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Wrong Turn

Chapter 2

Tifa had been waiting for what seemed like forever. Washing glass after glass, she was wondering and worrying where Cloud was. He should have been home by now, it was past midnight. What had been taking him so long?

"Come on, Cloud. What's keeping you?" Tifa thought.

She had been waiting outside for ages!

She waited outside for a little longer, and then she finally headed back inside the Seventh Heaven.

"I could call him, but...Would he even answer his phone?"

She didn't want to bother him while he was out driving, but…she was just too worried. The brunette decided to take the chance and call him. Heading over to the phone, Tifa Lockhart was just about to Dial the blonde's number, when it rang in her gentle grasp.

"Maybe it's Cloud, beating me to it." She wondered

Already holding the phone, she pressed talk, in hopes she would hear her blonde crush on the other line.

"Hello?" Tifa answered with her usual sweet tone.

"Hello…Tifa." The other person answered back.

Eyes bugging out, she couldn't believe her ears. The voice she had heard was definitely not Cloud's.

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Cloud awoke with a sharp, agonizingly painful feeling in his right shoulder, and also a big headache. Yet he didn't understand why. The last thing he remembered was driving down that strange path and then…nothing…

Opening his eyes slowly, Cloud looked around, as well as he could with his blurred vision, to get a view of his surroundings.

It was a dark room, lit dimly with a small ceiling fixture. As his vision cleared, he also noticed a small wooden table with a few chairs around it, a fridge, and a worn-out couch. There was no carpet except for the rug in front of the couch, but that was worn-out as well. The rest of the room had a cold, unfinished floor.

He felt like he was kneeling…Why? He shouldn't be on the ground. He should be up; heading back to the Seventh Heaven…where was he anyways?

Cloud got up. Or rather, he tried to. Something was holding him there. He looked behind him, as much as his shoulder cried in protest, and noticed his hands were tied to a pole.

"What the…?" Cloud said.

He struggled a little, trying to loosen his bonds, but it was hopeless. Whoever tied him there, really didn't want him getting away.

Finally deciding to take a look at his aching shoulder, the sword wielder looked down at where the intense pain had come from.

"What…how did that happen?" Strife wondered.

His shoulder had a fairly wide wound, and it was still bleeding. Whatever, or whoever, had done that to him had done a pretty bad number on his shoulder. He would have a hard time using his sword now, would he have to use it to defend himself. Now that he thought about it…

Looking over his shoulder again, careful not to open the wound anymore, he tried to see if his sword was still in its rightful place…

Just as he thought…It was gone.

"Great…" he thought "Now what am I supposed to do?"

Almost out of nowhere, he heard somebody talking…but who? And…where?

It was coming closer now. Yes, the person was definitely approaching, and it made Cloud tense.

"If you do not do as you are told, Tifa…I'm afraid he will die. Now tell me where mother is!" The voice demanded. It sounded so familiar, but he just couldn't put a face to it.

"Tifa?!" What had Cloud gotten himself into? And why was that person threatening Tifa?

Cloud began to panic. He didn't know what to do, but he wanted to get out of this! Wait a second... "I'm afraid he will die..." was that person talking about him? They would have to be, everybody knows how close he and Tifa are!

The person who was giving death threats, and was most-likely also his captor, the blonde now realized, finally entered the room through a non-distinguishable curtain.

Medium-length silver hair, and a black leather outfit. And those eyes…so bright…so beautiful.

Cloud's mako-blue eyes widened as he realized who it was. And just as he did, the person turned to face him.

Kadaj.

"He is awake…I will let you talk to him. If you say anything other than what I told you, I will kill him over the phone. Understand?" Kadaj told the brunette.

Cloud heard Tifa say something, probably agreeing to Kadaj's demand. The silver-haired man placed the cell phone onto cloud's ear.

"Cloud?" he heard her say

"Tifa!" The blonde called in worry

"Cloud! Are you okay?!" she asked with a great amount of fear showing in her voice.

"I'm fine. How about you? What's going on here?!" Cloud questioned her.

"H-he said he wants my help finding Jenova for the reunion…Kadaj thinks that because I know you really well, and that you helped Reno and the others find Jenova's parts, that I'd know where they are too! They didn't ask you because they knew you wouldn't cooperate, so they used you as a hostage towards me! Cloud…I…I don't know what to do! I don't want to lose you!" Tifa stated, and then began to cry.

"Tifa! Tifa listen to me! Everything's going to be okay! Just get out of here! Don't listen to them! And don't worry about me, I'll figure out a way out of this! Just leave town and get help! Call Vincent, Cid, anybody, just-" Before Cloud could finish he felt something like rough fabric go into his mouth, and then tighten at the back of his head.

He turned around to see who had placed the gag in his mouth.

Longer silver hair than Kadaj's, same type of outfit, only with a coat.

Yazoo, Cloud remembered.

Now he remembered why his shoulder hurt. He remembered the gun shot. Yazoo must have been the one that shot him, causing the wound in his shoulder.

He glared at Yazoo, but could do nothing else. He was their prisoner now, and he didn't want to do anything too risky just yet.

"Cloud? Cloud! Cloud answer me!" He heard Tifa call over the phone

His eyes widened again, and he turned his head to the phone, resulting in a stinging sensation running through his shoulder. He didn't care right now; he just wanted to talk to Tifa!

Kadaj took the phone away from Cloud's ear and placed it on his own.

"Meet me at the Northern Cave in one hour. Any later and you will never see Cloud again." Kadaj ordered.

Before Tifa could protest, the silver-haired man hung up the phone.

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