Two chapters in a day! I'm on a roll!

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"And that's about it, I think." Tifa finished her story of why Sephiroth wouldn't jump at them and kill them the first chance he got.

She looked from said silver haired villain to her friend. Vincent's eyes were looking a bit glazed, but he seemed to take it in a stride. The explanation hadn't taken nearly as much time as Tifa had expected it to, mostly because Vincent was the kind of person that waited until afterwards to ask his questions. And there wasn't much to tell, really. Sephiroth had turned up in her bar and turned out to be a really nice guy, and that was all there was to it. Now that the explanation was over with, the only problem left was how to get out of the bloody forest. Vincent did not recommend his way, as it would most likely leave them all hospitalized for a few weeks on account of blood loss. So now they sat in the grass, trying to come up with a way out.

Vincent shared his story of Brent and what had happened since they had left Nibelhem. Tifa studied her shoes when he told of what Brent had called her, while Sephiroth started to plan the various ways he could kill the man. Vincent had barely finished his story when someone came out of the forest behind them, the same way he had come earlier. To the trio's surprise, it was Brent.

He was carrying a hunting rifle. As soon as he saw them, he aimed it at them, with an insane expression in his eyes.

"So this is where you're hiding, eh? ´Not cheating´ on me was it? You lying little bitch!" He screamed.

Tifa got to her feet along with Vincent and Sephiroth and started to back away from the man.

"Brent! What are you doing!?" She exclaimed, afraid of what he might do.

"Shut up, bitch!" Brent shouted, and pulled the trigger.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Vincent drew his Death Penalty and aimed it at Brent, while Sephiroth shoved Tifa aside, but not even his superior speed could outrun a bullet. Thankfully, Brent's aim was poor, and the bullet his Tifa's ribs, bit didn't damage either heart or lungs. However, the damage was still severe.

"Tifa!" Sephiroth shouted when she fell to her knees.

He caught her before she hit the ground, holding her up so that she didn't hurt herself more. Carefully, he laid her down on the grass, and turned his head towards Vincent.

"Kill him." He said simply, before turning back to Tifa.

Vincent nodded, and reached out his claw and snapped Brent's neck in two. He looked over to where Sephiroth was kneeling over Tifa, who was alive, if barely. Hastily, he turned his gaze elsewhere. The situation reminded him too much of himself and Lucrecia. Hojo might not have shot Lucrecia, but he might as well have. When she gave birth to the very same man that was kneeling on the ground a few feet away, she died, and it was Hojo's fault. Hojo who had injected Lucrecia with Jenova-cells, and ultimately caused her death, and he, Vincent, had done nothing to stop it.

Shaking off the thoughts of Lucrecia and his own sins, Vincent turned back the silver haired man.

"Come. We must leave at once. The closest hospital is in Kalm." He said.

Sephiroth looked at him in confusion.

"There might still be time to save her." Vincent said, recognizing this kind of shock.

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I'm sorry this chapter was so short, but it was sort of a transport chapter. You'll get more and longer chapters in a while.

- Metallicafangirl