Final Fantasy 7 does not belong to me. Unfortunatley.(sp?)
The far to familiar scent of blood rose from the guy infront of me. It always turns out like this. They always resist and in the end they die. Why? Do they truly wish to? Or are they forced to keep their silence by an invisible force? Either way I hate it. The blood, guts, everything. I hate my job and life. It will end soon. I will end it. For now though I will just do what is expected of me and call Tseng to tell him that I've completed the job he gave me. Then I will leave. It will end. I know it. The only question is when? For now though I'll just go to the bar. I will forget everything the look of fright on his face, the smell of blood,everything. As I turn to leave I wonder how many have died by my hands and whether or not they should have been killed.
Just a small story that I thought up for Reno.