Chapter 6...wow…didn't think I'd get that far…this chapter is again another Chaos feeling one. It will start to get a bit more interesting, trust me!

Chapter 6

"What the hell is that?!"

"Uhhh….I think it's Vincent."

"The goth-I'm-to-good-to-be-even-hanging-or-even-talking-to-you-boy?"

"Yes! Christ, were you born with a brain?"

"Shut it peroxide blonde."

"……I'm a natural. Not like Spike over there. It's Vincent."

"I didn't think he could do that…that thing looks pissed."

"I'd be pissed to if I had to listen to your constant whining and insults as to how I looked! Fucking kids nowadays."

"Wonder what it calls itself."

"Pissed off would be my first guess."

"You really are an asshole Cid."

Chaos tried to hold onto the conversation, hoping if he did, the master would come back and claim his form. The place of peace sounded so tempting and he wanted to go more than anything. He knew if he gave up the fight, the master and all the others would be lost. They would return to the planet.

Chaos knew how friendly the group of humans had been to him…not very. They had stood and stared in shock and horror as he emerged. The looks they had given him had hurt the master deeply, the master felt bad for even being alive but the blonde fire human, Cid, had protected the master. He refused to stand for the insults and funny looks the rest would give him.

Chaos missed the master, missed the soothing advice or the words of comfort that he would give him. He missed the master's friends. He missed the pilot more than most.

"Help!"

"Shit! Vincent, hold on!"

"I…I…" the master had clung to the crumbling ledge, looking into the blue scared eyes of his friend. Both seemed to know the end was nearing for them, nearing the end of AVALANCHE.

"I'm not letting ya die on me!" the blonde had hissed as he attempted to navigate the dangerous slopes, "You are so going to see the birth of your godson!"

The master had snorted a laugh at the comment. The blonde pilot had vowed that Vincent would be the godfather of his child. He didn't want to take his hands of the ledge, fearing that if he did, he'd lose his grip and fall back into the life stream. It was getting difficult to hold on, it felt like something was pulling at his lower body. Dragging him down into the electric green liquid that gushed below his feet.

"Of course. Someone has to keep the child's feet firmly on the ground," the master found that even the small attempt at humour made his spirits feel lighter. He knew how the pilot seemed to enjoy sarcasm.

Chaos screamed from it's place of peace, it knew the master would not see the sun for a long time. The green glowing liquid was now lapping at his feet, it sent electric shocks up his calves. It hurt like hell.

"Cid…" the master whispered.

Both of them seemed to understand the tone he had uttered. It was one of defeat, he knew when he had been bested.

"Thank you…"

"shit…ya damn fool," Cid had muttered, he kept his hand on the master's metal claw, "Til we met in the next life huh?"

The master had fell back into the life stream, hearing the screams of horror of various members of the crew of the airship. The look of friendship and pain evident in the blonde's eyes.

Chaos hugged itself tighter, it felt fear, loneliness. It understood why the master tried to hide his feelings. To show them could lead to pain, to lose what you loved the most.

The pilot had showed love to the unborn child outwardly and it had pained him when the child was lost. He had forced himself to be cheery and to put out that image, while inside, he was breaking in two. He had came to the master for advice, hoping the older being could give him a cure for the pain he was feeling or at least a way to block it out.

The master couldn't give him anything for the pain, the only advice he could give him was to let time heal. To talk to the lovely mate he was engaged to, she was also feeling the same as him. Perhaps more.

Chaos growled, it growled as it's stomach did. The human's had taken it's food away. All because it refused to speak when Horton had demanded it. Chaos was not an animal that would perform tricks for food, it was a sentient being, it demanded respect.

Master? Where are you? Please…help us.

The winged beast listened attentively for any type of sound or tremor in his mind. The other demons were silent. They were also listening for the master.

He isn't coming back…the Gilian beast roared softly, it howled mournfully.

Gigas sighed, I must concur with him. It has been too long Chaos.

The Hellmasker hissed angrily, Let us kill the worthless humans. They deserve none of our…it sneered the last word out, compassion.

Chaos overrode all three demons, it's voice over powering them and making them cower, SILENCE! We will not give up hope. It is all we have left. Also, how can I hear the master if you are all fighting? We are all in here together, we are all in the master's body.

