©Blood of Sephiroth 2002
Last Hope
Disclaimer: I own nothin'. A couple of the characters are mine, though – pretty obvious which ones if you've played the game. If you haven't – go play it! It's cool!
Ahem.
Anyway….
Just to warn you – I was listening to some pretty spaced out music at three in the morning when I wrote this, so be afraid. Be very afraid. MWAHAHAHAHAHAH*coughcoughchokehacksnorthackchokesnnnnooooorrrrrt*AHAHAHAHA!!!!
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Before he'd left home, Cloud Strife had been an unhappy kid. There was nothing wrong with him – he had a loving mother to look after him with no father. Maybe that was what was wrong.
From his earliest memories all Cloud could remember was being picked on, and later, being beaten. All in all, Cloud had a rather fucked up childhood.
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Cloud stood amoung falling rose petals, his huge Buster sword out and ready, practically singing in his hands. A mist of rain was falling around him, obscuring his view of the world beyond. The petals touched him almost with reverence, like a worshipper of some unknown god would kiss the feet of a holy statue.
The cold, dead blue eyes of the young warrior flicked around him, the gaze holding too much pain, too much guilt for someone so young.
He had had this dream before.
The mist lifted slightly, still obscuring his vision, as a figure appeared, their outline blurred by rain. The figure walked through the mist, and Cloud moaned as new tears retraced old paths down his cheeks.
The figure held out a hand to Cloud, their eyes imploring him to reach out and take it. Cloud struggled to obey, dropping his sword with a clatter onto the ground, but it was like he moved through tar. The figure dropped their hand and shook their head sadly, tears spilling out of their jaded eyes. Cloud almost screamed as they turned away. Instead he squeezed his eyes shut as the tears came faster.
When he opened them again, the rain and the petals had stopped, leaving him in a reality of darkness. The pale rose petals littered the floor.
Suddenly Cloud felt a presence behind him, a calming, comforting presence. He felt strong arms wrap around his waist, comforting him.
'Cloud….'
No! Don't leave! Take me with you!
'….Be strong….'
Without you? How?!
'I'm always with you….'
I know. 'I love you….' Cloud whispered, tears streaming down his face. It always ended like this.
'I know….wait for me….'
And then they were gone.
Cloud sat bolt upright, the covers lying in a tangled heap on the floor. Tears were still streaming down his face as he buried his head in his hands.
Wait for me? They had never said that….
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Ooooh! Spooky! Who's the mystery person in Cloud's dream? And what did they mean??!?!
Sorry it was a little short – I will try and update when I can!!!
Please review – I may even be influenced as to who the mystery person is!!!
Thanks!
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