked herself, looking out. It was to dark to see anything outside. Tifa did not know if shewas still in Nibelhim; not even the bright lights from Golden Saucer were visible. "Asuming that I am still in Nibelhim." Tifa bit her fingernail, nervous at the thought of being taken away from her home.
BAM!
Tifa jumped at the sound of a gun being fired. Her heart began to beat a million beats a minute. Just what she needed; stuck in a house with a lunatic. And to make it worse he has a gun.
Tifa waited patently by the door; listening for another shot. To her relief, there was no other. She stepped out the door into an elegant hall. This new room was very well lit. She was on the second floor of an enormous mansion. There on ceiling hung a beautiful chandler. the walls held lovely paintings and just below her to the left was a lovely grand piano.
'Wow! I would love to know what it feels like to play that beauty!'
Music could be heard in the distance. "A party maybe? or a radio?" she asked herself.
Thud!
Tifa gasped at that sound. She covered her mouth, hoping beyond hope that whoever it was did not hear her. 'It sounded like it came from down stairs.'
Edging her way toward the rail she saw the figure of a man. Although she could see his silhouette, she could not see anything else; nothing on his face, not even the color of his clothes. He was standing over a body, of a man, who was wearing a dark blue business suit.
'I've seen that suit before, he was a Turk.' Blood began to soak the wooden floor. Tifa continued to stare that the figure, fear began to fill her body. Her eyes began to fill with tears. The figure turned slowly toward her. He raised his gun, aiming it right at her head.
'No, please.' Tifa backed away slowly, so not to startle the man, looking for a way out. 'What is it you want from me?'
Your life.