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Sephiroth's Return and Number 4's Entrance
The loud clang of swords echoed throughout the canyon. He knew that this was it. This had to be the end of everything that was and the beginning of everything to be. The huge Masamune sparked as it hit the Buster sword. Cloud circled his sword, throwing the blade from his own and quickly following through with a jab of his own.
The black cape was suddenly ripped off, although had he been only a second sooner Sephiroth would have been in that exact place. However, a heavy boot smashed into the side of Cloud's head. He twirled three times in the air before slaming into the side of the canyon. He slumped to the ground. The Masamune rose into the sky. Air cracked as it made its way downward.
Cloud lay in the hospital. He looked up to see his mid section bandaged tightly, a small red spot in the middle. Pain shot through his entire body as he tried to sit up. His abdmon burned beyond relief. A doctor rushed in, a clipboard in hand.
"Ahh, I see our John Doe is awake." He rushed out of the room, and seconds later another doctor appeared. This one appeared to much older, and he had the look of an experienced man. He looked over the clipboard.
"Found in the desert...stab wound through abdmon..." He stared at the paper as if it held some hidden meaning, and after what seemed like an eternity he raised his eyebrows and looked at Cloud. "May I ask you name?"
"Cloud Strife." His reply came out painfully, yet he struggled to hide as much as he could.
"And why were you laying in the desert with a 6 foot sword through you?"
"Sephiroth..." The words were harsh and filled with anger. "But, why did Sephiroth leave his sword."
"So that's who that was..." The doctor's voice sounded as if some huge mystery had just been solved.
"What do you mean?"
"Another man was found lying by you. He, however, was not as fortunate as you."
Cloud stared at the doctor, completely stunned. "Is he...
"Dead as dirt."
Cloud was beyond surprise now. He was in a state of shock. "But...how? And Why?" The words themselves conveyed Cloud's complete surprise.
"We're not sure who, but we now how. We found three puncture wounds in him; one through his heart, the other two throught either lung." The doctor didn't sound in the least bit pleasent at the death of Sephiroth. "We're going to have to keep you for at least 2 weeks." The doctor said, reading Cloud's mind.
And so he lay back on his pillow. Wonderment filling his every thought. Who? Where were they? Why did they? The questions drifted through his head as he fell off into sleep once again.
Tifa lay in her bed behind her bar worring. How could she not? Cloud said he was only going to be gone for a week at the most. He had said something like, "...can't be avoided...might as well face it now..." But he had never told her exactly WHAT he was going to face. She had worried every night, sleeping restlessly, alyways having the dreams. No, the nightmares. Everytime she drifted off to sleep she would dream of Cloud being stabbed, the great Masamune run through him, as if reliving Aeris' death with new characters. But, she always woke up after that. Cold sweat forming on her forehead.
The bar had been closed ever since he had left. She hadn't had the nerve to put up with people right now. And now she was starting to run out of money. Her profits had never been great, but they had always been enough to live off. And now she was slowly running out of money. She lay there in bed debating whether or not to open the bar tommaro. But all to often she would return to thinking of Cloud.
The slight rapping at the front door disrupted her uneasy thoughts. She quickly through on a sweater over her night gown and walked to the front door, the knocking never ending. She oppened it, bringing the cool Kalm air into her warm home. Standing in that door way was a man. About 5 foot 10 she guessed. He had spiky hair, and at first she mistook him for Cloud. But after a closer inspection she noticed that his hair was black. His eyes were not a mako blue, but pure black. He carried a sword on his back. Nearly as large as the Buster sword. His baggy pants and shirt were also of the color black.
"Who the hell are..." Her question was cut short with a hand over her mouth. She quickly began to lose conciousness, not even having the chance to fight off the attacker. As she passed out however, she noticed a number on his arm. It was tattooed in black. And she almost didn't notice it in the dark night. But as her eyes grew unfocused she could clearly tell that it was the number 4.
(Ok, well waddya think. My first time so don't shoot me down to hard.)
