Part One: Life with Death
Prologue
The full moon penetrated the thick fog that made a giant blanket on top of the streets of Midgar. The city was very quiet at different times of the night and was also very eerie. Many shops, stores, and buildings were closed and locked to keep the haunting feelings away. That is except for one place that stood alone and unlocked next to it's secure brothers. As the sun began to stretch over the city, the tiny place dared to challenge the eeriness and stayed open all through out the night. It was quite busy at times and then there were times not a soul would enter.
I prefer it when it's not so busy because of the fights and riots that occur in here. Men in blue suits constantly come here and instigate the riots. Especially the one with flaming red hair and sharp emerald-green eyes, they got soft when he was drunk, but these blue-suited mercenaries called themselves the Turks.
I wish my boss would kick them out into the street but then again my boss made a deal with their owner, ShinRa. I would throw them out myself, but then again, I would not be paying my house bills. I am not the sort of person that just takes money for free. I work for my money. I am not like that.
My goal is to go out with each and every Turk because they seem fun to play with, especially Reno. He's a heart breaker, I know, but he's fun to be around. I just want a taste of his manhood, but a woman that comes in sometimes seems to glare at me with eyes of fire. If she only would talk to me and see how I really am. Many women that came in were often lesbians but this one that hated me with much passion was not. She was part of the assassins but never acted like them.
I came to this city when I was thirteen because my mother beat me and my father beat me and my younger brother scold me. I was a maid in my own home in the city Chocobo Village. My parents owned a farm there and raised and sold chocobos. The bird like creatures were raised by me but my parents took the credit. My room was in the barn with my only friends, the chocobos. I often talked to them hoping they could talk back but all they did was cock their head to one side and nudged me to give them a strawberry.
My favorite one was a gold colored chocobo. His feathers would gleam with happiness as I walked into the barn. He would stretch out his neck and made his sound like a purring of a kitten, only louder. My parents saw I got attached to it and sold him away and left me crying in fear I was going to be beaten that I let my emotions get to close to the chocobos. I would often crawl to my little nest in the back corner of the barn and cry myself to sleep. Until one day when I was thirteen I decided to leave the farm and live on my own. I didn't know where I was going but all I knew was to get out of this place before I was beaten to death. I knew a little knowledge, if you count reading the whole volumes of encyclopedias, knowledge. I knew a city that lay over the mountain ridge and I made that my destination.