Some of the characters in this story, and all of the towns and powers do not belong to me, they belong to the creative minds of squaresoft ^_^

Project S

Written by: Jessica Davis

My soft raven towel slipped to the floor welcoming the cool air to my naked body as I stepped into the shower. The faucet squeaked as I turned the knobs and the hot water poured out immediately blanketing me. It had actually been a while since my last shower, but this one was as much soothing as all of the others had been. I closed my eyes as the water splashed against my face, and began to remember the phone call that I had gotten earlier from my cousin. She wanted me to come over for the reopening of her tavern, because it had been closed as she was making repairs. She was always that way, tinkering with machines and trying out new things. She had a models body, which always attracted the men, but they never interested her, so she ignored them. And though that made them want her more, they dare not tred too close, that Tifa sure had an iron fist. Well I had declined her offer. The reopening meant a lot of people, and I never really was too good in front of other people. Another downside is that I was always brought in the middle of Tifa's conversations.

I smirked as I remembered when she had told her best friend, Jessy of the time when as children, she and I climbed the pipe in the wall market to look at the Shinra building. It always fascinated us and we always giggled at the thought of what rich people did with their money. Although that night on the pipe my leg had gotten caught in a wire as I tried to get closer, and I fell the full three stories down. I was in coma for a year.

I opened up my eyes and grabbed the shampoo bottle, then dumped a glob of it onto my head and set it back. I massaged it in as the water slid the soap down my body, and disappeared into the drain. As I reached for the conditioner, a cold clammy hand wrapped its fingers around my wrist, and pulled me out onto the floor. I stared blankly for a moment, confused, then pulled my head up and caught the sight of two pairs of eyes staring at me. Without a second thought, the sound of a gun being cocked clicked next to my ear, and I could feel the cold barrel press against my wet hair.

"Get up!" the owner of the gun commanded. I glanced at him. He was accompanied by another man, and the only part of their faces that I could see were their mouths. The rest of their heads were hidden behind a blue helmet. I began to pull myself up, swearing under my breath. My towel was thrown at me, and I gave a cold stare to the other man as I wrapped myself, he was grinning. It was obvious what he was thinking, the horny bastard, and if he had been close enough, I would've ripped his balls off! Even with the gun to my head.

"Get dressed!" the first continued, pointing his free hand to my room. From the attitude and the uniforms they wore, I could immediately tell that they were from SOLDIER, Damn I hated them. Those sons of bitches murdered my best friend, Max, when he tried to start a rebellion against Shinra. I had been away with Tifa visiting a friend at the chocobo ranch when he was killed. I slipped on some jeans from my bed, then threw on a rugged t-shirt, which I picked up from the floor. As soon as it had fully covered my upper body, the cold barrel poked at my back.

"Move!" the man commanded, continuously jabbing me with his pistol. I growled a little, but began to walk. Honestly though, I was holding myself back from completely slaughtering the two foot soldiers. But I wanted to know why they had come to my home, and its pretty hard getting information out of a corpse. They forced me out of my home and I stared at a long black limo that welcomed me like the arms of death. It was the only shiny thing in the slums, this hell of a city. But those who tried to leave were killed, for not paying, or just couldn't afford it. The sky couldn't be seen because of that god awful plate built around the core of the Shinra building. I was forced to the car, and pulled the metal black door open, then scooted inside. The seats were black leather and the car was filled with the thick awful smell of too much cologne, and smoke from a lit cigar, which was being puffed on by another man in the vehicle. When I was seated in the middle, the two soldiers sat on both sides of me, and the man on the other side was enshrouded with shadows, so I couldn't see his face, only his outline.

The light of the fired cigar bounced in the darkness of the car, and the foot soldiers did nothing but stare blankly at the other side straight ahead of them. They knew better than to give their "boss" a wrong look. Even the perv knew better than to look at me while in his presence. The car was quiet, and I could do nothing but follow the bouncing light. I wanted to know who he was. Although I had had a pretty good idea. I snarled just at the thought of it being that fat Industrial pig, Shinra. But then again, he wouldn't ride in the same car as his bootlickers. My concentration turned to the fact of wondering where we actually

where, the windows were too dark to gaze out of. Not that I really wanted to though, the city was nothing but slums. Full of thieving bastards who rape women and slit the throats of children for looking at them wrong. And that bastard…Shinra…was responsible for it all.