Chapter 11

"No, not this time! I WON'T LET YOU!" Roe screamed

Reaching into his coat, he pulled a small cube. "Shinra technology at it's finest" pressing a button on the cube, it quickly unfolded and grew, taking the shape of a large caliber sniper rifle. Roe put the butt of the rifle against his shoulder and leveled it to his eye. He pulled the trigger.

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"Cloud, you ok?" Jerik asked as the truck sped forward. He wasn't worried of the open area in front of him, so he was looking out the back window of the truck. Cloud was just starting to move when he saw the flash. Almost immediately after seeing it, the bullet hit the rear tire of the truck. The speed of the truck led to its instability, and the truck lost control. Jerik slammed his foot to the break, but only the front ones worked.

The truck's rear spun around, causing them to be moved sideways. The truck began to roll, going over and over and over. Jerik watched the rearview mirror as Cloud was thrown from the truck. After what seemed like ages, the truck stopped. Jerik turned his head, and located Cloud, who was unconscious on the ground. Beyond him, he could see a small dot in the distance racing towards them.

He struggled with his seat belt for a minute, until finally he cut it with a small dagger he kept on him all the time. It wasn't really a dagger, but a piece of metal sharpened and wrapped in a piece of leather that he had made some years ago, when he was still living on his own as a child. He crawled out the broken window, and reached back into the truck grabbing the pistol that was still in there. As he waited for his Father to arrive, he thought of everything that had happened to him. He thought of his childhood.

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The rain came down hard as the ten-year-old ran through the streets, the gil bag in his hand. The man chased after him, screaming at the top of his lungs.

"You wait 'til I get my hands on you, you little son of a bitch!"

Jerik ran as fast as his feet could take him, he rounded the corner of the alleyway where he lived when he slipped in the puddle. His head slammed into the pavement, and he rolled over onto his stomach. Climbing to his feat, the man grabbed a fist full of hair.

"You're going to get it now you little thief."