Forming Sins
He stood there, staring into the darkness ahead of him, the rain beating down from
the heavens above. Causing his silver hair to stick over his face. His breathing soft, cold,
hanging in the air as time around him seemed to stand still. A flash of brilliant light
seemed to engulf him, causing him to panic. His hand darting down to his the handle of
his sword. But then the lights start to dissipate, and the ground around him has been
stained with blood. His blue eyes widen with horror as he saw the bodies of the
Guardians lying upon the ground. He looked down slowly at the stream of blood that over
took his leather boots. Staring at his reflection in the crimson river. His eyes staring into
his owns. It looked like a cross of himself and the only person that chilled him to the
core. He swallowed hard as he stared into a combination of his own face…and
Sephiroth's.
His eyes opened quickly as he sat up, his breathing quick, sweat rolling down his
face and dropping from his cheek. He swallowed hard, shaking his head a couple of
times, his blond hair falling over his face gently. "What was that?" he said between
breaths. Turning in the bed and dropping his feet over the side he just stared into the
darkness of his room. He sighed as he stood up. Dreaming of your sins? His head shot up
slowly, looking about quickly to find the source of the voice. "Who's there?" He looked
to the doorway seeing the shadowy form of Vincent. He stared at him coldly as Vincent
just turned and walked down out of the doorway. "Vincent…" he said, letting the name
fill the silence of the room.
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Cloud stood there in the training room once more, his sword in hand. "Okay
Barret, I want you to release the next monster" his voice echoed in the metallic room,
Barret watching him carefully "You sure about this? This thing is pretty tough…" Barret
said in a sarcastic tone. "Just do it!" he yelled back, the sound of the leather handle
crackling started to be heard. "What ever" Barret hit the button the metallic doors sliding
open, Barret stepping off into the shadows to keep out of the monsters vision. The beast
came cashing into the training room. Its breath heating the air around it, the smell of
rotting flesh hanging in the air "Come on" he said as he ran towards it. The beast lunged
at him its large metallic claw causing the air to howl. Cloud jumped into the air, twirling
the sword. A familiar red light filled training room as he yelled "Meteorain!!" He
slammed his sword downward toward the beast, the limit power roaring through him and
through the blade. But just as the Meteor's began to leave him the room seemed to
explode with light. Cloud's body engulfing in light, and just when the light faded away,
he was standing there, kneeling upon the ground. His breathing rapid, then he felt a cold
liquid running down his cheek. "What…" he said as he reached up, touching his cheek
and looking at the blood upon his leather glove. He looked slowly, the room was stained
with blood, there was no sign of the beast but the smell of its breath filled the room.
"Barret…where are you Barret" his voice echoed as he stood up slowly. Looking about,
seeing Barret staring at him, but he was moving. "Barret? What's wrong Barret?" Cloud
said as he walked towards Barret. But he stopped, taking a step back, as he say Barret's
body impaled upon the wall, a strange sword driven through Barret's left shoulder. He
could hear Barret's soft breath, Cloud quickly ran to Barret quickly, pulling the sword out
quickly and easing his friends body to the floor. "Medic!" Cloud yelled, his voice
echoing through the training room.
Cloud sat there on a chair, running his hand through his blond hair. He lift his
head slowly, seeing Tifa walk out of the room, he stood up quickly "Tifa…is he going to
be okay?" His voice was a bit torn, still puzzled about what happened. Tifa looked away
from him slowly, her eyes held a tone of sadness "He is going to live…but" Her voice
drifted off. "But what?" Cloud said quickly. Tifa looked back at him slowly "He lost his
left arm Cloud" tears began to swell up in her eyes "The sword cut every nerve to his
arm…we were too late to save his arm" She ran to Cloud, embracing him, crying upon his
chest. He swallowed hard wrapping his arms around Tifa slowly. "Oh god…" He said
under his breath. Lifting his head slowly, looking down the hall, his eyes falling upon
Vincent, who was leaning against the wall staring right back at him. The same voice from
the night before filled his mind, ~How does it feel to see your sins?~. He swallowed hard
and just held Tifa close to him, watching Vincent turn away and walk down the hallway
away from them.
