Don't own the game. Damn…..
Thanks to all those who have reviewed, spoony, I'll try to write a funny fic with the 'accident'! lol
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The battles seemed to be relentless. Every few steps the trio took, they encountered monsters. Some were easy to defeat, a well timed blow would fell them. Others would take a little more out of the team.
Right now, they were fighting the hard assed monsters that had wandered over to them.
Had Vincent been one to moan about the unfairness of life, he would of down so explicitly by now. However, he had the pleasure of hearing Yuffie complaining enough for the entire group of AVALANCHE and then some.
The original plan would have been to separate the team into two teams of four. Now it was three to four. Vincent had been placed in charge of the three man team.
Cloud had given the former Turk the two most inexperienced fighters. Telling him that the experience would be a good morale boost to the other two. He had said nothing, perhaps he should of.
The dark man bitterly thought that Cloud didn't expect the team home. Once again, in all honesty, neither did Vincent.
The tonberry seemed to be mocking the tired team. It shuffled slowly from side to side, trying to decide which poor victim would meet their end of it's knife.
It picked the unfortunate Yuffie. The ninja gripped her weapon tighter, watching the monster make it's slow way to her. Her heartbeat became quicker, like it always did in battle.
Every move it made, made it's lantern sway and cast shadows about the small cave the team had been trapped in. the rusty knife it held glinted evilly in the low lighting.
Vincent growled in frustration. He hated the small toad like monster. He hated all monsters if he wanted to be honest with himself.
Why is it that when your life is being threatened, you become more honest with yourself? Vincent gazed at the young teen and Cait Sith. He could see how tired they were and they were no where near the target area. They should have been at the second meeting point by now. It lead to one course of action.
"This may be a battle we flee," Vincent tightened his own painful grip around his weapon. Chaos growled deep with in his mind, wanting the chance to be free. To protect his master.
Yuffie shook her head, her beaded hair bouncy against the metal clasp that held it in place.
The former turk sighed. They were all going to be killed by the teens pride. She had been taught never to run from a fight. She had all the skills required to be a Turk if she wanted.
Cait Sith, or the cat part of it bravely fought on, leaping in a spit of hissing to pounce on the tonberry's head. All that achieved was pissing the monster off.
Yuffie shifted from one foot to the other, telling Vincent that the teen was dealing with the fight or flight emotion. She was bravely battling her fears.
"You won't tell anyone if I run from this will you?" she asked timidly, Vincent could hear the shame in her voice.
Vincent waited until he emptied a round of bullets into the monster. He felt tired, spent and dejected.
"Only if you don't," he stated, never had he ran from battle but never had he lost the will to fight.
"No way," Yuffie promised, "I swear to the mighty god Leviathan."
Vincent nodded, trusting the words of the ninja. Cait sith was having trouble trying to move his huge white mog up, hearing the order to ran from battle. Vincent once again pulled the machine to it's feet, keeping a wary eye on the monster behind him. Yuffie leapt back, barley avoiding a fatal blow from the rusty old knife.
The former Turk provided cover fire as the three made for their escape. He could feel the shame emanate from his fellow fighters.
Gratefully, the Tonberry decided not to follow the trio. It musty of had it's fun mocking the group.
Yuffie skidded to a halt, panting for breath. She leaned heavily against the wall, shivering as her bare flesh touched the rock.
"Vincent, Yuffie! Cait Sith!" a voice called from the darkness.
The trio froze. Yuffie felt her heart leap into her throat. She was really beginning to hate surprises.
Vincent knelt back into the shadows, hiding from the new voice. The team had been fooled once by Jenova, claiming to be Tifa. This far into the mission, would not be a good thing.
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Cid slipped as he climbed down the rock. Cursing as he lost his grip. Once again, tears threatened to take hold of the scared blonde but he knew that the action would be futile.
Crying got no one no where.
The cave had gotten darker as he walked on, it was more darker in the cave than outside. It was warmer in the cave as well. He could feel the sweat drip off his features.
He pulled his goggles off, rubbing a hand through his short hair. It even felt greasy through his gloves.
No matter how warm the cave was, he still had the cold shiver that had been haunting him.
So far his luck had held out. He hadn't encountered any monsters. All he had encountered was a trail of dead monsters leading down further into the cave.
He stopped and listened to the creepy echoes and sounds of the North Cave. All his body was allowing him to hear was his own heartbeat, it thundered in his chest. He felt like the entire cave was watching him. He felt ready for battle, even if he was petrified.
The atmosphere of the place felt like it was alive. The former Shin-Ra pilot was ready for screaming at the cold walls. He felt claustrophobic, he longed for the sky.
The entire place stank of Mako, stank of the Lifestream. Above all, it had the unmistaken smell of death.
Was Sephiroth creating the monsters that were roaming the place? Was he responsible for the creepy atmosphere?
He pulled out the PHS he had, wishing it would work. He didn't realise that he was dialling Vincent's PHS until he looked at the small screen and found it rather proudly trying to ring the other cell.
The simple name brought some form of hope to his heart, once he got Vincent on the other line, it would be a simple thing of meeting the rest of the team a few hours later.
He stopped himself from pushing the end button, he was scared to hear what Vincent would say to him but he was scared not to continue the call. The blonde needed to hear the soft reassuring voice.
He raised the phone to his ear, expecting to hear the familiar ringing sound. All that greeted his ear was a dead line. His heart raced, did something happen to Vincent?!
Shit! God, please don't let it be that! he panicked, the same sickness he'd felt at the top of the cave crept back. The numbness that had taken his legs threatened to return.
He shook his head, clearing it of any of the horrid thoughts about the demise of Vincent. As hard as he could, he couldn't help the thoughts from creeping into his mind.
Images of a blood soaked corpse filtered into his mind. Monsters taking huge bites out of him…it made his stomach churn. His heart ache.
Concern began to build for the rest of AVALNCHE as well. Cloud was a capable leader but…if Sephiroth could do the whole mind over matter and control the young kid's mind…well, it spelt disaster for the rest of AVALANCHE.