~~A/N: Ah, seems that I'm updating pretty fast.. *sigh* Hopefully I'll get some people to read my story! ^^" Forgot to put the disclaimer last time, so yeah.~~

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Chapter 3:

Tifa sat in a small chair, the wood frame splintering and slowly rotting away, her jet black hair falling around her face as she held her face in her hands, her elbows resting on her knees. Her eyes were closed shut, her brow wrinkled in anger as she listened intently to the medics yelling at each other as they ran to and from cots, carrying clipboards, plastic gloves scattering the floor, some covered in blood, others covered in yellow pus.

Infection. That's how it all started for me. Just a small cough, then mucus came, then the high fevers and delusions, the series of fainting and comatose states.

Tifa was only 5 years old when all of this started to effect on her.

*flashback*

Her parents had powers. When Tifa was young, she'd see her parent's walk through walls, talk telepathically and changing into animals. But those were only a few things that they could do. It never scared her; she saw these kinds of things every day. Years pass, her parents making her keep a little secret about their powers. But then, when Tifa was 5, she started having seizures, and within those seizures, she would experience waves of pain through extended hearing, her taste buds would explode as her mouth gaped for unexisting air, her eyes would go sharp, seeing the molecules of the air, the sharp stitches of a shirt, the small amounts of dirt clumped on the ground. As her body racked with pain, Tifa could feel herself changing, in not only appearance, but mentally. Her body's chemical numbers changed, her DNA had altered, and she was terrified. She didn't want anything like this to happen to her….

*end flashback*

Tifa's head snapped up from thought, her chocolate wine eyes pupils dilated, a low growl emitting from the back of her throat. She quickly got up from her chair, the sound of creaking and the wood moaning from the loss of pressure, and walked out of the tent, the growl so quiet and fierce that only an Infected could hear. She smelled the air, searching for the strong scent of Mako, of the stuff that nearly killed her parents. When she exited the main medic tent, she found the scent of the Mako, clinging strongly to a man passed out on the ground near the side of the tent, his clothes drenched, and the Mako come off his body in waves with very beat of his heart. Tifa closed her eyes, a small headache coming on, and made a little invisible barrier that covered them. She kept her eyes close, so she could concentrate on the invisibility, and used her heightened senses to locate the man. When she found him she had reached for his bicep, the cloth there torn, and felt freezing cold skin, still wet and she could feel something churning inside his bloodstream, his heart rate erratic and she could hear him mutter words, words in different languages that she couldn't understand. Once she found his body, she made a small biological manipulation on the man, making him look invisible to the human eye. She opened her eyes, keeping the man invisible and let the barrier around them down. She looked down at the man, his body visible to her, and took his Mako drenched body over her shoulder and carried him to a nearby medic van, tipping him into the back and she closed the door and headed to the front, but SSG Jones was standing at the driver's door, blocking her way.

"I can't let you go Tifa. We still need your help here."

Tifa closed her eyes, but when she opened them, her eyes were no longer the warm chocolate wine but black and white, and she growled at him, the sound similar to that of a lions, but SSG Jones didn't move.

"What do you have in the van Tifa? You know you can't experiment anymore. These people aren't dying from the same thing."

Tifa looked away, the growl gone, and when she looked back at him, her eyes were a light brown, and they held such sorrow and pain, that it was strange seeing it come from Tifa.

"Jones…. You know I hate it when you block me from that thick head of yours. I lose everything I have, no mutations, no nothing. It scares me; not being able to do anything, being normal scares me Jones."

Jones listens to Tifa, a part of him softens and he shakes his head, a sly smile on his lips.

"You know it's not my fault. You taught me when I first entered the Marines. You found an infected… didn't you?"

Tifa grins at him and her eye turns blood red and a small purr emits from her throat, and Jones eyes open wide and he backs up.

"Shit, Tifa don't kill me."

Jones keeps backing away from the van, and Tifa continues to grin, the purr loud and clear and she walks to the door of the driver side, opening it and slipping inside, but before she closed the door, she looks back at Jones, the grin gone and the purr a low growl.

"SSG Jones, I told you to keep your head straight. Let one emotion loose, and you're dead."

Tifa flicks her wrist at him, and SSG Jones freezes in place, and his brow furrows in pain and annoyance.

"Tifa, just report back in by the end of the week."

Tifa gives him a quick curt nod and slams the door shut and revs the engine, then she drives off to the highway, dodging people and tents as she drives, and once she enters the highway, she sticks her hand out the window and waves at SSG Jones and his body relaxes and he yells at her, knowing she can hear him.

"You better come back MSG Lockhart!"