Chapter 2: A World Of Violence.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters of these characters. THEY ARE SQUARESOFTS! And lyrics/song titles=AFI.

Tifa walked cautiously into the library. Empty, except for books which were piled high in corners, and lining the bookshelves. Her eyes flew over the spines as she made her way up to the top of the room, the titles seemingly random letters and numbers. Reference numbers for projects, probably.

She stopped at the desk that graced the top of the room. It was clean, free of dust with opened books scattered on top and beside it. Yup. Someone had definitely been here.      The word "Jenova" jumped at her from an open page. She leant over the desk, intent on studying the passage in more detail, her interest sparked.

"Boo" a voice said softly behind her.

Tifa spun around, her guard coming up automatically as her eyes widened in shock.

 Sephiroth stood in front of her, like magic, seeming to solidify from the very shadows encasing the room. Dressed head to toe in black, his silver hair framed his face carelessly, from which a pair of burning green eyes peered out.

Involuntarily she took a step back. It was dramatic, she'd give him that.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" she hissed, her fists clenching.

"Well that is the question now, isn't it? But I'd suggest you run along and not worry your pretty little head about it, Ms. Lockhart".

"Yeah. I'll get right on that. Really."

She stepped forward , snapping her foot out, her heel connecting with his jaw. Sephiroth stumbled backwards. Tifa's fist lashed out as Sephiroth caught her arm between his wrists and flipped her over on to the ground.

Owww…

"Please, if you would just-" he started.

Tifa rolled backwards coming up on her feet. She feinted a punch to the face. His hands came up again to block as she spun on her left foot, kicking him with her right squarely in the solar plexus and sending him crashing into the bookcase behind. He slumped to the floor.

Tifa approached him warily, relaxing when she saw that he was unconscious. She stood over him, looking for any sign of movement. Nothing.

What is going on? He's supposed to be dead! Her thoughts were flying around her head.

In the blink of an eye Sephiroth swept her feet out from under her, supporting his weight on his hands. He threw himself on top of her, pinning her body with his. With a grunt, he forced her hands to the floor.

"ENOUGH MS. LOCKHART! I understand WHY you feel the need to attack me at every opportunity but right now I do NOT have the patience for it!"

Tifa's face twisted in hatred. "What? Off to try and destroy the world again? Murder more defenceless people?!" she spat.

Something unreadable flashed through Sephiroth's eyes. Suddenly he was on his feet, his back turned to her as he stared at the wall.

"You should leave now." He muttered.

Tifa stared at him incredulously from her place on the floor. Her mind was registering the fact that she should be dead right about now but she wasn't. The Sephiroth that haunted her nightmares would have killed her in a heartbeat.

Slowly she got to her feet, her eyes fixated on his back. He didn't seem to breath, so still she could have mistaken him for a statue.

She didn't want to leave, didn't want to let him out of her sight for fear he might start on a killing spree or similar, but then again she didn't think she'd be able to stop him if he did. She shrugged and left the library.

Author's note: All I'm really doing here is just re-writing things so they don't sound so terrible, so if you've already read the old version you don't *have* to read the new ones. On the other hand if you feel like doing it and telling me if it's better or not it'd be much appreciated. And if you're reading this for the first time then click on that shiny "submit review button". =)

Later.