This is a continuation of my Childhood story, where the three siblings finally experience freedom, only to have it immediatly taken away.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, except Storm. Damnit. :D

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"This is really fucked up," Cloud said to his siblings in their language, as they were paraded through the grounds of the ShinRa building. Their first time outside, and they had barely even caught a glimpse of the bright blue sky. Storm and Sephiroth were watching everyone with calm eyes, no expression on their faces. Sephiroth only nodded to Cloud's words, glancing down at the girl that was walking between them. She was glaring at Hojo's back, her hands unconsciously wrapping around the hilts of the daggers attached to her thighs.

"Can I kill him yet?" Storm asked quietly, and smirked as Hojo glanced over his shoulder with suspicious eyes. They never spoke normally in front of him, unless they needed to answer a direct question. Both boys snorted in amusement, shaking their heads as Hojo herded them into an elevator that was occupied by a couple other people. One was a young man, maybe their age that had shockingly bright red hair, and pale blue eyes. He was standing next to a man who had dark hair pulled back into a ponytail, and a little red dot in the middle of his forehead.

"Hey, what does the red dot mean?" Storm asked suddenly, sliding around all of them to look up at the man with the ponytail. He looked down at her with a scathing glare, that she returned with a small smirk, and raised an eyebrow.

"Storm, that is Tseng, the head of the Turks," Hojo said, his voice calm, but to the two boys who had grown up with the man, they could easily read the apprehension in those dark eyes. Storm shrugged, never taking her eyes off the dark ones that were glaring down at her.

"So? It's an honest question. People don't normally walk around with spots on their foreheads," she said, her voice pleasant. Cloud and Sephiroth brought their hands up to cover their mouths, as they snickered in amusement. They both had the same thought. Their sister had never been one for modesty.

"It tells everyone that I'm dedicated to the greater good of the people," Tseng said quietly, the glare in his eyes softening slightly as they turned curious.

"You're a Turk. How is doing the dirty work for a corrupt company dedicated to the greater good?" she asked, but her voice wasn't condescending. If anything, it was honestly curious, something that Tseng guessed at, because he didn't turn angry. His eyes did turn thoughtful though.

"The greater good can mean many things, little one." The two boys and scientist expected her to lash out at being called little one, but she only continued to stare at the man with an avid curiosity. "The things that we Turks do may not be acceptable to most people, but you must ask yourself: How many lives am I saving by killing this one man?" The elevator chimed, and Tseng and the red head said a quiet good day, leaving the three siblings to stare after them in contemplative silence. Tseng wouldn't know for many years exactly how deeply his small speech affected them.

The doors slid shut, and Hojo rounded on her, his hand to her throat as he slammed her against the wall, hard enough to have broken bones with anyone who wasn't enhanced as they were. Immediately, two swords were crossed over his throat, somehow managing it in the cramped elevator. Hojo swallowed, Storm smirked, and Cloud and Sephiroth removed their swords as Hojo released her, stepping back. His normal smirk returned in record time though.

"How dare you speak to him? He is a nothing, and you are to have no further contact with him," Hojo hissed. Storm laughed, crossing her arms over her chest as the two boys reattached their swords, moving to lean against the wall next to their sister.

"I will do whatever I damn well please. Are you going to stop me?" her voice had lowered dangerously, eyes beginning to glow softly with her anger. Hojo only watched for a moment, his eyes flicking back and forth across the three young, yet old faces in front of him. Finally, he shook his head, turning his entire body back to face the doors of the elevators, nervously pushing his glasses up his nose. He had never been scared of anyone in his life, but since the night that the three had appeared in his bedroom, instead of only Storm, he learned fear of other human beings.

The elevator chimed once again, and the three noticed that they were at the very top floor. Hojo stepped out, and the three followed, stopping once they got to a large hallway, one side nothing but large, very clear windows. They stood and stared out at a world they had never seen before, mesmerized. The sky was a bright blue with a few wispy clouds, the sun shining down on a city that gleamed. They knew that the city was actually on top of a large plate that covered more housing beneath, but in their fourteen years of life, they hadn't seen anything more beautiful.

"This is ours now," Sephiroth said quietly, all three of them ignoring the fuming scientist behind them.

"Yes," Cloud said simply. The three gave each other small smiles, and turned as one to begin walking down the hallway again, leaving the scientist to growl softly, and follow them. The three knew where they were going, as they stopped in front of the door to the Presidents office, pushing it open without even announcing their presence. The President was sitting behind his desk, smoking a cigar and staring idly out the window when they walked in. As the door opened, he turned, a look of pure hatred crossing his features.

"If I didn't need you three so badly," his hissed, and all three laughed.

"But you do, so your not going to have us killed," Cloud said, crossing his arms over his chest and assuming an arrogant stance.

