Authors note : This story is based before ANY events of FFVII. It shows my version of how the Turks got together. Enjoy ;) And PLEASE review. Don't read and run!


Chapter 1 – Just another day

Elena slammed her locker shut, making the door behind her rattle. Another two hours of this to suffer. Why was this happening? Everyone seemed to hate her all of a sudden. Even her closest friends seemed to have grown distance these past few days. Well it didn't matter, two weeks from now she would never have to see any of these idiots again. She turned around to meet a pair of eyes, glaring down on her.

"Yes?" Elena asked keeping her temper. This girl, Claudia, had been pissing her off all day.

"Don't think I don't know what you're doing. Stop screwing my boyfriend or you will regret it. Don't think I'm joking."

Elena sighed. Boys, boys, boys. Was that all these girls ever thought about? Mini-skirts, make-up, sex and drugs were the only topics she heard these sluts talk about.

"You try to scare me, it's not working," Elena said, "I don't even know who your boyfriend is."

"Don't play dumb with me." Claudia grabbed her wrist. "Fucking slut. Get your own boyfriend." Elena laughed. That was rich…

Claudia took something out of her pocket, it only took Elena a second to see what it was; a penknife. She put it close to Elena's wrist. She knew she would do it, she'd seen it happen. Elena closed her eyes, waiting. But it never came.

Opening her eyes, the first thing she saw was Claudia's face, which for some reason, was etched in fear. The hand with the pen-knife was held loosely at her side. Elena's muscles relaxed and she opened her eyes completely. A hand had a tight grip on Claudia's shoulder. Elena looked at him, shocked. He had flaming red hair, blue eyes, impossibly pale skin and a smirk to unnerve even the sturdiest of people.

"You don't wanna be trying that one." He whispered into Claudia's ear. He pulled something out of his own pocket; a real knife, and put it at her throat. It didn't take an idiot to work out that he was only joking, but Claudia was less than an idiot. She screamed and escaped from his grip, running as fast as she could down the stairs. The man pocketed the knife and made his way through the door behind Elena, smiling at her. She didn't know who he was, or what had just happened, but she felt safer than she had through the whole of her school life.