I, the Author had decided to rewrite this story, upon rewriting this story I got help from my brother and his genius. therefore making it longer and so I had to delete the story completely and now it is three chapters and not two. Anyways, hope you enjoy.
Also remember this is an offshoot of the FF7 story.
Sephiroth and Cloud both stand ready with swords in hand. They are covered in blood, but whose blood is not known for sure to them. As Cloud stood there he thought about all the things that had led up to this moment. So much struggle, so much strife (hehe). His eyes glazed over as he thought about all this; much to Sephiroth's delight. The ex-general of the Shinra army took this opportunity to make his move against the reluctant leader of the group that had tried so hard to stop him, AVALANCHE.
As Sephiroth dashed towards Cloud, the eyes of Cloud began to come back into focus. They lost that glazed look and had in them a look of determination, and Cloud felt a renewed sense of resolve. For the first time since he began his mental journey, he looked at Sephiroth. In the space of a few seconds, Sephiroth would be upon. At this revelation, he quickly tried to prepare for the assault. He began to bring his massive sword up in defense, when he saw the ex-general's figure blur. The next thing he felt was an intense pain coming from somewhere on his right side. He tried to continue to bring his sword up, when he realized he wasn't holding it. He looked for it quickly; and he found it just as quickly. His feeling of relief at finding his weapon of choice, the Ragnarok, quickly faded, however. He discovered that he was in fact still holding onto the sword. The only problem with this picture, of course, was the fact that his shoulder was no longer holding onto his arm. As the reality of what Sephiroth had done set in, Cloud's mind went into a state of shock.
How had he moved so quickly? Is this really happening? How could this be happening? Why?
While his mind was in this state of shock, Sephiroth capitalized on it by further incapacitating Cloud. He ran him through with his great and terrible sword, the Masamune. It was not a lethal blow, however. He wanted to torture Cloud with life as he watched his friends die. The Masamune went through Cloud's torso on his right side. It was a clean strike, and Sephiroth quickly pulled free his sword so as to save the younger man's life.
The entire group had somehow been allowed the chance to view this battle, and, when they saw Sephiroth strike, they cries out together in shock, anger, frustration, and grief. Many of Cloud's thoughts were echoed in their minds as they saw Cloud die. Sepiroth looked up at them, daring any one of them to challenge him. No one had any willpower to move or think, no one except for Vincent Valentine.
He cried out when he saw what Sephiroth had done, but he had the presence of mind from the training he received as a Turk to not linger on emotions. He assessed the situation and all possible outcomes of it. He had to consider the new horde of monsters that was approaching as well. The group had defeated the first wave of monsters easily enough, but the second wave consisted of the slower, more powerful monsters. They were no threat alone, but in groups, they were deadly. He thought of all this in a moment, and reluctantly decided on the best course of action. With their leader dead or dying, and no hope of beating Sephiroth as well as fending off the horde of monsters too, his decision was to pull out. He communicated this to the others in a powerful voice that echoed off of the crater's walls. "We have to escape! It is our only chance! We must leave NOW!" Somehow, the group all reacted to his statement. They did not react with argument or stupidity, they simply obeyed. They were all in that same state of shock; the kind of shock that prevents thought. They all started to make their way up the crater when there came a loud crashing noise. The Highwind had come to rescue them.
Sephiroth watched and listened to the group as Vincent told them they had to leave. He laughed at them. They were trying to escape. Then, he saw it coming as he felt the crater walls begin to protest. The Highwind. He kicked himself mentally for not disposing of the group when he had had the chance. They would make it to the Highwind long before he could catch up with them. He kicked himself again for his own overconfidence. He simply stood and watched as AVALANCHE escaped in the Highwind. Sephiroth came out of the crater after a few moments of running. These Sprint Shoes really do work, he thought to himself. He would have to get the man who invented them into his service soon, he thought.
Sephiroth watched as the Highwind quickly slipped into the distance. Then he looked upon the damage the Meteor had done to the planet. The damage was a wonderful sight, as far as he was concerned. His thoughts drifted to the coming months of taking over and making everyone obey and accept his command; either through resignation or death. Which it was didn't matter to him in the least. The damage that was done to Midgar was dwarfed and simply put aside when Meteor collided with the planet. It wasn't just going to destroy Midgar, it was bent on taking the planet with it. The lifestream somehow saved the planet from complete destruction, but just barely. The whole eastern side of the Eastern continent was utterly destroyed. Midgar and Calm were obliterated, a tidal wave washed out Wutai, and the Chocobo Ranch was made desolate through Meteor's destruction. On the main bridge of the Highwind, Cait Sith slumped over and the cat fell onto the floor. It would never again talk to them, anger them, annoy them, betray them, or distract them again. For this they were all silently thankful as the Highwind sped off into the distance.