Final Weapon
Disclaimer: Okay, I do not own Final Fantasy 7 or any of the characters I used in my story. Are you legal people happy?! No pleading will get Squaresoft to yield and so, as of today, I do not own Final Fantasy 7, and I will probably never acquire enough money to ever hope to own Final Fantasy 7. Ok, venting done, read on and enjoy!
Author's Note's: This is my first story, there, I admitted it. Don't flame me please if you think that this story is bad. I have never tried this before, a little mercy?
Why are you doing this..?
The saber sliced through the air and found its target in her back, piercing directly through. Amazingly, no blood seeped out, and she held a perfectly serene expression on her visage, despite the dulling pain. A cruel smile taunted her on the face of her murderer.
You know...
Satisfied with his execution, the steel-haired angel pulled his saber, the Masamune, so subtly his victim remained suspended in mid-air for a mere fraction of a second. Her hair ribbon slid loose, and its clasp sang, tinkling as it fell.
I don't understand...
Her hands became unclasped from its praying position and her arms opened, ready to freeze eternally. Though her strength was limited, she struggled to give a smile to comfort her friends. His saber was sheathed once again, and he levitated upwards, warning her sweet Cloud of something. Afterwards, leaving a memorabilia for her friends to decimate.
But I have done all I can...
She felt her life energy ebb slowly away. With an inaudible gasp, her lips opened to spill out her holy blood. Only a droplet actually fell forward, and the crystal clearness of the altar was forever tainted with her life.
My friends...
She slumped forward so slightly, time seemed to yawn. A pair of arms propped her against the altar's cool walls. She gave a final glance at her friends.
Always remember...
Her eyes closed gently, her hands relaxed. Every muscle in her body seemed as if it had never worked, their laxness helped ease her into a state of release.
To have...
She strained to open her lips and let loose the most powerful weapon she knew of. Though her friends could not hear or see her whisper it, she tried to say it anyway. Her spirit left before she could give them her precious gift, and the strongest feeling of anguish she could undergo slammed into her. She wanted to cry, do anything, but she couldn't and she screamed the last word, and it did not even come out as a whisper, she was too far deceased. Her tears were shed, and yet, they did not fall upon her mortal body. Good-bye my friends, she thought, her true final thought. Even though, her final word had been...
Hope...
That's the end right there. I hope that you enjoyed the story, please review it. I would like any good criticism. If you want to e-mail me personally, my address is EdenNight71587@yahoo.com. Thanks a lot, and I will try and write more stories, look for a new one in Parasite Eve's section. Good Reading!