Sephiroth's Return and Number 4's Entrance
The loud clang of swords echoed throughout the canyon. He knew that this was it. This had to be the end of everything that was and the beginning of everything to be. The huge Masamune sparked as it hit the Buster sword. Cloud circled his sword, throwing the blade from his own and quickly following through with a jab of his own.
The black cape was suddenly ripped off, although had he been only a second sooner Sephiroth would have been in that exact place. However, a heavy boot smashed into the side of Cloud's head. He twirled three times in the air before slaming into the side of the canyon. He slumped to the ground. The Masamune rose into the sky. Air cracked as it made its way downward.
Cloud lay in the hospital. He looked up to see his mid section bandaged tightly, a small red spot in the middle. Pain shot through his entire body as he tried to sit up. His abdmon burned beyond relief. A doctor rushed in, a clipboard in hand.
"Ahh, I see our John Doe is awake." He rushed out of the room, and seconds later another doctor appeared. This one appeared to much older, and he had the look of an experienced man. He looked over the clipboard.
"Found in the desert...stab wound through abdmon..." He stared at the paper as if it held some hidden meaning, and after what seemed like an eternity he raised his eyebrows and looked at Cloud. "May I ask you name?"
"Cloud Strife." His reply came out painfully, yet he struggled to hide as much as he could.
"And why were you laying in the desert with a 6 foot sword through you?"
"Sephiroth..." The words were harsh and filled with anger. "But, why did Sephiroth leave his sword."
"So that's who that was..." The doctor's voice sounded as if some huge mystery had just been solved.
"What do you mean?"
"Another man was found lying by you. He, however, was not as fortunate as you."
Cloud stared at the doctor, completely stunned. "Is he...
"Dead as dirt."
Cloud was beyond surprise now. He was in a state of shock. "But...how? And Why?" The words themselves conveyed Cloud's complete surprise.
"We're not sure who, but we now how. We found three puncture wounds in him; one through his heart, the other two throught either lung." The doctor didn't sound in the least bit pleasent at the death of Sephiroth. "We're going to have to keep you for at least 2 weeks." The doctor said, reading Cloud's mind.
And so he lay back on his pillow. Wonderment filling his every thought. Who? Where were they? Why did they? The questions drifted through his head as he fell off into sleep once again.
Tifa lay in her bed behind her bar worring. How could she not? Cloud said he was only going to be gone for a week at the most. He had said something like, "...can't be avoided...might as well face it now..." But he had never told her exactly WHAT he was going to face. She had worried every night, sleeping restlessly, alyways having the dreams. No, the nightmares. Everytime she drifted off to sleep she would dream of Cloud being stabbed, the great Masamune run through him, as if reliving Aeris' death with new characters. But, she always woke up after that. Cold sweat forming on her forehead.
The bar had been closed ever since he had left. She hadn't had the nerve to put up with people right now. And now she was starting to run out of money. Her profits had never been great, but they had always been enough to live off. And now she was slowly running out of money. She lay there in bed debating whether or not to open the bar tommaro. But all to often she would return to thinking of Cloud.
The slight rapping at the front door disrupted her uneasy thoughts. She quickly through on a sweater over her night gown and walked to the front door, the knocking never ending. She oppened it, bringing the cool Kalm air into her warm home. Standing in that door way was a man. About 5 foot 10 she guessed. He had spiky hair, and at first she mistook him for Cloud. But after a closer inspection she noticed that his hair was black. His eyes were not a mako blue, but pure black. He carried a sword on his back. Nearly as large as the Buster sword. His baggy pants and shirt were also of the color black.
"Who the hell are..." Her question was cut short with a hand over her mouth. She quickly began to lose conciousness, not even having the chance to fight off the attacker. As she passed out however, she noticed a number on his arm. It was tattooed in black. And she almost didn't notice it in the dark night. But as her eyes grew unfocused she could clearly tell that it was the number 4.
(Ok, well waddya think. My first time so don't shoot me down to hard.)