A/N: Okay, so I know I make a lot of OC POV fanfics, but this came into my head one night, and I worked with it. The picture of Cry can be found on deviant art, my name on it is Cryoflostsouls.

Title: Runaway Nightmares

Summary: What happens when a ShinRa test subject runs away and is found by none other then two turks? Will ShinRa take her in, or will she be put back on the street?

Rated: T, just in case for later chapters.

Disclaimers: I do not own anything Final Fantasy related, Square enix does.

Chapter 1: Prolouge

Runaway Nightmares

THUMP THUMP THUMP! My feet made the continuous sound as I ran through the streets of Edge. Running for my life that is…literally.

My name is Cry Sieren, age 15, and living my life as one of ShinRa's test subjects. Go ahead, ask me something about ShinRa. I know the answer. I even know about the elite SOLDIER unit, Deepground. I've even met some of the Tsviets. The colored Tsviets.

Not that I was important. I was just used to see how much mako a human body could withstand, and to be used as a practice fight target, though I never really got hurt too bad. Just my arm almost being cut off.

Well, actually, as I said before, I had met the three of the Tsviets, but it had always been at the receiving end of a gun or sword, or EM sabre in some cases. Well, after 9 years of this, I decided to escape. After 2 years of planning, I ran. Now, I kinda wished I had just stayed there. My feet were cut and bleeding, because I had no shoes, and I could barely even feel my limbs.

Well that's what you get for trying to run away in the middle of Winter! my conscious yelled at me. "Shut up…" I mumbled. My wavy dirty blonde hair flew behind me, and was getting more tangled - if that's possible - by the second. Snowflakes flew onto my face and got stuck in my eyelashes.

I was almost sure no one was following me, but I wanted to be safe. So far, if I could remember correctly, I had been running for…say 2 hours? Take or give one. My problem? I had no idea where I was, ShinRa scientists were the only people who knew I existed, I had no where to go, and I was wearing a loose T-shirt, light jeans, some torn, holey shoes, and it was 9 degrees Farenheit outside today.

My feet slowed involuntarily slowed down, and then came to a complete stop.

I felt my legs collapse beneath me, and darkness clouded my vision. I could feel a wall behind me, and ice covering the cement street, and…I could hear footsteps. Voices.

"Hey, Reno! Come over here!" I could hear someone kneel down beside me.

"What is it, yo?"

"There's a girl here, looks like she passed out." more footsteps.

"Woah! Look, she has a ShinRa mark. A runaway?"

"Looks like a test subject. Poor girl, she looks like she's my age."

"Wanna take her back?"

"Of course I do! She looks like she might be sick to…"

"Come on, we'll take her back to ShinRa headquarters."

"Yeah…come on, help me pick her up."

"Alright Cissnei."