Chapter 4: Perfect wounds
Walking around I hear the earth seeking relief
I'm trying to find a reason to live
But the mindless clutter my path
Oh these thorns in my side
I know I have something free
I have something so alive
I think they shoot 'cause they want it
I feel forces all around me
Come on raise your head
Those who hide behind the shadows
Live with all that's dead
Look at me.look at me
At least look at me when you shoot a bullet through my head
Through my head
Through my head
Through my head
"Bullets"- Creed
/Cloud? Is that possible? No, you're not Cloud. You're, you're the fake one. But this is so real. It's not fair! It's not FAIR!!! Why ME? I can't understand no more. I did my best. Fate.. your fault. /
"You're another. You're not the real Cloud!!! " Hot burning tears streamed on her creamy peach cheeks as she remembered how she first met Cloud in the little church; when he had saved her, her hero, her beloved Cloud. Oh how she missed those days! But the man in front of her wasn't Cloud, tears were in vain.
"It took you long to understand," The blond young man finally spoke, his gorgeous eyes never losing grip of his prey. "I assume that we learn little by little."
"What? You know about."
"Fate?" He smiled bitterly, and then added. "I know all about you Aeris Gainsborough, your past life, Cloud, the silver haired swordsman... Time has funny moments." His voice was so emotionless and arrogant, almost insupportable for her to hear. But why? Where did she go wrong? Why was he telling her this?
"Hum, did I miss something?" Aeris almost forgot that Sephiroth was actually to her right; the perplexity on his face was searching for some questions to be answer. He looked at both Cloud and Aeris, then his glare stopped on Blondie. At first Aeris thought that they were going to throw daggers at each other, but her imagination was only playing some turns.
"More than you can think, Mr. Valentine," Cloud replied coldly. "Actually, you're disturbing our little conversation."
/Valentine? Does it mean that he's Lucrecia and Vincent's son? Finally./ Her thoughts were rapidly interrupted by a loud noise. Gunshot to be more exactly.
/NO! This is impossible! /
She wanted to scream, but she stood wordless for a few seconds. Why all this violence? All happened so fast. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw the dead figure beside her.
Sephiroth laid on the floor with a serene look on his face, his eyelids closed. Something red that seemed to be blood streamed from the deep wound in his chest. He was dead now, the one who really helped her.
/ I'm so sorry. Sephiroth./
"You, you killed him," She whispered. "Who are you? What do you want from me?" Aeris asked, her voice became shakier than she really hoped.
/Prepare for the worst. / Her soul screamed on a hollow tone.
"I guess you already know. Call me Cloud," He smiled again, but this time his lips curved maliciously. "What do I want? Your death." Her fears were realised. He would kill her, just in a matter of time. But suddenly, the seconds became minutes. Gradually her enemy pointed a gun in her direction and shot twice. The bullets approached their target slowly.
/I don't really want to die. Not this way. It's worst than I thought. /
Before the bullets could really hurt Aeris, and especially to her surprise, a small pillar of light enveloped her body and transported her far away from her opponent.
"Oh My God! Hey did you see that man, call a doctor!" A woman started yelling desperately.
***
Suddenly she turned pale.
/Something's wrong, I know, I can feel it./
"Lucrecia? Are you alright?" Vincent asked her trembling wife. Before she could nod, the telephone rang. He kissed her gently on the front and ran to answer the phone.
"I'll be right back."
"Hello. Yes. Yeah. Oh good Lord!"
TBC.
A.N.: I don't own FFVII. Sorry for my grammar. Sorry for my short chapters. And thanks again to all my reviewers. Please tell me what you think, isn't life lovelier without good ol' Seph? Jeez, what am I thinking at?
Walking around I hear the earth seeking relief
I'm trying to find a reason to live
But the mindless clutter my path
Oh these thorns in my side
I know I have something free
I have something so alive
I think they shoot 'cause they want it
I feel forces all around me
Come on raise your head
Those who hide behind the shadows
Live with all that's dead
Look at me.look at me
At least look at me when you shoot a bullet through my head
Through my head
Through my head
Through my head
"Bullets"- Creed
/Cloud? Is that possible? No, you're not Cloud. You're, you're the fake one. But this is so real. It's not fair! It's not FAIR!!! Why ME? I can't understand no more. I did my best. Fate.. your fault. /
"You're another. You're not the real Cloud!!! " Hot burning tears streamed on her creamy peach cheeks as she remembered how she first met Cloud in the little church; when he had saved her, her hero, her beloved Cloud. Oh how she missed those days! But the man in front of her wasn't Cloud, tears were in vain.
"It took you long to understand," The blond young man finally spoke, his gorgeous eyes never losing grip of his prey. "I assume that we learn little by little."
"What? You know about."
"Fate?" He smiled bitterly, and then added. "I know all about you Aeris Gainsborough, your past life, Cloud, the silver haired swordsman... Time has funny moments." His voice was so emotionless and arrogant, almost insupportable for her to hear. But why? Where did she go wrong? Why was he telling her this?
"Hum, did I miss something?" Aeris almost forgot that Sephiroth was actually to her right; the perplexity on his face was searching for some questions to be answer. He looked at both Cloud and Aeris, then his glare stopped on Blondie. At first Aeris thought that they were going to throw daggers at each other, but her imagination was only playing some turns.
"More than you can think, Mr. Valentine," Cloud replied coldly. "Actually, you're disturbing our little conversation."
/Valentine? Does it mean that he's Lucrecia and Vincent's son? Finally./ Her thoughts were rapidly interrupted by a loud noise. Gunshot to be more exactly.
/NO! This is impossible! /
She wanted to scream, but she stood wordless for a few seconds. Why all this violence? All happened so fast. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw the dead figure beside her.
Sephiroth laid on the floor with a serene look on his face, his eyelids closed. Something red that seemed to be blood streamed from the deep wound in his chest. He was dead now, the one who really helped her.
/ I'm so sorry. Sephiroth./
"You, you killed him," She whispered. "Who are you? What do you want from me?" Aeris asked, her voice became shakier than she really hoped.
/Prepare for the worst. / Her soul screamed on a hollow tone.
"I guess you already know. Call me Cloud," He smiled again, but this time his lips curved maliciously. "What do I want? Your death." Her fears were realised. He would kill her, just in a matter of time. But suddenly, the seconds became minutes. Gradually her enemy pointed a gun in her direction and shot twice. The bullets approached their target slowly.
/I don't really want to die. Not this way. It's worst than I thought. /
Before the bullets could really hurt Aeris, and especially to her surprise, a small pillar of light enveloped her body and transported her far away from her opponent.
"Oh My God! Hey did you see that man, call a doctor!" A woman started yelling desperately.
***
Suddenly she turned pale.
/Something's wrong, I know, I can feel it./
"Lucrecia? Are you alright?" Vincent asked her trembling wife. Before she could nod, the telephone rang. He kissed her gently on the front and ran to answer the phone.
"I'll be right back."
"Hello. Yes. Yeah. Oh good Lord!"
TBC.
A.N.: I don't own FFVII. Sorry for my grammar. Sorry for my short chapters. And thanks again to all my reviewers. Please tell me what you think, isn't life lovelier without good ol' Seph? Jeez, what am I thinking at?