A/N: A little more action, and someone else to add to the plot...

DISCLAIMER: I don't own FFVII or its characters. If I did, I wouldn't have as much trouble paying for college as I do.

Chapter 4 – Old Scores, New Voices

I don't think you understand me

I'm cold

My brother once knew you well

Please leave me alone

Shall I introduce you to my other brother?

Where am I?

See, brother, she'll be perfect.

"STOP!" Tifa screamed, opening her eyes finally. This was a cold grey world. She was sitting on the floor of a room with no window, and it appeared to have no door. Only cold steel and a single bluish light on the ceiling.

The crumpled and still unconscious form of Vincent lay on the other side of the cell. The effect of the room was dizzying, and he seemed miles away from her.

Stupid Tifa. Why did you have to get all limit crazy?

She groaned. There was a small gash on her left arm. The hardened blood looked black, and gave her an uneasy feeling. Her side felt bruised, and her legs felt overly tired.

Looks like they handled me well while I was out.

She sighed. The battle was still clear in her mind. Her anger had taken over, fueled by a haughty sense of pride. The Turks faces seemed undaunted as she unleashed her powerful limit break, an attack that was the zenith of her training and experiences. In the middle of her sequence, she saw Elena grab something out of her pocket, something small and black. A pain had shot through her body, stopping her well trained movements...and then all went dark.

Looks like it got Vincent, too, whatever that thing was.

She beat her fist against the floor, and immediately regretted it. Her hand felt like it exploded.

"Godammit!" she cried, in the best language Cid could ever use.

She looked down at her hand. Her gloves were missing. Not only that, the floor was EXTREMELY hard. She set her throbbing hand into her lap and closed her eyes, waiting for the pain to numb.

"Agh..." Vincent moaned.

Tifa looked over. He was sitting up now, half glaring at her and half wincing.

"Next time, do not be so hasty," he half growled, holding his right side.

"Sorry," she said, and looked away. She let her thoughts wander; knowing that talking with Vincent would be a waste of energy right now.

I wonder if Cloud has noticed I'm gone yet...

"They have taken my weapon," his voice jolted her out of her ponderings.

"I told you it was mine," a familiar voice said, echoing off the metallic walls.

Vincent rolled his eyes. Tifa looked around for the source of the voice, inspecting the bare cell with her eyes thoroughly.

Reno materialized through one of the walls. His eyes looked at the two with a twinkle of amusement. He held the Death Penalty in his right hand. Vincent gave the man a look that would kill.

"Children shouldn't play with guns," Vincent said with poison in his voice. Reno laughed.

"I came to extend an invitation to the lady," he said, the sarcasm giving his voice a strange edge, "Elena wishes to have a word with you."

Tifa glared. She thought that the Turks would be different once Sephiroth was gone. Somehow she had hope that Reno and the others didn't mean any harm.

"I said now, please," Reno said, a little impatient. The Death Penalty was now inches from her forehead. She started to get up slowly, watching Reno's every move with caution. Soon she was up and standing in front of Reno. He placed something in her hand.

Her body felt like it was tearing itself into a million pieces. Then in an instant, the feeling was gone.

Reno smirked, "Feels weird, huh?"

"Very," she replied, still a little shocked by whatever just happened.

This was a different room, for Vincent was no longer in sight. It somehow felt warmer, and more inviting. She relaxed a little, she couldn't help it, something felt...friendly.

"Elena is this way," Reno said, pointing towards his right. Tifa started to move that way.

He seems different than earlier...I don't know why, but I have a feeling he's helping us for some reason...

They continued down a hallway is silence. There were no windows still, and no indication as to the size of the building...it could be massive or just a little shack with some optical illusions. Tifa shook her head...this disorientation was making her a little dizzy.

"In here," Reno stopped in front of a glossy black door. She went towards it and he opened it for her, stepped aside, and closed it behind her.

There sat Elena, reclining in a black leather chair.

Bitch.

"Hello Tifa," she said smugly, "do you know why you're here?"

"I was hoping you could tell me that..." she twitched a little, sometimes Elena could really get on her nerves.

"I had to ensure that certain people didn't know this..." Elena said, and bit her lip. Tifa raised her eyebrows.

Something is not right.

"I'm on your side," Elena said almost painfully, "Because..."

"What?" Tifa said, impatiently.

"We found Sephiroth. He's alive."

Tifa could only see red, all red in her vision. Then her stomach churned.

"He's looking for you Tifa..." Elena said in a half whisper.

"W-what?" Tifa gasped out.

"We had to warn you, but in a way Sephiroth wouldn't notice," Elena turned her head away, "Sorry we attacked you. This materia did shorten the fight." She held up a familiar small black object. Tifa grinned a little at the cleverness.

"Why is he after me?" she asked finally, getting a somber look on her face.

"Because he knows..." Elena said opening her mouth for the next sentence...

CRASH!!!

A loud noise thundered through the outside halls. Reno burst into the room, wide eyed.

"He's..." he began. Elena held up her hand to silence him.

"Impossible..." she muttered under her breath, leading Tifa out of the room.

They didn't even get out of the room before the heard a rustle of a cape and the metallic sound of a sword being unsheathed.