"Besides, if you have us killed, where will all the people interested in SOLDIER put their money?" Sephiroth asked, a smirk gracing his features. Storm said nothing, only watched in amusement as the Presidents face became redder then normal. Sephiroth began to glance around, bored already. Cloud was tapping his foot to a beat that only he could hear, his air of not caring very obvious.

"When do we leave?" Storm asked quietly, her arms crossed over her chest. The President was taken aback by her words, but quickly gathered himself.

"You are to be deployed tomorrow, along with a squad of Army dicks, to the northern part of Wutai. We already have a base set up, but it has been under siege for the past week. If the three of you can break the siege, then all the money that went into creating you will have been well spent," the man concluded, chuckling softly at his own witty – at least that's what he thought – comment. He watched warily as Storm only smiled, and began walking over to him, her steps slow and methodical. Once she was to the desk, Sephiroth and Cloud smirked, watching their sister with anticipation glowing in their eyes. They knew what she was about to do, but neither the President nor Hojo did. She leaned across the desk, and still with the smile on her face, she beckoned the man to lean forward, which he did with trepidation. She then backhanded him in a movement so quick, that only Cloud and Sephiroth followed it. To the other two, it was merely a blur.

"Fuck you," she murmured, her voice pleasant. Then she turned on her heel, and ran out the door in a blur, her two brothers turning swiftly and following her.

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Somehow, the three had found the maintenance hatch that led to the roof of the tall building, and the three now sat with their legs dangling over the edge.

"Is this really what we want to do?" Cloud asked quietly. He tried to quiet the feeling of dread that was blossoming in his chest. He wanted no part in this war, but they were expected to be good soldiers, and follow directions. He heard his brother sigh softly, and turned his head slightly to get a better look.

"We're puppets. To be moved by ShinRa in anyway they seem fit," he said, his words bitter. He didn't like this anymore then his siblings. They were being used, and even in his short life, he had his fill of being used.

"I don't want to do this," Storm whispered, allowing her own fears to come to the surface. She only allowed this in their presence, never while someone else was around, no matter who it was. None of them thought that this was fair, having gotten enough of a summary of why they were at war. "How is it fair to go to war with an entire nation, just because they don't want ShinRa to rule their lives? I don't want to do this. I don't want to kill people, I don't want the war, and I don't want to possibly lose the two of you." She hooked the heels of her boots on the edge, and pressed her face into her hands, letting the tears flow from her eyes. Both boys put their arms around her, tears gathering in their eyes as well.

"What else can we do?" Sephiroth said quietly, laying his head on her shoulder. "How far could we run from the company that controls the Planet? How long could we hide before they found us?" He felt the truth of his words settle in, as Storm regained control of herself. She lifted her head up, looking between two pairs of eyes that had identical emotions in them. She sighed, feeling the same resigned acceptance that she had seen with them. They didn't have a choice. A noise behind them had all three on their feet, bodies tense with the perceived threat, and weapons out.

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Tseng stopped, only half of his upper body through the hatch to the roof. Seeing the three standing there, faces stoic and eyes narrowed, prepared for anything, made him pause. They were young, obviously, but the look in their eyes showed that they had been through more then he even wanted to imagine. A Turks training was hard, potentially dangerous, and it made him wonder what these teens had been though to make them so naturally suspicious. He let them see who it was without moving again, and curiously it was the girl who put her weapons away first, the other two following her lead. Interesting, he thought, as he climbed the rest of the way out.

Standing, he approached the three warily, making sure not to show his small thrill of fear as the three softly glowing eyes watched his every move.

"The President requested your presence," he said quietly, and filed away the look of pure hated that filled the girls, and blonds eyes. The silver one only had a look of mild distaste, which told him that the other two had a more personal interest in the President. As the girl, Storm her name was, snarled, he had to smile slightly. He felt bad for the President, because he knew one day that this short, waif of a girl was going to kill him.

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"He can go fuck himself. We have nothing to say to that bastard," she growled out, her hands wrapping around the hilts of the daggers. She noticed Tseng watching, and immediately let them go, pushing all her emotions down. She knew that they had already given away too much when they reacted to the mention of the President. It was a Turks job to watch, noticing every detail and filing it away. Cloud and Sephiroth both followed her example, until the three were watching the man with no emotion in their faces or eyes, no telling sign in their relaxed bodies. Cloud knew Tseng had noticed, when the mans slight curiosity chilled, giving them his own blank face.

"You can use a helicopter, correct?" Storm asked, causing the man to narrow his eyes slightly in surprise.

"Yes," he replied, and she smiled slightly.

"Then take us to Wutai, now," she said, and Tseng had a hard time disobeying the command that was clear in her voice. Instead, he crossed his arms over his chest, leveling a flat glare at them. The kids are made of stern stuff, he thought, respect for the three starting to blossom.

