Sector 7, a busy morning in the market…

Sector 7, a busy morning in the market…

Zack once more put on the latex mask and then, masked in the face of the one he despised, walked out into the market place. His fingers twitched as he stood right in the centre of a circular area of the market, about 30 metres in radius, and prepared for the spell.

All the patrons of the market, bustling along on their business, hardly noticed their beloved mayor standing in the centre with flames about his fists. This was to be their downfall…

Zack spread his feet and began to fire off balls of crimson flame in the direction of the stalls. The white-hot balls whistled through the air and once connecting with their wooden targets exploded into showers of fire.

People ran in all directions screaming and yelling as fear filled their very souls. They ran in random patterns, not entirely certain of what to do. Zack decided for them. Drawing his sword he leapt into the crowd, attacking and slashing wildly, cutting a bloody swathe through the civilians. They screamed in terror, trying desperately to avoid his deadly attacks. In a matter of moments Zack was left standing alone in the small market area surrounded by blood and flames. He wiped off his sword and was about to leave when he saw a man, probably a market vendor, crawling along on his stomach. The fire had disintegrated his legs and he whimpered as he tried to escape his doom.

Zack laughed as he saw the pathetic man trying to leave the scene of carnage. He realised killing him was not an option, there must be a survivor to tell of how the 'evil' Cloud had turned into a raving madman and destroyed dozens of innocent lives. He pulled a small black box from his uniform pockets and pressed a green button located on his shiny metallic surface. In moments a helicopter came on overhead and a rope ladder was dropped down in front of him. He climbed up into the chopper and pulled off the mask. He sat smiling in silence as the chopper took him back to the Shin-ra building…