Uhh….thanks to my reviewers! Esp the last two…glad you two like it and yeah he did review. It left me scratching my head but hey! Thank you! The reason I didn't post sooner was because my account got froze. Unfairly might I add!

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Hours earlier

Louisa crept quickly into the room, hoping that she wouldn't be caught. She could hear her heartbeat thunder in her ears, praying that she wouldn't be caught.

Tseng and another one of his thugs followed her just as silently. For some strange reason, she felt some form of comfort being followed by the small gentleman yet something niggled at the back of her mind.

She knew she could get herself and her family killed by doing this but it felt so right. If she pulled this off, without being caught, then surely she had done the right thing?

She was rescuing a sentient being, Chaos…or Vincent if she was lead to believe, was a hero. It…no…he didn't deserve the hand that fate had tossed him.

"How much further?" Tseng whispered.

"A few metres and we should be at the lab," Lou whispered back, "This is just a scout job huh?"

Tseng nodded but answered as the woman didn't have eyes on the back of her head, "Yes. We've never seen this area before. Only heard about it."

After a few moments, the trio arrived at the darkened lab and waited for Louisa to open the door, showing Tseng how to override the system manually. The resistance member absorbed the knowledge like a sponge and quickly committed it to memory.

Louisa held her breath as she entered the lab, her eyes quickly looking to see Chaos pressed against his cell. She could see the puzzlement spread on it's sharp features and she found herself wondering what the human inside looked like.

Did he have sharp features? Cold yet passionate eyes like the beast before her? What did his voice sound like?

"How long has he been in here for?" Tseng spoke a little more loudly but not by much.

"For as long as I know," Louisa shrugged, "Chaos?"

Chaos titled his head, "Louisa?"

"I've got you some help," she offered brightly as she walked to him, "Friends who can get you out."

Chaos peered at the dark haired suited man, memories from the master crept in. Wasn't that Tseng from the Turks? How in the planet's name could he help him?

In for a penny… a thought sprang to mind.

"How?"

Hours later

Chaos sat alone in it's cell, it's huge wings folded protectively around it's form. It's indigo eyes glowing in the darkened lab, waiting for Horton to resume his testing.

New hope was slowly growing, it would once again taste freedom.

Suddenly, a burst of motion came into the room. Lights were hastily thrown on, people shouting at each other excitedly. Horton, the last man in the room, grinning with a sickly familiar smile.

The essence of Hojo lived on in that man. A smile flickered on Chaos face, once he was free, the first thing he would do would be to rip the smile of Horton's face.

Second was to go find the master, go find Vincent Valentine and rescue him from whatever hell the frail soul had plundered into.

You've grown fond of the master, of the one called Vincent have you not Chaos? Gigas sleepily offered, once, all you wanted to was to prove that you should own the form.

Chaos sighed as he turned his gaze back to the hustle and bustle at the far end of the room. It was true. He had grown fond of the fragile soul that occupied the form but Vincent wasn't as tormented as the others believed. The man could give as good as he got and had done in the past.

He watched as Horton looked over to him, a curios look in his face. Something puzzled the aging man, the usual sneer that was there was replaced with fascination.

"Do you know what this is?" the man asked the beast.

Chaos shrugged, giving no indication that he heard or understood the question. He had learned that humans divulged what little secrets they had rather quickly, whether you wanted them to or not.

"It's Jenova…or least what we have managed to create," Horton took off his glasses and cleaned them as he walked towards the winged demon.

The beast looked at the monster with boredom, he had heard this sort of thing before. He could remember the time before he became fully aware of what he was. Remember Hojo injecting the nearly dead form of Vincent with the alien DNA from the dead cells from the host's form.

"But as you and your dead friends destroyed the only living form over seven hundred years ago, it's been rather hard to find replacements," Horton knelt beside Chaos, "Doesn't it just boil your blood?"

"Your type always get what you deserve," Chaos spoke to Horton for the first time, keeping the growl even and soft.

"True…but we do get what we want," Horton sneered.

Chaos smiled, "If Hojo could not contain and control Jenova, what makes you think you can?"

"Nothing wrong with being confident," the scientist stood and turned away.

Chaos gave an ear piercing screech and rammed the solid glass. The entire room fell still as they watched with baited breath to see if the reinforced glass would hold. With luck, it did…for now at least.

Again, Chaos screeched and rammed the glass, looking for any sign that it could fracture. He would show Horton what confidence was, show him that he could not mess around with him.

Horton glared at Chaos, refusing to move or raise the alarm. There was no way that Chaos could break free of the glass. Nothing could. However, not even the painful shocks were subduing the beast. It kept pounding the glass and screeching like a wild feral animal.

