Hello, I did not invent final fantasy 7, damn.

How It Should Be

With great conviction, Cloud managed to slip away into a restful state of mind. His last blurry image of Tifa's body so full of life and passion caused an inevitable reaction within his subconscious. He smiled. His heavy eyelids soon shuttered his great emerald eyes and all light left his world.

The Innkeeper stared unblinking at the elegant grandfather clock standing defiantly in its ancient resting place against the wall. As it struck 01:00 am he stood up, resolute and ready for bed. He stretched his fat arms and yawned a long unyielding yawn. He shuffled around his desk and put out the flame of his work lantern. He placed a foot on the stair leading up towards the rooms. A long fierce silver blade tainted with bright spots of shining blood trickling down its razor edge slid through his stomach. He moaned with a chilling dullness and he fell through the blades shaft onto his cold floor. Sephiroth stared unblinkingly at the grandfather clock standing defiantly in its ancient resting place against the wall. He swung his blade up so the tip of the sword was at eyelevel. He watched the blood retreat back down the edge. 'I shall take it back.' He whispered, 'I shall take his rotting corpse back to mother.'

Red XIII's ears pricked slightly as a faint thud disturbed his slumber. He raised his great head and blinked at his surroundings. His Cherry mane glittered in the moonlight like the bright youthful embers of birthing flame. Whispers floated in the still air. He lifted himself on his powerful legs and trotted out of the room. He reached the top of the stairs and peered down. For a moment he saw nothing but silver smoke drift from the unseen lantern on the innkeepers desk in the corner of the room Red could not see. Then he saw something peculiar, something almost unnoticeable. Small spots of moonlight danced across the floor in what looked like a large round pool on the floor. Then he saw the innkeeper, like a fat round shadow on the dark wood, plump and lifeless. Red turned frantically to meet two cold green eyes almost silver in the moonlight. Sephiroth stood at the end of the corridor; his sword raised with both hands hovered directly up the centre of his body with the tip finishing just above his head. Its hard edge directly slicing his face down the middle, which gave a horrible symmetrical appearance. Blood dripped from the blade onto the floor. Red's entire body tensed. His muscles flexed in his powerful shoulders. Sephiroth stared at the mighty beast totally unfazed by Red's show of strength. 'We have no need for you.' Sephiroth said in a cruel, calm voice. 'You shall not hurt my friends!' Red barked as bounded towards the tall black figure. Red leaped, his long claws outstretched and his teeth sharp and deadly speeding closer towards Sephiroth's neck. Sephiroth disappeared upwards in a black flash as Red crashed into the table and vase where Sephiroth had been standing. Sephiroth landed without a whisper of a thud as he hit the floor. He spun around and lunged at Red, piercing Red's heaving rib cage just below the shoulders with his deadly blade. Blood trickled down Red's fiery fur. He gasped and slumped onto the floor.
Barrett ambled through the doorway of their room. 'Quit yer barkin' ya crazy mutt.' He trailed off as he stared wide eyed at the limp Red lying in a pool of blood, his fur soaked and his face contorted in pain. Barrett's gaze turned towards the towering Sephiroth now slowly turning, his long silver hair hiding his heartless smile. 'You'll pay you freak! Fer Tifa's father an' fer the people o' this town you've hurt and the pain you've caused. You'll pay for Red an' feel pain.' Barrett's burly arm lifted, the hard shining machine gun grafted onto his arm pointed at Sephiroth's chest. 'We have no need for you.' Sephiroth repeated 'Protect!' The brilliant blue bubble Sephiroth had cast around himself lighted the corridor. Barrett fired a hail of deadly bullets straight towards Sephiroth's heart. Sephiroth's bubble shimmered as the piercing missiles pounded its surface. The ammunition fell useless onto the floor filling the air with unpleasant tinny sounds, though Barrett's barrage continued without interruption. The rattle of his relentless machine gun filled the street outside with ominous tones of death. Barrett did not falter. He would never stop attacking Sephiroth; equally he would never get through Sephiroth's barrier spell. His brow furrowed and his face clenched as he bounded towards Sephiroth, as Red XIII had done, still firing his useless ammunition against Sephiroth. 'Barrett no!' Tifa screamed as she ran out the door, closely followed by Aeries, Cait Sith, Yuffie and Cloud. Barrett hit the floor before he had struck one blow, blood pouring from a wide gash in his chest. As the whole party stood in the corridor, staring at the bloody scene in front of them, their two companions dead on the floor, Sephiroth still looked pale, calm and unfazed. He stretched his arms out and upwards. He stared around at their horrified faces and caught Clouds face, flushed with anger and his eyes blazing green fire. He took a deep breath and bellowed in a deep voice that seemed not of his own 'Thunder!' as bolts brilliant blue lightening cascaded from every window. Glass shattered on the floor the ear-splitting boom could be heard by all residing in Niblehiem. The dead bodies all lay atop of each other with wide eyes and blood seething from their mouths, except Cait Sith who collapsed against a wall and buzzed frantically. Sephiroth stepped over them lightly and silently until he reached Cloud's twitching body. 'This is how it should be.' Sephiroth muttered under his breath as he took Cloud by the neck and leapt through the broken window at the end of the hall.