summary: Who said fantasies have to be final? This is a story of an enmity that spans across space and time, where the impossible is merely improbable, where horror and heroism know no bounds. Death and danger lurk around every corner, the balance of light and darkness teeters on the edge of a knife, love and friendship blossom in the unrelenting night. In the flames of undeath, so

What if the head janitor of ShinRa Headquarters hadn't been on vacation the night Sephiroth butchered everyone in the building? Rated for language, drug references, violence and utter stupidity. My first published fic. Please R&R!