Chaos Falling
Tifa Lockheart stood at the railing of the Highwind and stared at down at was Midgar. The great and powerful Meteor was quickly lying to waste one of the greatest cities Gaia had ever witnessed. She was horrified at the amount of destruction and death that was happing before her very own eyes. Where is Holy?
Panic swelled in her throat as the cyclones caused by the turbulent winds began sucking up homes and people alike. NO! Stay calm, Aeris will pull through.
Tifa smiled at that thought. Her friend wouldn't let her down. Aeris had given her life so that her friends might live. Holy would come and all would be safe. For good measure, she turned and looked at her friends. Barret was slack-jawed at the destruction but his eyes still held hope and the same went for Cid, Nanaki and Vincent stood and watched with detached but slightly anxious eyes, Yuffie had Cait in a death grip but was otherwise just upset, and Cloud was smirking slightly with the knowledge that holy was on it's way.
It came suddenly, that bright white light rushing over the Kalm fields. Tifa watched in absolute amazement as the summon materia swirled around the great ball of death and destruction. It hit with full force, causing a shock wave to rock the ship. Tifa smiled and breathed a sigh of relief before realizing that Holy hadn't even slowed the descent of Meteor. In that one horrible second, Tifa realized that Holy was actually helping meteor.
Now panic did swell inside of her. She looked once more at her friends' faces only to discover that everyone but Vincent had a look of destruction and defeat in their eyes. She looked at Vincent once again. He was always so calm and detached; his calm seemed to soak into her. She turned away and stared over the railing. The others were discussing how to solve the matter when Tifa noticed green snake like tendrils speeding over the land. Hope burst through her small body as the life stream swirled and twisted towards Meteor. Tifa had never prayed but at that moment she began praying with fervor that the planet would give them one more chance at life.
The stream of life hit the evil death ball with all it had. It swirled and surrounded meteor and ultimately destroyed it. At the moment of destruction, powerful winds ripped the Highwind upwards. The glass shattered and Tifa was slammed against the front of the control system. She looked around desperately, hoping to find Cloud so that he could tell her everything would be alright. Instead she found Vincent with his claw hooked into the floor of the deck. He was looking at her as well and Tifa turned away shyly.
Another draft rocked the ship and sent Tifa tumbling towards the edge. She felt various cuts and scratches line her body when she hit the shattered glass but otherwise retained no serious injuries, except that she hanging over the edge of the front of the Highwind.
Vincent saw Tifa sail towards the edge. She now had an arm and half her face hanging in midair. Releasing his claw hold on the deck, he inched towards her. She was just out of reach when another shake sent her over the edge. Vincent let a curse before jumping in after her.
Tifa was falling with her back to the earth. Her hand was reaching upwards and her mouth was open with terror. She was going to die alone. Tears streamed from her face and she closed her eyes. When they opened again, she saw Vincent Valentine not more than a hundreds yards from her, and he was getting closer.
Vincent had his head pointed at the ground and his arms at his sides. Tifa had seen him and was now spreading her arms and legs wide to cause as much drag as she could. She always had been extremely smart. Within seconds he had caught her in his arms.
Tifa clung to him looked into his face, but he wasn't looking back. Instead his face was etched with concentration. Not caring anymore, she dug her hands into his shirt and awaited certain death.
Vincent was calling forth Chaos. He hated the knowledge that he had something that monstrous inside of him but knew that it was the only way to save himself and the woman in his arms. Looking down at the top of her head, Vincent's expression softened slightly before Chaos filled his thoughts. In mere seconds, he had shifted from Vincent to Chaos.
Tifa gasped as she found herself in the arms of Chaos. Vincent had changed to save her and she knew how much he hated letting the demon out. She grasped his waist and prayed that the demon would save her and not just drop her like a fly.
Chaos was looking for an outcropping or a landing area of some sort. He spotted one on the side of a mountain and flew towards it. The winds seemed to calm as if they wanted the pair to live and Chaos made a safe landing. There was a small and shallow cave on this outcrop that Chaos walked towards. It set Tifa on her feet and walked towards a dark corner.
Tifa closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. Some how, they had survived and some how, they would find the others. She opened her eyes and looked where Chaos should have been only to find Vincent was walking towards her. She scrambled to get up only to find that she couldn't. Confused, she looked at her leg to find blood seeping out a deep gash. Pain exploded through her head at the sight of the wound and she cried out softly.
Vincent heard her cry and quickened his pace. He knelt by her and took her slender leg in his metallic hand. For the first time since Sephiroth, he spoke. "It's deep. We'll have to wait awhile for it to heal." Tifa bit her lip and nodded. Vincent took out the master restore and cast cure3 on her. Immediately, the wound began to knit and was almost closed up when the materia stopped working. Restore would only heal so far, it took full cure to fully restore damage like cuts.
The winds were still howling, but none reached them inside the small cave. Tifa was cold and wet to the bone but pride and shyness kept her from asking Vincent to sit by her and keep her warm.
Vincent looked down at his patient and found her shivering. He sat next to her and wrapped her in his cloak. She clung to him like a leaf to a tree. Her trembling soon subsided and her breathing became even once more. In his deep and calm voice he said, "You need rest. Tomorrow we're finding a way down."
Tifa nodded before saying, "Vincent, thank you. I would have died alone."
