Out for Blood
TheVulgarUnicorn726
A/n: I Havent updated because my computer was being wacky, but you dont want to read me rabble on so heres the story. ~ = point of view change ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 4
Realm's whole story.
Hethgar and Realm walked into the light of the outdoors. The accursed sun blinding her eyes and they reached the entrance to the town. Hethgar reached into his pocket, pulled out a small green box, extracted 2 long tubes, and offered her one. 'cigarettes' she thought amused, 'my only poison' Truth be told, it didn't matter what she did to her body, she was nearly immortal. She would withstand at least 500 years of time. Hethgar on the other hand, was immortal. He could only be slain by slashing his head off. After a few minutes and a few puff on the cancer stick, she saw a strange flying object. Hojo's isolation of Realm had seriously dampened her understanding of the mechanical world. Even though Hethgar had helped her to understand things, (and insisted on training 3 times a day at least) she still was amazed the metal could be made to fly. The airship landed as the blond man, a man with a red cloak, and a girl with long dark hair headed towards the smoking immortals. Realm glanced at Hethgar, his eyes were dancing; he wanted desperately to toy with these people minds. One glance from Realm was enough to put him in his place. They starting walking towards the blond man and his friends. ~Cloud Strife felt as if his insides had blown apart. He felt as if his heart were dead, or shattered; his only desire being to make Sephiroth feel this way. Cloud noticed two people walking towards himself, Tifa, and Vincent. They were dress in long baggy trench coats, and the shorter one had spiked boots. ~ Realm walked to Cloud, all the while waiting...she knew what he would do...it was sure to be...amusing. ~When those oddly clad people were 15 feet away, Cloud drew his sword. if they meant for a fight, they would get it. Before he knew what happened, she kicked his hand. Clouds sword flew some 50 feet away. whoever she was, she was strong.
Tifa raised a clawed hand to perform a "Beat Rush" attach on the girls partner. He moved so fast she could not even hit him once. he jumped 50 feet, grabbed clouds sword, and chucked it at Tifa. ~Hethgar jump to avoid the little pest. He did not want to harm one so beautiful, but it must be done. He threw the blond ones sword at her, being careful so that it only hit her with the flat part and knock her out. ~ Tifa had been knocked out, cloud was virtually weaponless, and Vincent was staring at the oddly clad girl instead of attacking her. Cloud decided the man was the bigger issue, and ran at him with a bolt plume; it did 573 points of damage. The man brushed his jacket off, then kicked cloud in the head. Cloud landed hard on his ass, he looked at the man, no human hit with such force...he had to be...~Realm stared at the red eyed man. he was a year 1, or even...an D.S.3. he had to be...but how could her brother do such a thing...why would the kind, loving, talkative, and amusing person do such a thing
to another person?
"A-are you a year 1 or an D.S.3?" she asked. Unsure if she wanted to hear an answer.
"I am a year 1. Am I correct in guessing you and your friend are D.S.3s?" his voice was deep, and meaningful; like someone who had held dignity and power long ago. She simply nodded. Realm did not trust her voice for fear she may sound timid or weak. The man with blood for eyes spoke once more, "I suppose you are to tell Cloud the other half?" She nodded once more, then finding her voice said, "I would have spoken sooner had Strife not attacked. Hethgar gets so easily worked up." She nodded her head at her friend who was still being goggled at by Cloud. ~Vincent went over to Cloud and dragged him to his feet. Cloud snapped out of his daze and went over to Tifa, who was coming to. The cloaked man walked over towards his female companion, both of then lowered their hoods. Strife and his two friends sat on the ground, distributing potions. "My name is Realm, the is my friend Hethgar. We are here to turn the tides of battle. First you must know the whole story behind my brother, Sephiroth." The seated people looked at her with the utmost attention. She made the mistake of looking the red-eyed man in the eyes. she saw a mix of things: flesh, metal gleaming, black hair rolling off naked skin as their eyes met once more. She shook her head, 'no,' she thought, 'if that is to be my fate then I shall defy it.' Hethgar looked at her, then at strife and his friends.
"Tell us your names." he demanded
"I am Cloud, this is Tifa, and that is Vincent."
"I shall tell you my brothers story, but do not interrupt. I will not repeat it once more." She looked at the three people before her.
"Sephiroth is my brother, Aeris was my sister. They had no blood relation, and because we had grown up together in Hojo's labs together, they fell in love. Aeris was planning on saving the world from doom. For her spell to be complete her blood had to be spilt on the alter by one she truly loved. She had thought that Cloud was her true love, but in the end picked Sephiroth." She stopped for air, she began once more, speaking in a military fashion.
"My brother's spirit has been possessed, and his mind mutated by Jenova. Hojo, our father, had spliced his very being with Jenova cells. I was fortunate enough to never receive this procedure, but my brother was not well of mind from it. His mind is normal enough, but when he is around you, Strife, Jenova takes over. That's why Aeris died, because Sephiroth's mind had been taken from him. My sister's spell has only been half complete. Now it is my fate to die on the alter, for only pure sacrifice can replace love. Once my blood is drained, Hethgar will take you to a sacred Shrine of the Ancients where you will obtain the "Holy" materia. "Holy" is the only weapon that will destroy Sephiroth; and once it shines green, your people will have been saved. the "Holy" materia is apart of the planet. No matter where it is lost, it shall return to the planet."
"Tell your people, and if you decide to let us come with you on your flying ship, we will start out for the alter and shrine." Came the voice of Hethgar. Cloud, Tifa, and Vincent boarded The Highwind without a word. After a half an hour a different blond man hung himself off the deck of the ship so he could yell to them,
"Hey, FUC*#$! Get the hell up here."
