Angeal wasn't sure where he was. He wasn't sure how he got there. He wasn't sure where to go from there. All thanks to the fact that the lights had, yet again, gone out. Now the screams from the fangirls were disorganized, but crazy none the less.
Clinging to the wall, Angeal felt around for a door knob or anything useful. Suddenly the wall gave way to something….fuzzy.
'Strange.' Angeal thought, pressing his hand further into the soft substance.
A soft purring caught the SOLDIER's attention. It was the mutant cat from before, lying curled up inside one of the halls.
"Hello there. It's good to see you are not affected by all of this….insanity." Angeal spent a few moments scratching the feline behind the ears. The purring intensified to the point that Angeal could feel the rumbling sending vibrations throughout his entire body.
Without warning, the cat grabbed the Commander by the scruff of his shirt and proceeded to carry him down the darkened corridor. Angeal squirmed and silently cursed when the cat's grip remained.
After several minutes and being bumped into several walls, the feline gently placed Angeal back onto his feet. Turning, the even-tempered Commander attempted to glare at the cat.
Said glare was effectively silenced with a gentle nudge from the large animal. Curiosity seemed to enjoy the Commander's company today, for he couldn't help the growing urge to reach forward.
His hands landed on a door, the cold steel chilling the Commander's finger tips. Trailing his hands further down the door, Angeal finally found the metal knob. Mildly twisting it, the man was surprised when the door gave way easily and he found himself in a room alight with many different monitors.
'It must be the second security room.' Angeal summarized as he observed the many screens, though one stuck out more then the rest. It was of the main security room, the one the TURKs had no doubt been using. Though now, it didn't appear to be inhabited by any TURKs, save the two tied up in the corner of the room.
No, what he saw raised more questions then it answered. As the Commander sunk into the desk chair, one thought ran through his mind.
'What on Gaia is my mother doing here?'
Genesis was still blissfully unconscious. And still being carried by a complaining Reno.
"Shouldn't it be someone else's turn to carry the dead weight yo?" No one bothered to respond.
"You doing okay Cloud?" Zack asked, keeping the cadet within half a foot of him at all times.
"Yeah…" Cloud's voice trailed off and Zack thought he felt the blonde tugging at the lavender dress he still wore.
Zack slung his arm around the smaller shoulders and followed Sephiroth as he blasted his way through this wall and that.
"Do any of ya have any idea where we're goin' yo?" Reno groaned, dragging out each of the syllables.
"Away from the fangirls." Zack quipped. The light they were guided by now was the flashes from Sephiroth's (or rather Genesis's) Fira materia.
However, just as they blasted through another wall, there the sound of wild flailing and Reno's startled shouts. It seemed Genesis had woken up and now he was…
"MY BEAUTIFUL BLONDE ANGEL!"
Cloud's terrified screams were now accompanied by Zack's outraged wails; Reno's wheezing laughs, and Sephiroth's inhuman growls.
Author's Note: I deserve to be hit with multiple different cans of paint. I apologize for not updating! I lost sight of the underlying plot so I couldn't come up with anything to write. But please, review the content, not my suckeness. Sincerely, Kay.