Chapter Twelve
In the Northern Crater
"Prepare yourself," Vicious warned, "Soon, they will be here."
"Yes, dear partner. I sense the Cetra woman coming as well."
"You have a plan?"
"Not really a plan," Sephiroth's lips curled into a grin, "You focus on the main group. I have a score to settle. We take them all down, and then I will rid us of he Cetra scum."
"Sounds like a plan," Vicious evilly smiled, clasping Sephiroth's hand.
"Within a week," Sephiroth shouted, "We dine upon our enemies' bodies!"
A few days later, in the Highwind, speeding toward the Northern Crater.
"Hey, Cid, how much longer?"
"Ok, Spike," Cid replied, glancing down at the monitors in front of him, "About twenty or so more minutes."
Turning toward the group, he spoke, "Ok, you guys, make sure you all are ready. Not all of you are going in. Only Tifa, myself, Cloud, Aeris, and Rude are going in. The rest of you will be backup, ok? If we need you, which I'm sure we will, I and only I will call on the radio. If you don't hear from me, assume that we're alright," turning to the afore mentioned members that would be making the trek with him, he asked, "Are you all set, guys?"
"Yes, Spike," answered Aeris, excitement and eagerness lighting up her eyes.
"Hell yeah, Spike," Rude replied. Over the last week, since they first met, Rude and Spike had gotten very close. Spike saw Rude as a man that was almost exactly like Jet, and spent a lot of time with him, and Faye, since those two were now inseperable. Rude quickly took Faye into his arms and kissed her long and hard. Barret and Cid laughed. Tifa whistled. Spike smiled a warm smile. Cloud glared daggers at Spike.
"Oh, before we go, I have something I need to do while your all here," Rude spoke as he let Faye go. He got down on one knee and took Faye's right hand in his and with his left, opened a small velvet box.
"Faye Valentine, I know you and I have only known each other on the beach, and we started off rocky with the capture and all," he paused as some of the group laughed, "But, I love you and never felt like this about anyone else. Will you do me the honor of marrying me and being my wife?"
Faye was quite speechless. Her face turned red, and she fought hard to breath.
"Hey Rude," Cait called, "I think you knocked her senseless!"
"Y-y-y-yes, Rude," Faye finally answered, "I will marry you."
"This is bull!" cried Cloud.
Angry eyes of the whole group turned towards him, but he ignored them.
"Proposing right before we all go and face death. You two are complete idiots! I can tell you right now that all of us are NOT returning and with the talent that I see, Rude will be the first to go, I guarantee!"
Tifa strode up to Cloud, looked into his eyes, and cracked him hard across the jaw.
"You bastard! Let the two be in love! Just because you lost me and are now loveless, you don't have to go and ruin everyone else's love!"
Cloud just glared at her, pure hatred in his eyes. Tifa should have been very afraid, but she held her ground, refusing to let him get the better of her.
"Guys, let's go," commanded Spike.
Muttering under his breath, Cloud glared at Spike and Tifa, who walked side by side, out of the Highwind, "You'll regret that, bitch, when your love is lying face down on the earth, dead."
In the Northern Crater
"Prepare yourself," Vicious warned, "Soon, they will be here."
"Yes, dear partner. I sense the Cetra woman coming as well."
"You have a plan?"
"Not really a plan," Sephiroth's lips curled into a grin, "You focus on the main group. I have a score to settle. We take them all down, and then I will rid us of he Cetra scum."
"Sounds like a plan," Vicious evilly smiled, clasping Sephiroth's hand.
"Within a week," Sephiroth shouted, "We dine upon our enemies' bodies!"
A few days later, in the Highwind, speeding toward the Northern Crater.
"Hey, Cid, how much longer?"
"Ok, Spike," Cid replied, glancing down at the monitors in front of him, "About twenty or so more minutes."
Turning toward the group, he spoke, "Ok, you guys, make sure you all are ready. Not all of you are going in. Only Tifa, myself, Cloud, Aeris, and Rude are going in. The rest of you will be backup, ok? If we need you, which I'm sure we will, I and only I will call on the radio. If you don't hear from me, assume that we're alright," turning to the afore mentioned members that would be making the trek with him, he asked, "Are you all set, guys?"
"Yes, Spike," answered Aeris, excitement and eagerness lighting up her eyes.
"Hell yeah, Spike," Rude replied. Over the last week, since they first met, Rude and Spike had gotten very close. Spike saw Rude as a man that was almost exactly like Jet, and spent a lot of time with him, and Faye, since those two were now inseperable. Rude quickly took Faye into his arms and kissed her long and hard. Barret and Cid laughed. Tifa whistled. Spike smiled a warm smile. Cloud glared daggers at Spike.
"Oh, before we go, I have something I need to do while your all here," Rude spoke as he let Faye go. He got down on one knee and took Faye's right hand in his and with his left, opened a small velvet box.
"Faye Valentine, I know you and I have only known each other on the beach, and we started off rocky with the capture and all," he paused as some of the group laughed, "But, I love you and never felt like this about anyone else. Will you do me the honor of marrying me and being my wife?"
Faye was quite speechless. Her face turned red, and she fought hard to breath.
"Hey Rude," Cait called, "I think you knocked her senseless!"
"Y-y-y-yes, Rude," Faye finally answered, "I will marry you."
"This is bull!" cried Cloud.
Angry eyes of the whole group turned towards him, but he ignored them.
"Proposing right before we all go and face death. You two are complete idiots! I can tell you right now that all of us are NOT returning and with the talent that I see, Rude will be the first to go, I guarantee!"
Tifa strode up to Cloud, looked into his eyes, and cracked him hard across the jaw.
"You bastard! Let the two be in love! Just because you lost me and are now loveless, you don't have to go and ruin everyone else's love!"
Cloud just glared at her, pure hatred in his eyes. Tifa should have been very afraid, but she held her ground, refusing to let him get the better of her.
"Guys, let's go," commanded Spike.
Muttering under his breath, Cloud glared at Spike and Tifa, who walked side by side, out of the Highwind, "You'll regret that, bitch, when your love is lying face down on the earth, dead."