Rufus looked over at Tifa as the small girl bolted towards the house her father and their friends were staying at.
"I can't go, they will recognize me." Tifa looked at him. The stress of the past few days was viable on her face. Marline shivered on the doorstep, the air marked the coming of winter. For a long moment Tifa looked at Rufus, like time had frozen with his words. She nodded and walked towards the small girl.
Her hair cascaded over her shoulders as she walked away into the house. It may have been the light, or maybe his imagination or lack of sleep, but a few faint feathers seems to rip through the air then disappear. Rufus blinked and looked again, but his dream was gone. A cold chill ran up his spine as the door to the house closed. Something seemed wrong, as he grasped for any sing of comfort. He found nothing.
Walking back into the house he grabbed his shot gun off of the floor and hocked it onto his belt. mentally he ran his hand over the dagger at his side, like a child would hold a security blanket. He stiffened again as the now familiar chill ran down his back.
"Nation!" He called. The black panther pulled it's self onto it's for legs, arching it's back as it stretched it's legs. Coming to Rufus's side, it looked up at him. Rufus momentarily smiled at his pet then spoke.
"I'm going to see if Tifa is ok. I know Avalanche will not except me there, but," He paused, "But that doesn't matter anymore. However, if anything is to arise, if a fight breaks out, run. Got it?" the panther whimpered and looked up at him. Rufus smiled. "I mean it girl." Dark Nation jumped up, putting her paws on Rufus' chest, then licked him on the cheek.
Everything seemed normal as Rufus walked into the house Tifa and Marlene had went into. The kitchen was almost quiet, except for a quiet shriek from a tea pot on the stove. The tips on Dark Nation's claws taped against the wooden stairs as she quickly walked along her master's side.
"Tifa?" Rufus yelled as he walked up the stairs. After receiving no response he continued walking. Placing his hand on a half opened door, he opened it. Previous training taught him never to enter a room until you examined it. Again a cold chill shot down his back as he looked around the wrecked room. Broken glass littered the floor, highlighted with blood. A single vase lay on the floor, spilt in half. At the base of the vase it seemed perfect, but then a small crack was present, it grew larger and broke into many cracked veins.
"Just like my life." He slightly though as he scanned the room one last time. Fear rippled through his soul as he found the room motionless.
Broken glass crumbled beneath his feet as he walked into the room. A small growl echoed through the room. Rufus glanced over at Dark Nation who stood facing the corner, her back arched, fangs bared. Placing his hand on his shot gun, Rufus walked over to where Nation stood.
At first glance it looked like nothing more then a pile of red and black material, but Dark Nation wouldn't have raised her guard at something so foolish. Walking closer Rufus could tell it was indeed more then fabric, but a person. The person stirred and pulled itself into a setting position. For a long moment the figure held his head in his hands, waiting for his vision to return. Rufus looked at him, the man wore black pants and a black button up shirt. He had his long black hair pulled into a lose pony tail, his red eyes matching the red cape around his shoulders.
"Vincent Valentine." Rufus spoke. Vincent glanced up at the younger man, his eyes unreadable.
"Rufus ShinRa." Vincent spoke. Although Rufus looked different then he did, his identity was still impossible to hide from Vincent. Rufus nodded and held a hand out to help him up. Vincent looked at it momentarily, then took it and pulled himself to his feet.
"Where is everyone? Where is Tifa?" Rufus spoke. Vincent shook his head, almost seeming to be shock.
"He took her. He took everyone. Everyone except me."
"Who!? Who took them!?" Rufus yelled. Vincent looked at the blood spattered around the room.
"I don't know, I never saw his face." Rufus clenched his fist.
"I'm going after them." He growled. Vincent looked at him, his red eyes peering out from underneath his un-even bangs.
"I will go with you." Rufus looked at the man.
"Why should I trust you?" He spoke.
"Maybe you shouldn't, but I know more about this then you do, and I hope you don't expect me to trust you either." Rufus raised an eyebrow.
"Then why are you going with me?" Vincent re-loaded his shot gun and hocked it on to his belt.
"I saw you with Tifa. I know how much you care for her, and I know how much of a friend she is to me. not only her but everyone. I will help you save them." Rufus looked at him, then silently nodded.
