A Safe Haven
They woke that morning at the same time. Tifa and Vincent were curled next to each other under Vincent's cloak. Tifa awoke with a start from a nightmare causing Vincent to wake abruptly and do what any Turk would do; get a gun at the attacker's head. He pulled her under him and had hand on his Death Penalty when he realized who it was. Tifa was white as snow and Vincent could feel her shaking. He got up and helped her to feet as quickly as possible, praying that she wouldn't mention that moment ever again.
Tifa was still a little shaky on her feet but was otherwise alright. Vincent had begun walking towards a door. Tifa quickly scurried after him, praying it contained some sort of drinking water.
Vincent had been in this facility more than once and knew where everything was, everything but another exit. He couldn't help but wonder why it had been abandoned. Usually at least two people were here just to make sure that none of goods were stolen. He checked the door and found it to be unlocked. Taking a glance behind at Tifa, he walked through the door.
Upon entering, he found out why the place had nobody in it. There, on the bed, was a huge Behemoth. He grabbed his Death Penalty and shot.
Tifa heard the shot and ran. Her Premium Heart was still on her hand equipped with all the materia she would need to kill a master toneberry. She walked in to find Vincent lying underneath a Behemoth. Tifa shot in and kicked it in the head giving Vincent just enough time to leap to his feet and get another shot in. That shot ripped through the skull and caused instant death.
Vincent had obtained a few very deep cuts, but he wasn't worried. He healed much faster than the average human. That didn't stop Tifa from worrying. She quickly ran over to him and examined the deep gashes on his shoulder. Vincent was so tall she had to stand on tip toe but she could see them none the less. "Vincent, you're hurt..."
Vincent brushed her off, but gently he added, "It's nothing; it'll heal in no time."
Tifa looked like she wanted to say something, but thought better of it and nodded. Instead she looked at around at room. The Behemoth had obviously come in through another exit, most likely the door at the other end of the room. Tifa walked over to and turned the handle. The door swung open easily, but revealed a blockage made of fallen rock. Disappointed, she shut the door and began further examining the room.
There was a control panel with security cameras and TVs on a desk along with a piece of paper labeled 'Map'. The bed was large enough for two people to sleep comfortably and had several blankets stored underneath. Next she took a look at the bathroom. It had a clean shower, a toilet, and a sink. It was rather small but then again this wasn't a five star hotel. Walking back into the room, she noticed a microwave, a table with two chairs, and a cabinet probably full of plates and utensils.
Vincent had settled himself into one of the chairs and proceeded to study the map. Tifa sighed and sat on the bed. It was fairly comfortable and soon she was asleep. Vincent looked up to find her sleeping and got up. He walked over, picked her up, turned down the covers, and tucked her in. It was then he noticed how warm her head was. He recalled noticing that before and wondered if she had a fever. Well, if she does it's best to let her sleep. Vincent shrugged and went back to the map, hoping to obtain some clue as to where another exit might be.
Tifa was dreaming once again. She was back in Neiblhiem, sitting next to Sephiroth the evening before she was take him to the mountains. "Tifa, you should come back to Midgar with me. I'll show you the highs and lows, the good and the bad. Won't you say yes?" "Sephiroth, I don't know..." "Just think about it, you don't have to come right away. I'll come back and see you sometime."
The dream faded and Tifa felt herself spiraling towards another memory. "Papa! Papa! He did this to you, didn't he? I hate them all!"
She remembered the pain she'd felt at realizing Sephiroth had killed everyone. She had grabbed his sword, run up the stairs, and tried to kill him. The last look he had on his face before slicing her haunted her. It was a face that looked horrified at what it was doing. She knew then that something had possessed him and that this wasn't really him, but she also knew that he could never go back. That was day she had sworn to avenge him and all the deaths that his demonic possessor had caused.
They woke that morning at the same time. Tifa and Vincent were curled next to each other under Vincent's cloak. Tifa awoke with a start from a nightmare causing Vincent to wake abruptly and do what any Turk would do; get a gun at the attacker's head. He pulled her under him and had hand on his Death Penalty when he realized who it was. Tifa was white as snow and Vincent could feel her shaking. He got up and helped her to feet as quickly as possible, praying that she wouldn't mention that moment ever again.
Tifa was still a little shaky on her feet but was otherwise alright. Vincent had begun walking towards a door. Tifa quickly scurried after him, praying it contained some sort of drinking water.
Vincent had been in this facility more than once and knew where everything was, everything but another exit. He couldn't help but wonder why it had been abandoned. Usually at least two people were here just to make sure that none of goods were stolen. He checked the door and found it to be unlocked. Taking a glance behind at Tifa, he walked through the door.
Upon entering, he found out why the place had nobody in it. There, on the bed, was a huge Behemoth. He grabbed his Death Penalty and shot.
Tifa heard the shot and ran. Her Premium Heart was still on her hand equipped with all the materia she would need to kill a master toneberry. She walked in to find Vincent lying underneath a Behemoth. Tifa shot in and kicked it in the head giving Vincent just enough time to leap to his feet and get another shot in. That shot ripped through the skull and caused instant death.
Vincent had obtained a few very deep cuts, but he wasn't worried. He healed much faster than the average human. That didn't stop Tifa from worrying. She quickly ran over to him and examined the deep gashes on his shoulder. Vincent was so tall she had to stand on tip toe but she could see them none the less. "Vincent, you're hurt..."
Vincent brushed her off, but gently he added, "It's nothing; it'll heal in no time."
Tifa looked like she wanted to say something, but thought better of it and nodded. Instead she looked at around at room. The Behemoth had obviously come in through another exit, most likely the door at the other end of the room. Tifa walked over to and turned the handle. The door swung open easily, but revealed a blockage made of fallen rock. Disappointed, she shut the door and began further examining the room.
There was a control panel with security cameras and TVs on a desk along with a piece of paper labeled 'Map'. The bed was large enough for two people to sleep comfortably and had several blankets stored underneath. Next she took a look at the bathroom. It had a clean shower, a toilet, and a sink. It was rather small but then again this wasn't a five star hotel. Walking back into the room, she noticed a microwave, a table with two chairs, and a cabinet probably full of plates and utensils.
Vincent had settled himself into one of the chairs and proceeded to study the map. Tifa sighed and sat on the bed. It was fairly comfortable and soon she was asleep. Vincent looked up to find her sleeping and got up. He walked over, picked her up, turned down the covers, and tucked her in. It was then he noticed how warm her head was. He recalled noticing that before and wondered if she had a fever. Well, if she does it's best to let her sleep. Vincent shrugged and went back to the map, hoping to obtain some clue as to where another exit might be.
Tifa was dreaming once again. She was back in Neiblhiem, sitting next to Sephiroth the evening before she was take him to the mountains. "Tifa, you should come back to Midgar with me. I'll show you the highs and lows, the good and the bad. Won't you say yes?" "Sephiroth, I don't know..." "Just think about it, you don't have to come right away. I'll come back and see you sometime."
The dream faded and Tifa felt herself spiraling towards another memory. "Papa! Papa! He did this to you, didn't he? I hate them all!"
She remembered the pain she'd felt at realizing Sephiroth had killed everyone. She had grabbed his sword, run up the stairs, and tried to kill him. The last look he had on his face before slicing her haunted her. It was a face that looked horrified at what it was doing. She knew then that something had possessed him and that this wasn't really him, but she also knew that he could never go back. That was day she had sworn to avenge him and all the deaths that his demonic possessor had caused.