"Why would I take you, when you are going to leave in the morning?" he asked, and she only shrugged. They started walking towards him, three obvious predators, and he tensed. They skirted around him, Cloud opening the hatch and disappearing down, quickly followed by Sephiroth. Storm stopped, her hand on the door.

"Is this the right thing to do?" she asked quietly, and Tseng narrowed his eyes. He knew what she was asking of him, and he would regret his answer to the day he died.

"I think it's needed," he answered, and watched silently as she nodded, then jumped down, the hatch slamming shut after her.

~x~x~x~

The next hour found the three of them in the basement, keys in hands. It had been absurdly easy to get the keys to the beautiful motorcycles that they had stopped and admired. As they were swinging their legs over the machines, they all turned as footsteps hurried towards them.

"You're not leaving without me," the boy from a couple years ago said as he slowed down, a set of keys in his hand. Storm and Cloud struggled to remember his name, and they both narrowed their eyes at Sephiroth as he gave the other boy a wide smile.

"Angeal, I didn't know you were supposed to be coming with us," he said, and Storm slapped her forehead, while Cloud cursed at himself. Angeal laughed quietly, and settled his bulky, muscular frame astride another motorcycle.

"I'm going with you, but Genesis isn't, at least not yet," he commented as he looked between them. Cloud narrowed his eyes, vaguely remembering the red head that had been with Angeal.

"Why not?" he asked, and Angeal smirked, sliding the key into the ignition, but he hesitated to start it.

"He's only eleven," Angeal said quietly, and the other three nodded. They knew they were only fourteen, but somewhere while they were being tortured, or injected with Gaia knows what, eleven became jaded. The way Angeal had said that, made them all believe that Genesis didn't quite have the maturity yet to handle war.

"How'd you find us?" Storm asked abruptly, looking at Angeal with suspicious eyes. The other teen only smirked, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back against the bike.

"It wasn't hard. Three teens, with your hair and eye color? You kind of stand out. All I had to do was ask the right people, and they said you were headed down here. I was in the room when Tseng informed the President that the three of you were going to find someway to get to Wutai before the morning. Honestly, I'm surprised you don't have soldiers down here stopping you," he commented offhand, which made the three look quickly over their shoulders, and then start the motorcycles right after. Angeal followed their lead, and the four hit their throttles, and headed down the ramp that would lead out, only to be stopped by two soldiers who were pointing rifles at them, and more importantly, a steel door. They all stopped, Storm in the lead, with Cloud and Sephiroth at her sides, and Angeal directly behind.

"If you don't get out of our way, so help me Gaia I will cut you down," Storm growled, releasing the handles and slowly unsheathing her two scimitars. Angeal marveled at how it seemed like silver lightning played over the dark purple finish whenever they moved. Having grown up with a father who was a blacksmith, who made the large sword that rested on his back, he knew a well-made weapon when he saw one, and all the weapons the teens in front of him were top quality. His musings were cut short when the two soldiers cocked their weapons, arrogant looks on their faces.

"Oh please you little bitch," the one on the right said, and the two brothers smirked, quickly backing up their bikes, and Angeal quickly following suit. He didn't need any prodding when he saw that her blades were beginning to glow a light lilac.

"You steal ShinRa property, threaten our lives, and now try to intimidate us with your light show? Oh you're an uppity bitch," the one on the left said, and then both men laughed, the sound condescending. Storm laughed softly, and hitting the kickstand of the bike, she slid off. Both men in front of her opened fire at the same time, but her speed was even more then her two brothers. She easily deflected the bullets, her mind filled with a cold static. When they stopped firing, the light around her blades grew brighter, and she swiftly executed what would become her signature move.

The soldiers stared at her for a moment, their jaws open in complete shock, before they fell to the floor in bite-size pieces. They all heard a metallic groan, and then the door too fell apart in hundreds of pieces.

"What do you call that?" Angeal asked, staring with awe at the bloody pieces of meat and steel. She looked over her shoulder at him, before back to the destruction in front of her.

"I've never really thought about it," she said, before walking back to her bike, and began rolling the machine over the pile of rubble, easily picking it up and lifting it over when needed. The other three followed her lead, Cloud and Sephiroth exchanging amused smirks at the look of complete adoration Angeal was showing. They all got the bikes over, and as they remounted, she looked back at him, smirking.

"Fall to Pieces?" she said, and then grinned. Angeal blinked as Cloud and Sephiroth began howling with laughter, and then he joined in, experiencing their dark humor for the first time. The four gunned the engines, not noticing the pair of dark eyes that were watching from a window as they roared out of the ShinRa complex.

Gaia help the Wutai, Tseng thought with awe and respect. If those boys are anything like her, there might not be a country left when their done.