C-H-A-N: okay this story is based off an idea my friend and I had, because we are just that cool. I realize that my spelling and grammar leave a lot to be desired though, but that is why my friend is editing it for me, and she is an amazing writer, at least in my opinion, and is way better than myself at writing. I'll shut up and let you read this story now, if you still want to. Also this story is mainly OC's so if that's not anything you like to leave go ahead and leave. Also the first few chapters have nothing to do with Final Fantasy 7, but I would like for people to have insight on my characters first, so this is still going to be a FF7 story, so don't worry. Oh and here are the links to how the characters look in this story.
12 year old Sarah: .com/albums/vv269/Green-eyed-alien/?action=view¤t=1187537247_&newest=1
12 year old Madeline: .com/albums/vv269/Green-eyed-alien/?action=view¤t=&newest=1
16 year old Sarah: .com/albums/vv269/Green-eyed-alien/?action=view¤t=&newest=1
16 year old Madeline: .com/albums/vv269/Green-eyed-alien/?action=view¤t=anime_&newest=1
22 year old Sarah: .com/albums/vv269/Green-eyed-alien/?action=view¤t=&newest=1
22 year old Madeline: .com/albums/vv269/Green-eyed-alien/?action=view¤t=1199044844_&newest=1
and seeing as i didn't put this in, here is the link to my friends account, who is not only helping me edit/write this story she is writing Madeline's POV so here is the link, if you like this story go read the other POV: .net/u/1954989/ARTEMIS13_MAXIMUS
Intro
How in the world did I end up in this situation? This question seems to come up on every mission I go on lately. Every time I try to think clearly about my future, to do my work as I should, that question returns to haunt me: How did I get here? How did all of this happen? Hmm curious now are you my dear listeners. Well I guess first I should tell you a little bit about myself and how I managed to get stuck in this situation in the first place. Fourteen years, of training, of hunting and this is the first time the account of my life, and that of my partner's will be set down. Maybe someday, after all this is resolved and ended, someone will return to read this, and they will know what we have sacrificed, what we lost, and what we did. I'm writing this so our actions may live on, and that our story will never be lost. To start with, my name is Sarah, yes quite the normal boring name I know, but it seems to fit me quite well at least according to my partner. My partner's name is Madeline, though since right after we first met I gave her the nickname of Mads, because: first off she is completely insane, and secondly it is much easier to spell and to say, at least in my opinion. My looks are quite normal at first glance, I have short ear-length white hair, stunning red eyes which are my favorite part about myself, slim-rimmed glasses that I hardly wear, a small but average enough chest, and I stand around five foot seven inches. Where as my partner has dirty blonde hair the goes down to her shoulders, beautiful blue eyes, like me she has glasses and she also refuses to wear them, she has a slightly larger chest than I have, and she stands at around five feet six inches which constantly annoys her since I am slightly taller. To start from the very beginning, the two of us have been really close friends since late elementary school; we even started to become part of each other's family. Those childhood days were some of the happiest we would know. Because we were such close friends it only made sense that we would become partners later on in life. No, not in the meaning that we were a couple, even though we act like it at times, but in the sense that we became business partners. Now what business you might ask? Many people have given many different names to what our business is, but I will leave it to you to decide on what to call our business after I tell you our stories. Though before I try to figure out where to start this story, which is by no means a life-account, I should explain the relationship between Madeline and me in a little more detail. Like I said before, we met in the later years of our elementary schooling years, but we did not go to what most people would consider school. We went to a school that trained us how to fight, how to be stronger, and how to kill. Yes kill.There is no point in disguising the truth, though it may shock some. Especially a truth that is so common, despite what many say. However it really was not as bad as most would think, it was almost like a boarding school, we still learned normal things such as history, math, grammar, we just also had many classes that were supposed to desensitize us, to make us cold blooded killers, to teach us not to think when we pulled the trigger or struck the final, death blow. All for that bloody company Shinra. I loath and despise them, and not for what they put me through, I am glad for that because it gave me a chance to meet my other half, my best friend, Madeline. No, the hate isn't from what has happened to myself, it is from all those innocents killed, and the corruption of those not killed. I, to this day, still have yet to understand why exactly Shinra trained us, and to be killers nonetheless. Though their plan will back fire, we will stop them one day, assuming we get out of this mess first. I guess I should tell you about what our mess is now that I have had a chance to rant, and tell useless information about myself. Now where to start…………