TheVulgarUnicorn726
A/n: I Havent updated because my computer was being wacky, but you dont want to read me rabble on so heres the story. ~ = point of view change ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 4
Realm's whole story.
Hethgar and Realm walked into the light of the outdoors. The accursed sun blinding her eyes and they reached the entrance to the town. Hethgar reached into his pocket, pulled out a small green box, extracted 2 long tubes, and offered her one. 'cigarettes' she thought amused, 'my only poison' Truth be told, it didn't matter what she did to her body, she was nearly immortal. She would withstand at least 500 years of time. Hethgar on the other hand, was immortal. He could only be slain by slashing his head off. After a few minutes and a few puff on the cancer stick, she saw a strange flying object. Hojo's isolation of Realm had seriously dampened her understanding of the mechanical world. Even though Hethgar had helped her to understand things, (and insisted on training 3 times a day at least) she still was amazed the metal could be made to fly. The airship landed as the blond man, a man with a red cloak, and a girl with long dark hair headed towards the smoking immortals. Realm glanced at Hethgar, his eyes were dancing; he wanted desperately to toy with these people minds. One glance from Realm was enough to put him in his place. They starting walking towards the blond man and his friends. ~Cloud Strife felt as if his insides had blown apart. He felt as if his heart were dead, or shattered; his only desire being to make Sephiroth feel this way. Cloud noticed two people walking towards himself, Tifa, and Vincent. They were dress in long baggy trench coats, and the shorter one had spiked boots. ~ Realm walked to Cloud, all the while waiting...she knew what he would do...it was sure to be...amusing. ~When those oddly clad people were 15 feet away, Cloud drew his sword. if they meant for a fight, they would get it. Before he knew what happened, she kicked his hand. Clouds sword flew some 50 feet away. whoever she was, she was strong.
Tifa raised a clawed hand to perform a "Beat Rush" attach on the girls partner. He moved so fast she could not even hit him once. he jumped 50 feet, grabbed clouds sword, and chucked it at Tifa. ~Hethgar jump to avoid the little pest. He did not want to harm one so beautiful, but it must be done. He threw the blond ones sword at her, being careful so that it only hit her with the flat part and knock her out. ~ Tifa had been knocked out, cloud was virtually weaponless, and Vincent was staring at the oddly clad girl instead of attacking her. Cloud decided the man was the bigger issue, and ran at him with a bolt plume; it did 573 points of damage. The man brushed his jacket off, then kicked cloud in the head. Cloud landed hard on his ass, he looked at the man, no human hit with such force...he had to be...~Realm stared at the red eyed man. he was a year 1, or even...an D.S.3. he had to be...but how could her brother do such a thing...why would the kind, loving, talkative, and amusing person do such a thing
to another person?
"A-are you a year 1 or an D.S.3?" she asked. Unsure if she wanted to hear an answer.
"I am a year 1. Am I correct in guessing you and your friend are D.S.3s?" his voice was deep, and meaningful; like someone who had held dignity and power long ago. She simply nodded. Realm did not trust her voice for fear she may sound timid or weak. The man with blood for eyes spoke once more, "I suppose you are to tell Cloud the other half?" She nodded once more, then finding her voice said, "I would have spoken sooner had Strife not attacked. Hethgar gets so easily worked up." She nodded her head at her friend who was still being goggled at by Cloud. ~Vincent went over to Cloud and dragged him to his feet. Cloud snapped out of his daze and went over to Tifa, who was coming to. The cloaked man walked over towards his female companion, both of then lowered their hoods. Strife and his two friends sat on the ground, distributing potions. "My name is Realm, the is my friend Hethgar. We are here to turn the tides of battle. First you must know the whole story behind my brother, Sephiroth." The seated people looked at her with the utmost attention. She made the mistake of looking the red-eyed man in the eyes. she saw a mix of things: flesh, metal gleaming, black hair rolling off naked skin as their eyes met once more. She shook her head, 'no,' she thought, 'if that is to be my fate then I shall defy it.' Hethgar looked at her, then at strife and his friends.
"Tell us your names." he demanded
"I am Cloud, this is Tifa, and that is Vincent."
"I shall tell you my brothers story, but do not interrupt. I will not repeat it once more." She looked at the three people before her.
"Sephiroth is my brother, Aeris was my sister. They had no blood relation, and because we had grown up together in Hojo's labs together, they fell in love. Aeris was planning on saving the world from doom. For her spell to be complete her blood had to be spilt on the alter by one she truly loved. She had thought that Cloud was her true love, but in the end picked Sephiroth." She stopped for air, she began once more, speaking in a military fashion.
"My brother's spirit has been possessed, and his mind mutated by Jenova. Hojo, our father, had spliced his very being with Jenova cells. I was fortunate enough to never receive this procedure, but my brother was not well of mind from it. His mind is normal enough, but when he is around you, Strife, Jenova takes over. That's why Aeris died, because Sephiroth's mind had been taken from him. My sister's spell has only been half complete. Now it is my fate to die on the alter, for only pure sacrifice can replace love. Once my blood is drained, Hethgar will take you to a sacred Shrine of the Ancients where you will obtain the "Holy" materia. "Holy" is the only weapon that will destroy Sephiroth; and once it shines green, your people will have been saved. the "Holy" materia is apart of the planet. No matter where it is lost, it shall return to the planet."
"Tell your people, and if you decide to let us come with you on your flying ship, we will start out for the alter and shrine." Came the voice of Hethgar. Cloud, Tifa, and Vincent boarded The Highwind without a word. After a half an hour a different blond man hung himself off the deck of the ship so he could yell to them,
"Hey, FUC*#$! Get the hell up here."