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He stood there, staring into the darkness ahead of him, the rain beating down from
the heavens above. Causing his silver hair to stick over his face. His breathing soft, cold,
hanging in the air as time around him seemed to stand still. A flash of brilliant light
seemed to engulf him, causing him to panic. His hand darting down to his the handle of
his sword. But then the lights start to dissipate, and the ground around him has been
stained with blood. His blue eyes widen with horror as he saw the bodies of the
Guardians lying upon the ground. He looked down slowly at the stream of blood that over
took his leather boots. Staring at his reflection in the crimson river. His eyes staring into
his owns. It looked like a cross of himself and the only person that chilled him to the
core. He swallowed hard as he stared into a combination of his own face…and
Sephiroth's.
His eyes opened quickly as he sat up, his breathing quick, sweat rolling down his
face and dropping from his cheek. He swallowed hard, shaking his head a couple of
times, his blond hair falling over his face gently. "What was that?" he said between
breaths. Turning in the bed and dropping his feet over the side he just stared into the
darkness of his room. He sighed as he stood up. Dreaming of your sins? His head shot up
slowly, looking about quickly to find the source of the voice. "Who's there?" He looked
to the doorway seeing the shadowy form of Vincent. He stared at him coldly as Vincent
just turned and walked down out of the doorway. "Vincent…" he said, letting the name
fill the silence of the room.
*************
Cloud stood there in the training room once more, his sword in hand. "Okay
Barret, I want you to release the next monster" his voice echoed in the metallic room,
Barret watching him carefully "You sure about this? This thing is pretty tough…" Barret
said in a sarcastic tone. "Just do it!" he yelled back, the sound of the leather handle
crackling started to be heard. "What ever" Barret hit the button the metallic doors sliding
open, Barret stepping off into the shadows to keep out of the monsters vision. The beast
came cashing into the training room. Its breath heating the air around it, the smell of
rotting flesh hanging in the air "Come on" he said as he ran towards it. The beast lunged
at him its large metallic claw causing the air to howl. Cloud jumped into the air, twirling
the sword. A familiar red light filled training room as he yelled "Meteorain!!" He
slammed his sword downward toward the beast, the limit power roaring through him and
through the blade. But just as the Meteor's began to leave him the room seemed to
explode with light. Cloud's body engulfing in light, and just when the light faded away,
he was standing there, kneeling upon the ground. His breathing rapid, then he felt a cold
liquid running down his cheek. "What…" he said as he reached up, touching his cheek
and looking at the blood upon his leather glove. He looked slowly, the room was stained
with blood, there was no sign of the beast but the smell of its breath filled the room.
"Barret…where are you Barret" his voice echoed as he stood up slowly. Looking about,
seeing Barret staring at him, but he was moving. "Barret? What's wrong Barret?" Cloud
said as he walked towards Barret. But he stopped, taking a step back, as he say Barret's
body impaled upon the wall, a strange sword driven through Barret's left shoulder. He
could hear Barret's soft breath, Cloud quickly ran to Barret quickly, pulling the sword out
quickly and easing his friends body to the floor. "Medic!" Cloud yelled, his voice
echoing through the training room.
Cloud sat there on a chair, running his hand through his blond hair. He lift his
head slowly, seeing Tifa walk out of the room, he stood up quickly "Tifa…is he going to
be okay?" His voice was a bit torn, still puzzled about what happened. Tifa looked away
from him slowly, her eyes held a tone of sadness "He is going to live…but" Her voice
drifted off. "But what?" Cloud said quickly. Tifa looked back at him slowly "He lost his
left arm Cloud" tears began to swell up in her eyes "The sword cut every nerve to his
arm…we were too late to save his arm" She ran to Cloud, embracing him, crying upon his
chest. He swallowed hard wrapping his arms around Tifa slowly. "Oh god…" He said
under his breath. Lifting his head slowly, looking down the hall, his eyes falling upon
Vincent, who was leaning against the wall staring right back at him. The same voice from
the night before filled his mind, ~How does it feel to see your sins?~. He swallowed hard
and just held Tifa close to him, watching Vincent turn away and walk down the hallway
away from them.
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