A second intake of breath was taken as the room watched as a long, thin crack crept up from the bottom corner to the centre. Chaos slowly looked at the corner and then at Horton.

A slow smile crept on it's lips, tilting his head to the side.

"Get…double the shock pulse! Now!" Horton took a few steps back, not wanting to be in easy reach of the demon he had held captive.

A small tech shook her head, "It's at full power already!"

Horton span to face her, "What?! Impossible!"

Chaos stopped his barrage of the glass and returned to the sitting position he had when Horton had first arrived, "Confidence is a fragile thing. I just proved that."

Horton sighed shakily, unsure if he could trust himself to move. Chaos had frightened everyone in the room by doing as much as he did. Cracking the reinforced, unbreakable glass cell.

For his show of strength that night, Chaos slept without his slumber being disturbed. However, he was watched intently by Horton. The scientist furious at how an animal had bested him.

North….

Sephiroth could see clearly now the form of a wing, jutting out awkwardly from the snowy ground. The air around the downed vessel reeking of mako and of the airship's fuel.

He held back the gag reflex, not wanting any of the nice medicine the woman in front of him and poured down his throat when he had first awoken in this new age.

"Do you recognize it?" the woman asked?

"Mmm?" Sephiroth looked at her, unsure if she was asking him or the man behind or to the side.

"The ship. Is it yours?"

The war general of long ago shook his head, "No, but I do know it. It's called the Highwind if I recall correctly."

The woman seemed happy with the answer, "Good, then you know the people who flew her then?"

Sephiroth avoided the question by walking towards the leader but something made him fall to his knees. A stabbing pain in his temples that spread to the frontal part of his head.

He felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around his chest, he took comfort as the pain slowly subsided. Words were drowning out, his sight dimming to a more pleasant black.

He felt himself being dropped rather abruptly on his backside and into the snow. His hearing could pick up muffled shouts of surprise and fear, his eyesight catching something huge and moving.

Guns were being hastily shot and reloaded. Women screamed in surprise and fear. The men desperately shouting at each other.

"Jenova…," he whispered.

Highwind

"You hear that?" Yuffie jerked her head up, hating the way her ear turned cold all of a sudden.

"Hear what?" Cid whispered, "All I hear is a damn klepto who won't sleep."

Yuffie ignored the comment, not really caring what the blonde had said. He was sick and didn't really mean it anyhow.

"You love me really," Yuffie smiled.

"Heh…when hell freezes over and I see Vincent sporting a We're-all-doomed-the-end-is-nigh poster on his chest," Cid pulled himself up, "Why?"

"I think someone is outside…" Yuffie whispered, she paused as she listened to the sounds outside, "No…there is."

Cid smiled and did his best Chocobo Bill impersonation, "Eh up, let me git ma boom stick and I'll chase em critters aff ma land."

"I'm serious!" Yuiffie slapped him on the upper arm, "Stay here, I'm gonna go check it out."

Cid followed her up, his movements still shaky but slowly improving. He leaned heavily against a burned out console.

"Not without me. Godo would have me singin' soprano for the rest of ma life," Cid answered.

After a few moments Cid and Yuffie emerged from the safe confines of the Highwind, only to be greeted with chaos. Yuffie stood amazed as she looked at the scene.

"That who I think it is?" the ninja blinked in horror.

The pilot said nothing as he stared at the scene himself. His blue eyes narrowing as the sun reflected off the snow. Mako was the only thing he could smell, along with gasoline.

A gunshot whizzed past his ear and his heart stopped for a long second. His eyes widened.

"Shit!" he swore as he made his way down, "Stupid sons of bitches are gonna blow us to kingdom come!"

His entire body protested the way it was being treated, it demanded that he stopped for a minute. His lungs and legs not fully up to the amount of activity he was making them do.

Yuffie followed just as quickly and swore, "Crap! Cid, what the heck is going on?"

Cid stopped and turned round, his entire body being fuelled with the sudden urge to live. The urge over rode any type of pain or tiredness that was currently trying to control him.

"They're firing guns. The entire area is soaked with the Highwind's fuel, it only takes one spark and we got a nice little firework display," Cid explained.

The blonde was about to say something as but gasped in surprise as someone tackled him from behind. Knocking out all of the oxygen in his already battered lungs.

His assailant had saved his life, a lighting bolt struck just centimetres from where he had been standing. Yuffie looked terrified but for some reason, not at the fact that her 'adopted uncle' had been a candidate for crispy critters.

Cid locked eyes with his rescuer, "Ya have ta be kidding me."

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Ps, I know cid got better real quick but…as the man is my fave guy, I got things in store for him. ( insert evil laughter)