Chapter 1
Disclamers: I do not own FF7 and the charaters in this story.
Note: I have a wisconsin accent some th's mabe d's sorry.
Cloud scaned the land over the presimis. It was dismal and sad. Slaves truged wearly on their every day tasks. Everyone there kidnaped from their village. Cloud was lucky, they still had yet to get as far as his village.
Wearly Cloud ducks back down and runs back to his village. The only hope they had was to evacuate. Nothing more could be done.
Tifa was sick, in no shape to fight. Barret disapeered into the past. Red XIII ran off with his faimly. He wanted no more to do with his old buddys. Cid was married and exspecting a brat soon. Leaving just Cloud to fight.
Upon opening the door to his house he heard the imistakeable sound of the slavers. To late.
Despertally Cloud runs upstairs. Scooping Tifa up he ran for safety.
A chocobo rider caught site of Cloud. Kicking his chocobo hard he takes after Cloud. Pulling out his whip he slaps it across Clouds back. Sending Cloud sprawling.
Skillfully he gets off. The man grabs Clouds hair to look at his catch.
"Pathetic." He spits.
Cloud swings back and elbows the gaurd in the face. The gaurd falls backwards with a cuss. Angerly he pulls out his bludgent and beats on Cloud till Clouds on the brink of unconsciousness.
"Let that be a lesson to you." The man hisses and shakles Cloud.
Having Cloud restrained, the man walks over to where Tifa lay sprawled on the grass. With a quick glance he notices Tifa sickness. Unsheving his sword he holds it in the air.
Cloud watches wide eyed, with dimming vision, as the man hacks of Tifa's head with one stroak. Cloud's stomach lurches than the world goes black.
"Wake up!" A harsh voice slices throw Clouds mind, than so does the pain of a foot in his gut.
Groaning Cloud struggles to his feet. Slowly his eyes focus on his surroundings. People of his village stood all around him. Several of them crying.
"Welcome to hell." The head gaurd growls. "For the rest of your misarable life you'll be our slaves. There's traces of matira in these hills and your going to find it for us."
Cloud scoffs and looks towards a group of slaves that have been here awhile. Instantly one caught his eye. He had long grey hair, no shirt, barely anything covering his bottem half and scars borrowed into his skin. As the man turned Cloud blood freezes. It was Sephiroth. These men managed to capture and slave the strongest man cloud knew besides himself.
Looking back at the head gaurd Cloud grimices at the thought of what they had in store for them now.
Disclamers: I do not own FF7 and the charaters in this story.
Note: I have a wisconsin accent some th's mabe d's sorry.
Cloud scaned the land over the presimis. It was dismal and sad. Slaves truged wearly on their every day tasks. Everyone there kidnaped from their village. Cloud was lucky, they still had yet to get as far as his village.
Wearly Cloud ducks back down and runs back to his village. The only hope they had was to evacuate. Nothing more could be done.
Tifa was sick, in no shape to fight. Barret disapeered into the past. Red XIII ran off with his faimly. He wanted no more to do with his old buddys. Cid was married and exspecting a brat soon. Leaving just Cloud to fight.
Upon opening the door to his house he heard the imistakeable sound of the slavers. To late.
Despertally Cloud runs upstairs. Scooping Tifa up he ran for safety.
A chocobo rider caught site of Cloud. Kicking his chocobo hard he takes after Cloud. Pulling out his whip he slaps it across Clouds back. Sending Cloud sprawling.
Skillfully he gets off. The man grabs Clouds hair to look at his catch.
"Pathetic." He spits.
Cloud swings back and elbows the gaurd in the face. The gaurd falls backwards with a cuss. Angerly he pulls out his bludgent and beats on Cloud till Clouds on the brink of unconsciousness.
"Let that be a lesson to you." The man hisses and shakles Cloud.
Having Cloud restrained, the man walks over to where Tifa lay sprawled on the grass. With a quick glance he notices Tifa sickness. Unsheving his sword he holds it in the air.
Cloud watches wide eyed, with dimming vision, as the man hacks of Tifa's head with one stroak. Cloud's stomach lurches than the world goes black.
"Wake up!" A harsh voice slices throw Clouds mind, than so does the pain of a foot in his gut.
Groaning Cloud struggles to his feet. Slowly his eyes focus on his surroundings. People of his village stood all around him. Several of them crying.
"Welcome to hell." The head gaurd growls. "For the rest of your misarable life you'll be our slaves. There's traces of matira in these hills and your going to find it for us."
Cloud scoffs and looks towards a group of slaves that have been here awhile. Instantly one caught his eye. He had long grey hair, no shirt, barely anything covering his bottem half and scars borrowed into his skin. As the man turned Cloud blood freezes. It was Sephiroth. These men managed to capture and slave the strongest man cloud knew besides himself.
Looking back at the head gaurd Cloud grimices at the thought of what they had in store for them now.