The three demons mentally agreed, Chaos could inflict pain on them, even mentally. If the winged one still believed the master lived, then, the master lived.

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Night soon passed into morning for Chaos, it spent the night trying to listen for the master. It thought it had for a few times but it was only a faint memory.

It's faith in the master had never wavered, never once faltered in his belief that one day, the master would return but even now, as the others whispered doubts in his mind, he refused to believe the master was no longer.

It hoped the humans who had spoken about freedom would return, it liked their company. He liked the female, she reminded him of Tifa, one of the master's friends. Perhaps she could help the master return?

As if they had read it's thoughts, one of them walked in, it was the female. Chaos rose over to the side of his cell, hutched over as it wasn't quite tall enough for him to stand.

"Oh, hello," she muttered, the female seemed to be distracted by something.

"……Hello…" Chaos copied, it wanted to talk.

"Oh now you speak," she didn't seem to be too pleased.

Chaos nodded, it placed it's clawed hands onto the glass, searching for the young male that was there yesterday.

"What?" Louisa looked around, trying to see what the caged flyer was looking for.

"Adrian…?"

"Not here. He won't be in for another few hours. I'm…what's the point of talking? You won't understand me," Louisa turned her back on Chaos, shaking her head.

Chaos narrowed it's red eyes, it could. It knew how to speak but it had been so long since he last spoke to a human. The master had taught him how to speak polite to those around and it had watched how the humans in this building had spoke to each other.

"I do," it replied, "No one has spoken to me."

Louisa snapped round, Chaos had spoken clearly, no pauses or gaps. It was clear and fluent, could Vincent truly be in there?

"You learn quickly," she joked.

"being trapped in a small cell," Chaos knew what a joke was, it knew sarcasm, "I had some free time."

The lab was empty, save for the spare cells and filled ones with other lab experiments. Louisa walked over to Chaos, a smile gracing her features.

"Nice sense of humour. Learn that too?" Louisa stopped and stood in front of him.

"It's the master's. I'm borrowing it," Chaos managed a smile, it made Bear step back. It knew it cut a scary figure but it must frighten all when it smiled.

Louisa sighed, she had came to work with the attitude that she wasn't going to be pushed around anymore and that she would rival even Horton in her career. Seeing Chaos, a clearly intelligent being trapped in a small cage was breaking her resolve. She ran a hand through her hair. The idea of breaking the beast out was slowly beginning to sound tempting but she was scared of the repercussions that would follow. The SHADOW Shin-Ra would kill them if they caught her and those involved and she had to admit, she was fond of her new friend Adrian. He wanted to help those who needed it.

Adrian spoke of the rebels with great awe, like they were once again going to save the planet. Who did they think they were? The great AVALANCHE? No, just some tacky little rebel group with ideals of grandeur. It would never work.

So, why did she keep getting that feeling she did when she was on to a good thing? It would feel so good to take the company down a good few notches. But she liked the idea of seeing her 30th birthday and by playing rebels and bad guys was just going to get her killed. Along with her family if she was caught.

"If I did help you," she whispered, "I could get into so much trouble. My family could be killed, so could I."

"We were afraid when we faced a similar fate," Chaos admitted. AVALANCHE and the master had been afraid as to what the old Shin-Ra would do to them. The master had betrayed the very ones who he had sworn loyalty to and helped a bunch of rebels.

"And what did you all do?"

"We fought on. We could not stop, to do so would mean death."

"You spoke of He. Who is he?" Louisa recalled her notes, he had spoken of someone coming but hadn't clarified as to who.

"Sephiroth. He is returning."

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Duh duh duh! Alright, I guess ya knew that was coming right? He'll get a chapter to himself soon enough, as will the evil Horton, hisssssssssssss, I know how much you all like him. I have a prob at what to call the rebels, any ideas? I'm totally stuck, I'm thinking Humanity's Hope or something……because that's what they are, it's last hope. Sephiroth is going to be completely round the preverbal bend or not…

Chapter 7 is going to be up soon anyhow. Arent't you all lucky? Chapters 5+6 all one the one night?! Have a good day ya'll! Oh, please tell me if this part bugs ya! Love and hugs ya!