To kill cloud strife reimagined

(A/N So I basically just wrote a fanfic off my fanfic. This takes place in the middle of chapter 1 and changes things up drastically. Read on and enjoy)

It's gone. Clouds body is gone. I was walking back from putting Aerith in the car and somewhere in that five minutes his body disappeared, leaving behind only a pool of blood and a blond wig.

This is bad, this is really bad. Like there is a high probability I could die from this mistake. There are only two possibilities I can think of that happened, one somebody stole Clouds body or two Cloud got up and walked away. Considering I checked his pulse and he was definitely dead I think it's number one.

I walk back to the car to check on Aerith because if the thief stole Cloud they probably wanted Aerith too.

I was right. When I walked slowly up to the car I saw someone in a dress tugging at the handle of my car. Good thing I locked it. Being careful to stay in the shadows I crept up. I took out the knife in my boot in case things went south. Griping the knife harder I silently closed the gap between me and my thief.

He turned around and I gasped before I could stop myself. It was Cloud, I didn't recognize him from behind because his blond hair was matted in blood and I forgot until that moment he was wearing a dress. But that was him, and he saw me. We made eye contact for about 5 seconds, that's when I noticed instead of his blue eyes they were pulsing green. I jumped at him with my knife. He bolted. I ran after him.

I was faster but somehow despite his wounds he wasn't lagging or even limping. I could clearly see the injuries I gave him. I couldn't even see the color of the dress well because of how much blood was soaking through it. Reaching into my belt I tried to take out my emergency pistol to shoot him again.

In the process of pulling out my gun, I lost him. Somewhere he made a turn and I didn't notice it, I was now only chasing shadows. I turned so I could get back to my car quickly.

I can't let Cloud escape and warn his friends. I am after them too and I've already botched this job enough. I have a suspicion that he will return to the car because I don't think he will leave the area without saving her.

My suspicions were right. I waited outside the car in the corner for about half an hour until he returned. This time he was knocking on the windows and trying to look for a way in. This time I would kill him for sure.

I took out my pistol from my belt. Clicking off safety I carefully aim this time for the lower part of his neck, the vertebrae where the neck meets the body. I thought about a head shot but that would be messy and I don't know how the Turks would feel about that. It would make him a bit harder to identify.

I fired and hit my mark. He fell forward sliding down my car getting blood all over the new paint. The bullet went through his upper chest and hit my car creating a dent in the passenger side door.

I walked up to Cloud and made sure there was no pulse. This time I was going to be extra careful so even though he wasn't breathing I duct taped his wrists and ankles together. I even covered his mouth and nose to be safe, in case he wakes up from the dead again.

I called the Turks and said I can drop them off at the secure drop off zone in two hours. It'll take about an hour to drive up there so I'll leave right away but I might stop for some dinner along the way.

Well that plan seemed like a good one until about 20 minutes into the drive on the highway. I heard some rustling from the back of the car. I thought maybe Aerith was waking up but the tranquilizer was supposed to last 2 hours and it had only been like 1 hour since she fell asleep. I look back to my horror to see Cloud still covered in blood pulling the tape off his mouth.

Oh my gosh, this guy will not die. I literally checked his wounds before putting him in the car and he had a shot in his lung, heart and back of his neck yet, here he was still alive and threating. I need to pull over but Midgar highways are cramped and there isn't even a shoulder for me to pull over at. I need to keep driving the road is busy and I do not want to get into a car accident.

Next thing I know Cloud is in the back seat behind me. His wrists are still wrapped together in duct tape but that doesn't stop him. He had slipped his arms over my driver's seat and was trying to choke me. So here I am trying to keep driving forward on a busy highway while being choked by a man I just killed twice. My day was just going fantastic, not.

My vision was already getting fuzzy but I managed to put the car in cruise control before my foot slipped. I let go of the steering wheel with one hand to grab my knife. I can't see where he is even through my rearview mirror but I just try to continually slash at his arm to let me go. One long slash all the way down his arm causes blood to drip down onto my neck and shirt. He cries out in pain but doesn't let go. If anything, he tightened his hold.

I drop my knife and it falls between the seats, where all my lost change lives. On the verge of unconsciousness, I desperately claw his arm trying to move it but it won't budge. After another minuet I am out and fall limp. I don't remember much after that.

The only foggy memory I have is being dragged by my arm. I tried to see who it was but I couldn't tell. They were red buy radiated green so in my hazy state of mind, I thought they were a green angel saving me.

Oh, how wrong I was. When I awoke I was in a small dark closet, bound by my wrists and ankles in duct tape. I tried to yell for help but the tape on my mouth was holding it closed. The thin crack of light around the door allowed me to see. The floor was hard wood and there was clothing hanging above me.

I don't know how much time had passed but the door opened to reveal the same man I had killed 3 times was alive and well. He had cleaned up the blood and was wearing normal pants. He was not wearing a shirt and I could see the bullet wounds but they looked cleaner and healing. Already a scar forming on his chest.

He didn't say anything he just looked at me with disdain and grabbed my arm dragging me out of the closet. My arm was already sore but him grabbing it sent shockwaves of pain through my shoulder. He dragged me through the hall the shades were drawn but I could tell by the house we were somewhere in the slums. I was dragged into a mostly empty room only a table and a couple of chairs sitting atop a rug. There were 3 others in the room. I recognized them instantly, one was Aerith. She looked really tiered, maybe tranquilizer hangover. The other two I remembered from the pictures the Turks showed me. One big black man and a taller brown-haired woman.

These were the terrorist I was supposed to kill. My thought upon entering the room, oh my God I am going to die, no doubt about it.

(A/N How did you like it? If you like it more or less than chapter 1 be sure to review and give me your opinions. Thank you for reading!)