"Alright then, let's go."
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"I can't go, they will recognize me." Tifa looked at him. The stress of the past few days was viable on her face. Marline shivered on the doorstep, the air marked the coming of winter. For a long moment Tifa looked at Rufus, like time had frozen with his words. She nodded and walked towards the small girl.
Her hair cascaded over her shoulders as she walked away into the house. It may have been the light, or maybe his imagination or lack of sleep, but a few faint feathers seems to rip through the air then disappear. Rufus blinked and looked again, but his dream was gone. A cold chill ran up his spine as the door to the house closed. Something seemed wrong, as he grasped for any sing of comfort. He found nothing.
Walking back into the house he grabbed his shot gun off of the floor and hocked it onto his belt. mentally he ran his hand over the dagger at his side, like a child would hold a security blanket. He stiffened again as the now familiar chill ran down his back.
"Nation!" He called. The black panther pulled it's self onto it's for legs, arching it's back as it stretched it's legs. Coming to Rufus's side, it looked up at him. Rufus momentarily smiled at his pet then spoke.
"I'm going to see if Tifa is ok. I know Avalanche will not except me there, but," He paused, "But that doesn't matter anymore. However, if anything is to arise, if a fight breaks out, run. Got it?" the panther whimpered and looked up at him. Rufus smiled. "I mean it girl." Dark Nation jumped up, putting her paws on Rufus' chest, then licked him on the cheek.
Everything seemed normal as Rufus walked into the house Tifa and Marlene had went into. The kitchen was almost quiet, except for a quiet shriek from a tea pot on the stove. The tips on Dark Nation's claws taped against the wooden stairs as she quickly walked along her master's side.
"Tifa?" Rufus yelled as he walked up the stairs. After receiving no response he continued walking. Placing his hand on a half opened door, he opened it. Previous training taught him never to enter a room until you examined it. Again a cold chill shot down his back as he looked around the wrecked room. Broken glass littered the floor, highlighted with blood. A single vase lay on the floor, spilt in half. At the base of the vase it seemed perfect, but then a small crack was present, it grew larger and broke into many cracked veins.
"Just like my life." He slightly though as he scanned the room one last time. Fear rippled through his soul as he found the room motionless.
Broken glass crumbled beneath his feet as he walked into the room. A small growl echoed through the room. Rufus glanced over at Dark Nation who stood facing the corner, her back arched, fangs bared. Placing his hand on his shot gun, Rufus walked over to where Nation stood.
At first glance it looked like nothing more then a pile of red and black material, but Dark Nation wouldn't have raised her guard at something so foolish. Walking closer Rufus could tell it was indeed more then fabric, but a person. The person stirred and pulled itself into a setting position. For a long moment the figure held his head in his hands, waiting for his vision to return. Rufus looked at him, the man wore black pants and a black button up shirt. He had his long black hair pulled into a lose pony tail, his red eyes matching the red cape around his shoulders.
"Vincent Valentine." Rufus spoke. Vincent glanced up at the younger man, his eyes unreadable.
"Rufus ShinRa." Vincent spoke. Although Rufus looked different then he did, his identity was still impossible to hide from Vincent. Rufus nodded and held a hand out to help him up. Vincent looked at it momentarily, then took it and pulled himself to his feet.
"Where is everyone? Where is Tifa?" Rufus spoke. Vincent shook his head, almost seeming to be shock.
"He took her. He took everyone. Everyone except me."
"Who!? Who took them!?" Rufus yelled. Vincent looked at the blood spattered around the room.
"I don't know, I never saw his face." Rufus clenched his fist.
"I'm going after them." He growled. Vincent looked at him, his red eyes peering out from underneath his un-even bangs.
"I will go with you." Rufus looked at the man.
"Why should I trust you?" He spoke.
"Maybe you shouldn't, but I know more about this then you do, and I hope you don't expect me to trust you either." Rufus raised an eyebrow.
"Then why are you going with me?" Vincent re-loaded his shot gun and hocked it on to his belt.
"I saw you with Tifa. I know how much you care for her, and I know how much of a friend she is to me. not only her but everyone. I will help you save them." Rufus looked at him, then silently nodded.
"Alright then, let's go."
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