Tifa Lockheart stood at the railing of the Highwind and stared at down at was Midgar. The great and powerful Meteor was quickly lying to waste one of the greatest cities Gaia had ever witnessed. She was horrified at the amount of destruction and death that was happing before her very own eyes. Where is Holy?
Panic swelled in her throat as the cyclones caused by the turbulent winds began sucking up homes and people alike. NO! Stay calm, Aeris will pull through.
Tifa smiled at that thought. Her friend wouldn't let her down. Aeris had given her life so that her friends might live. Holy would come and all would be safe. For good measure, she turned and looked at her friends. Barret was slack-jawed at the destruction but his eyes still held hope and the same went for Cid, Nanaki and Vincent stood and watched with detached but slightly anxious eyes, Yuffie had Cait in a death grip but was otherwise just upset, and Cloud was smirking slightly with the knowledge that holy was on it's way.
It came suddenly, that bright white light rushing over the Kalm fields. Tifa watched in absolute amazement as the summon materia swirled around the great ball of death and destruction. It hit with full force, causing a shock wave to rock the ship. Tifa smiled and breathed a sigh of relief before realizing that Holy hadn't even slowed the descent of Meteor. In that one horrible second, Tifa realized that Holy was actually helping meteor.
Now panic did swell inside of her. She looked once more at her friends' faces only to discover that everyone but Vincent had a look of destruction and defeat in their eyes. She looked at Vincent once again. He was always so calm and detached; his calm seemed to soak into her. She turned away and stared over the railing. The others were discussing how to solve the matter when Tifa noticed green snake like tendrils speeding over the land. Hope burst through her small body as the life stream swirled and twisted towards Meteor. Tifa had never prayed but at that moment she began praying with fervor that the planet would give them one more chance at life.
The stream of life hit the evil death ball with all it had. It swirled and surrounded meteor and ultimately destroyed it. At the moment of destruction, powerful winds ripped the Highwind upwards. The glass shattered and Tifa was slammed against the front of the control system. She looked around desperately, hoping to find Cloud so that he could tell her everything would be alright. Instead she found Vincent with his claw hooked into the floor of the deck. He was looking at her as well and Tifa turned away shyly.
Another draft rocked the ship and sent Tifa tumbling towards the edge. She felt various cuts and scratches line her body when she hit the shattered glass but otherwise retained no serious injuries, except that she hanging over the edge of the front of the Highwind.
Vincent saw Tifa sail towards the edge. She now had an arm and half her face hanging in midair. Releasing his claw hold on the deck, he inched towards her. She was just out of reach when another shake sent her over the edge. Vincent let a curse before jumping in after her.
Tifa was falling with her back to the earth. Her hand was reaching upwards and her mouth was open with terror. She was going to die alone. Tears streamed from her face and she closed her eyes. When they opened again, she saw Vincent Valentine not more than a hundreds yards from her, and he was getting closer.
Vincent had his head pointed at the ground and his arms at his sides. Tifa had seen him and was now spreading her arms and legs wide to cause as much drag as she could. She always had been extremely smart. Within seconds he had caught her in his arms.
Tifa clung to him looked into his face, but he wasn't looking back. Instead his face was etched with concentration. Not caring anymore, she dug her hands into his shirt and awaited certain death.
Vincent was calling forth Chaos. He hated the knowledge that he had something that monstrous inside of him but knew that it was the only way to save himself and the woman in his arms. Looking down at the top of her head, Vincent's expression softened slightly before Chaos filled his thoughts. In mere seconds, he had shifted from Vincent to Chaos.
Tifa gasped as she found herself in the arms of Chaos. Vincent had changed to save her and she knew how much he hated letting the demon out. She grasped his waist and prayed that the demon would save her and not just drop her like a fly.
Chaos was looking for an outcropping or a landing area of some sort. He spotted one on the side of a mountain and flew towards it. The winds seemed to calm as if they wanted the pair to live and Chaos made a safe landing. There was a small and shallow cave on this outcrop that Chaos walked towards. It set Tifa on her feet and walked towards a dark corner.
Tifa closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. Some how, they had survived and some how, they would find the others. She opened her eyes and looked where Chaos should have been only to find Vincent was walking towards her. She scrambled to get up only to find that she couldn't. Confused, she looked at her leg to find blood seeping out a deep gash. Pain exploded through her head at the sight of the wound and she cried out softly.
Vincent heard her cry and quickened his pace. He knelt by her and took her slender leg in his metallic hand. For the first time since Sephiroth, he spoke. "It's deep. We'll have to wait awhile for it to heal." Tifa bit her lip and nodded. Vincent took out the master restore and cast cure3 on her. Immediately, the wound began to knit and was almost closed up when the materia stopped working. Restore would only heal so far, it took full cure to fully restore damage like cuts.
The winds were still howling, but none reached them inside the small cave. Tifa was cold and wet to the bone but pride and shyness kept her from asking Vincent to sit by her and keep her warm.
Vincent looked down at his patient and found her shivering. He sat next to her and wrapped her in his cloak. She clung to him like a leaf to a tree. Her trembling soon subsided and her breathing became even once more. In his deep and calm voice he said, "You need rest. Tomorrow we're finding a way down."
Tifa nodded before saying, "Vincent, thank you. I would have died alone."