His body was entirely numb as he climbed those marble stairs to the alter. With every step the realism of it commenced to slip away. Finally his foot found the last stair and his legs turned to lead as his concern and distress failed him. There she is... Oh my God she's so beautiful... In the center of the circular room was a ravishing young girl in a pink dress. She was kneeling on the hard marble floor, her gentle hands united; She seemed to be silently praying, her eyes shut. The last of his nerve faded as her gentle scent beckoned him forward. Lilacs...
Her tender face shone with the halcyon sunlight shafting through the gorgeous stain-glass windows. She didn't seem to mind it, absorbed in prayer. Her brown hair was neatly braided and tied in a long ponytail with a pink ribbon of silk. The girl's very appearance made him feel relaxed and safe. Right then he decided that he loved her. She looked so bare and fragile like the flowers she so cared for. Suddenly the light amber light playing about her face obscured as the sun instantly derived, gracing the room with a blood-red glow as well as the beautiful girl. Almost as quickly, something lurched in his stomach.
Immediately his entire prospect changed and he felt some sinister sensation in his mind like some sort of spiteful fetish; Like a presence of his nemesis in his own head. Kill her... Kill the girl... Absentmindedly he pulled free the Ultima Weapon, an outsized sword, from it's sheath on his back and menacingly approached the young female. What's happening to me.... I'm no longer controlling my body... Or am I? The blood-red sunlight intensified and he brought the impressive sword down upon the unwary girl. In the last second something in his head screamed and he jerked his hand away, the blade narrowly missing her vulnerable face.
The spectre in his mind screamed once more and he felt himself being pushed away as he once again attempted to kill her. Once again he jerked his hand away when the blade was a mere hair's length away from her skin. His mind shrieked and he was rudely thrown back into reality. What am I doing?! His grip on the sword weakened and the magnificent weapon clattered to the floor. Appalled at what he was on the verge of comitting, he staggered backwards against a wall. What is wrong with me...
There was a single lasting moment in which time seemed to stand still for him and then something on that admirable face stirred... and then... her eyes gently opened. His heart gave another lurch as he admired her eyes which were the color of the sky. Instantly upon seeing him, her face creased into a stunning smile. Words failed him. I love you Aeris... I love you! The words were stuck like a painful lump in his throat. She smiled knowingly. As if in some sort of trance he moved towards Aeris, her exquisite purity drawing him... beckoning him... He had to kiss her.
Their faces were a mere foot apart, and as his desire to have her burned painfully within his chest, he felt it. That wraith in his head. Stronger than ever before. A second before their lips brushed together, like some sort of putrid comet from the depths of hell, came a man. He was falling from the sky, a silver haired spawn draped in night, the Masumane pointed downwards for a swift kill. The boy felt his spirit and happiness nimbly drown in darkness as the blade pierced her waist, her smile vanishing to be replaced by a look of deep hurt.
As the blade was savagely ripped from her body, Aeris' limp form silently hit the marble while a tiny colorless orb fell out of the wound and bounced down the steps of the alter... the holy...
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!" Cloud screamed as he woke with a start. He couldn't see anything through the impenetrable darkness. As he looked around him, his vision beginning to adjust to the dark, and he saw Tifa sitting upright, her eyes filled with worry. She put her palm against his chest trying to soothe his uneven breathing. "Are you okay?" Before answering , Cloud shifted his once spiky blonde, now matted hair out of his eyes with a shaky hand. "Yeah." He stammered. "Just a bad dream..." Tifa didn't look too convinced. "If you say so... Go get yourself a glass of water."
And with that she pulled the covers up to her chin and quickly went back to sleep. Cloud however lay wide awake. He turned toward the sleeping form of his girlfriend watching her chest rise and fall with shallow breathing. Admiring her long dark hair. She was gorgeous, yet his mind still wandered back to the flower girl... "She's dead." He finally said. "Aeris is dead and I avenged her. Sephiroth payed with his life." Somewhat satisfied with himself, he finally rested his head on his pillow and put his arm around the sleeping Tifa. Somewhere, faraway, the Masuman fed...
Her tender face shone with the halcyon sunlight shafting through the gorgeous stain-glass windows. She didn't seem to mind it, absorbed in prayer. Her brown hair was neatly braided and tied in a long ponytail with a pink ribbon of silk. The girl's very appearance made him feel relaxed and safe. Right then he decided that he loved her. She looked so bare and fragile like the flowers she so cared for. Suddenly the light amber light playing about her face obscured as the sun instantly derived, gracing the room with a blood-red glow as well as the beautiful girl. Almost as quickly, something lurched in his stomach.
Immediately his entire prospect changed and he felt some sinister sensation in his mind like some sort of spiteful fetish; Like a presence of his nemesis in his own head. Kill her... Kill the girl... Absentmindedly he pulled free the Ultima Weapon, an outsized sword, from it's sheath on his back and menacingly approached the young female. What's happening to me.... I'm no longer controlling my body... Or am I? The blood-red sunlight intensified and he brought the impressive sword down upon the unwary girl. In the last second something in his head screamed and he jerked his hand away, the blade narrowly missing her vulnerable face.
The spectre in his mind screamed once more and he felt himself being pushed away as he once again attempted to kill her. Once again he jerked his hand away when the blade was a mere hair's length away from her skin. His mind shrieked and he was rudely thrown back into reality. What am I doing?! His grip on the sword weakened and the magnificent weapon clattered to the floor. Appalled at what he was on the verge of comitting, he staggered backwards against a wall. What is wrong with me...
There was a single lasting moment in which time seemed to stand still for him and then something on that admirable face stirred... and then... her eyes gently opened. His heart gave another lurch as he admired her eyes which were the color of the sky. Instantly upon seeing him, her face creased into a stunning smile. Words failed him. I love you Aeris... I love you! The words were stuck like a painful lump in his throat. She smiled knowingly. As if in some sort of trance he moved towards Aeris, her exquisite purity drawing him... beckoning him... He had to kiss her.
Their faces were a mere foot apart, and as his desire to have her burned painfully within his chest, he felt it. That wraith in his head. Stronger than ever before. A second before their lips brushed together, like some sort of putrid comet from the depths of hell, came a man. He was falling from the sky, a silver haired spawn draped in night, the Masumane pointed downwards for a swift kill. The boy felt his spirit and happiness nimbly drown in darkness as the blade pierced her waist, her smile vanishing to be replaced by a look of deep hurt.
As the blade was savagely ripped from her body, Aeris' limp form silently hit the marble while a tiny colorless orb fell out of the wound and bounced down the steps of the alter... the holy...
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!" Cloud screamed as he woke with a start. He couldn't see anything through the impenetrable darkness. As he looked around him, his vision beginning to adjust to the dark, and he saw Tifa sitting upright, her eyes filled with worry. She put her palm against his chest trying to soothe his uneven breathing. "Are you okay?" Before answering , Cloud shifted his once spiky blonde, now matted hair out of his eyes with a shaky hand. "Yeah." He stammered. "Just a bad dream..." Tifa didn't look too convinced. "If you say so... Go get yourself a glass of water."
And with that she pulled the covers up to her chin and quickly went back to sleep. Cloud however lay wide awake. He turned toward the sleeping form of his girlfriend watching her chest rise and fall with shallow breathing. Admiring her long dark hair. She was gorgeous, yet his mind still wandered back to the flower girl... "She's dead." He finally said. "Aeris is dead and I avenged her. Sephiroth payed with his life." Somewhat satisfied with himself, he finally rested his head on his pillow and put his arm around the sleeping Tifa. Somewhere, faraway, the Masuman fed...