I'm redoing this, it's not going to be as same as the version before. I made a lot of errors so since I need to stave off some righters block I'm going to redo one of my classics, or I should say firsts.
Chapter 1
Disclaimers: I do not own FF7 and the charaters in this story.
The wind whips around playfully, playing with stubborn blonde spikes. Cloud scans the land over the presimis he was crouching on, trying to remain hidden. The site before him is inhumane, dismal and sad. Slaves trudged wearily on their every day tasks. Everyone there is kidnaped from their villages, and torn away from there families. Cloud was lucky, they still had yet to get as far as his village. Wearily Cloud ducks back down and runs back to his village. The only hope his village had was to evacuate, especially Tifa. Nothing more could be done by him or anyone else.
Tifa was sick, in no shape to fight. A condition not fast in progress, but more slow and gradual. Barret disappeared into the past. Red XIII ran off with his family, he wanted no more to do with his old buddies. Cid was married and expecting his brat soon. Leaving just Cloud to fight, and that was something he was unable to do. Upon opening the door to his house he heard the unmistakable sound of the slavers... To late.
In desperation Cloud runs upstairs, and scooping Tifa up he makes a run for safety. Unfortunately a chocobo rider caught site of Cloud. Kicking his chocobo hard, he takes after Cloud. Pulling out his whip he cracks it across Clouds back, sending Cloud sprawling on top of Tifa. Skillfully the rider gets off his chocobo. The man grabs Clouds hair to look at his catch.
"Pathetic." He spits on Cloud.
Cloud swings back and elbows the guard in the face. The guard staggers backwards a few steps with a cuss. Angrily he pulls out his bulgur and beats on Cloud till Cloud is on the brink of unconsciousness.
"Let that be a lesson to you." The man hisses and shackles Cloud.
Having Cloud restrained, the man walks over to where Tifa lay motionless on the grass. With a quick glance he notices Tifa sickness. She was so scrawny and pale, her limbs showing bed sores from months in bed. Unsheathing his rusted, obviously rarely used sword he holds it in the air. Cloud watches wide eyed, with dimming vision, as the man raises it in the air. It first hit's her neck leaving a paper line cut. To the riders dislike it was dull. In creasing his power he hacks down again, Tifa's eyes open and her mouth drops in silent horror. Eight more painful hits before her head came off.
Cloud's stomach lurches than the world goes black.
****
"Wake up!" A harsh voice slices throw Clouds mind, than so does the pain of a foot in his gut.
Groaning Cloud struggles to his feet. Forcing his unfocused eyes to focus on his surroundings. People of his village stood all around him; Several of them crying heavy tears.
"Welcome to hell." The head guard growls. "For the rest of your miserable lives you'll be our slaves. There's traces of materia in these hills and your going to find it for us."
Cloud scoffs and looks towards a group of slaves that have been here awhile. Instantly one caught his eye. He had long grey hair, no shirt, barely anything covering his bottom half and scars borrowed into his skin. As the man turned Cloud blood freezes. Green eyes pierced is curious blue eyes-it was Sephiroth. These men managed to capture and slave the strongest man cloud knew besides himself.
Looking back at the head guard Cloud grimaces at the thought of what they had in store for them now. For there was no hope of a reasonable escape.
***
Muhahahahaha
Chapter 1
Disclaimers: I do not own FF7 and the charaters in this story.
The wind whips around playfully, playing with stubborn blonde spikes. Cloud scans the land over the presimis he was crouching on, trying to remain hidden. The site before him is inhumane, dismal and sad. Slaves trudged wearily on their every day tasks. Everyone there is kidnaped from their villages, and torn away from there families. Cloud was lucky, they still had yet to get as far as his village. Wearily Cloud ducks back down and runs back to his village. The only hope his village had was to evacuate, especially Tifa. Nothing more could be done by him or anyone else.
Tifa was sick, in no shape to fight. A condition not fast in progress, but more slow and gradual. Barret disappeared into the past. Red XIII ran off with his family, he wanted no more to do with his old buddies. Cid was married and expecting his brat soon. Leaving just Cloud to fight, and that was something he was unable to do. Upon opening the door to his house he heard the unmistakable sound of the slavers... To late.
In desperation Cloud runs upstairs, and scooping Tifa up he makes a run for safety. Unfortunately a chocobo rider caught site of Cloud. Kicking his chocobo hard, he takes after Cloud. Pulling out his whip he cracks it across Clouds back, sending Cloud sprawling on top of Tifa. Skillfully the rider gets off his chocobo. The man grabs Clouds hair to look at his catch.
"Pathetic." He spits on Cloud.
Cloud swings back and elbows the guard in the face. The guard staggers backwards a few steps with a cuss. Angrily he pulls out his bulgur and beats on Cloud till Cloud is on the brink of unconsciousness.
"Let that be a lesson to you." The man hisses and shackles Cloud.
Having Cloud restrained, the man walks over to where Tifa lay motionless on the grass. With a quick glance he notices Tifa sickness. She was so scrawny and pale, her limbs showing bed sores from months in bed. Unsheathing his rusted, obviously rarely used sword he holds it in the air. Cloud watches wide eyed, with dimming vision, as the man raises it in the air. It first hit's her neck leaving a paper line cut. To the riders dislike it was dull. In creasing his power he hacks down again, Tifa's eyes open and her mouth drops in silent horror. Eight more painful hits before her head came off.
Cloud's stomach lurches than the world goes black.
****
"Wake up!" A harsh voice slices throw Clouds mind, than so does the pain of a foot in his gut.
Groaning Cloud struggles to his feet. Forcing his unfocused eyes to focus on his surroundings. People of his village stood all around him; Several of them crying heavy tears.
"Welcome to hell." The head guard growls. "For the rest of your miserable lives you'll be our slaves. There's traces of materia in these hills and your going to find it for us."
Cloud scoffs and looks towards a group of slaves that have been here awhile. Instantly one caught his eye. He had long grey hair, no shirt, barely anything covering his bottom half and scars borrowed into his skin. As the man turned Cloud blood freezes. Green eyes pierced is curious blue eyes-it was Sephiroth. These men managed to capture and slave the strongest man cloud knew besides himself.
Looking back at the head guard Cloud grimaces at the thought of what they had in store for them now. For there was no hope of a reasonable escape.
***
Muhahahahaha