Fallen Flight

Amon

Well... My brain is officially dead... I can barely think any more... But hey, I think I can still come of with interesting stuffers fer this! ... I think...

Sephiroth moved through the desert well much difficulty as his jacket flapped wildly in the wind. Sand storm or not, he was determined to find and kill that pathetic Cloud Strife. Sephiroth looked back over his shoulder at the Demon's Base and he wondered what business those inhuman beasts had with AVALANCHE... especially with Cloud.

Suddenly there was a great roar from within the base, a roar that rang in Sephiroth's ears. It ran through his bones and froze his soul. His thoughts of revenge melted away and morphed into something else... a shred of fear as he looked bad at The Base with his jacket billowing.

"I can't believe she's really gone... I mean I saw her just before and now she's..." Yuffie tried her best to hold back her tears. She sat down on a church bench and wrapped her arms around her knees and cried. Barret was yelling at Cloud between sobs as Cloud just leaned on the wall with absolutely no emotion on his face. Nanaki sat under a bench curled up into a ball, whimpering ever now and then. Cid sat with his head in his hands, not sobbing but just staring at the floor with an unlit cigarette in his mouth. Vincent stood above Tifa's lifeless body, almost studying her wounds. He look up at the stranger who brought this tragedy to them. His face showed no sympathy... He looked almost... Pleased.

"You said it was a woman who did this to her did you not?" Vincent pointed to his dead comrades body.

"Hm? Oh, yes, i did. And she was ac-"

"Her eyes. What color were they?"

"What dose tha-"

"What color were the woman's eyes?" There was a hint of aggression in Vincent's voice as he said this, but only a hint. The man looked at his feet as if the answer was written on them in big bold letters.

"I think... they were... a yellowy color... but as she got up... I think they changed their color... I think, I'm not totally sure though..." He shrugged as if the matter was un important and insignificant. Vincent put the knuckles of his fingers to his lips as he thought.

"It sounds very... familiar. Like in a dream. Or perhaps a nightmare?..." Vincent walked to a dark corner of the church and thought.

"Hey, how do we know if you didn't kill Tifa, eh? We don't even know yer name! How can we trust yah!" Barret stood up and pointed his gun arm at Clouds look alike. The man just stood there staring blankly at Barret.

"True, how can you trust me? If I was in your position I wouldn't believe me ether. But I did not kill her, so please lower your weapon. My name is Amon, and I am searching for something." Cloud walked over to Barret and laid his hand on his gun arm.

"Barret, settle down. I think he's telling the truth." Barret looked at Cloud, his face was stern and serious.

"Yer spiky-ass better be right.."

Sephiroth entered the Demon's Base and was greeted by utter chaos and destruction. He stepped over a fallen ceiling light and walked to the den in silence. When he reached the den it was in just as bad condition as the rest of the base. He looked around to see tables over turned and snapped in two. Bits of chairs here and there, ceiling lights broken on the ground or hanging dangerously by thin wires. Shattered glass covered most of the floor.

It looks as if they were raided... But that couldn't be, I saw no one for miles in all directions... Interesting...

Sephiroth slowly walked to a hall that led to Finnaverre's Wing. He stopped. There was someone here with him. He turned his back to the hall and looked into the den. No one. Snarling came from behind him and he whipped around unsheathing Masamune. Farther down the hall there was a large hunched figure standing unmoving. Sephiroth moved forward, toward the dark thing at the end of the corridor. It turned and ran leaving a trail of blood in its wake. Sephiroth broke into a sprint after the creature. It turned a corner, and he followed close behind, but once he turned that corner it was gone. He walked cautiously ready to attack at any moment. Sephiroth suddenly stopped. There was voices ahead. He pressed his back up to a wall and listened.

"Where did it go? It couldn't have gone far, yah know?"

"Stupid! Fucking stupid! How could we have fucking lost it?" The voices sounded so familiar... Sephiroth walked toward the voices, as soundless as a ghost. Those two voices seemed to be arguing over something, but he couldn't make out they were saying. or for that matter, cared. Then he heard his name.

"..And that fucking good for nothing human runs of! Suterof? Sieferot? Well what ever his fucking name was, glad we're rid of that fucking filth." Sephiroth turned the corner and the voice ran face first into his chest.

"Its Sephiroth, get it right next time and as for 'filth', you shouldn't compare yourself in such a way to a god.. Even if it is true... What was it? Cory?" Sephiroth towered over the short vampire, smiling mockingly. She pushed her self away and snarled, baring her inch long fangs. Falen, the second voice, stepped between the two.

"Sephy? What are you doin here? Thought yah went AWOL, yah know? Seen Finn?" Sephiroth raised an eyebrow.

"No..." The look on Falen's face was as if she had just been struck very had on the back of the head.

"What am I thinking... Even if yah saw her, yah wouldn't know, yah know?"

"What happened here?"

"Finn happened that's what!" Falen shook her head. Cory leaned against a wall scowling at Sephiroth as if he were a disgusting insect that she wanted to squish. She sniffed the air. There was an odd scent slowly growing stronger...

"I think she's on her w-AAAAH!" Cory was being dragged, by her throat, up the wall into a vent. Snarling and growling came from the vent, slowly growing more and more distant with each moment. Sephiroth froze, it was that same beast that he saw. Falen leaped up into the vent and motioned Seph to follow.

They crawled through the vents, with little difficulty, following Cory's trail of thrash dents, curses and what looked like blood. Suddenly there was a loud crash a head of them, followed by a light. The two moved toward the light with much speed. It was caused by a tear in the steel, which they leaped through landing in a large hanger filled with vehicles. Sephiroth looked down at his feet and saw a trail of blood. He followed it with Falen at his heels.

Cloud sat alone on the roof of Aerith's Church with his arms wrapped around his legs, holding them close to his chest. He hid his face in his knees and cried silently. He had lost them both now. First Aerith, by the hands of Sephiroth in the Ancients' City, and now Tifa, also by Sephiroth. But who was this woman who accompanied him? What did it matter anyway, all this meant was that he would have to go after Sephiroth once more and defeat him again. Although this time around he would make sure he'd stay dead. Besides he had more motivation now, the deaths of both Aerith and Tifa.

"Are you alright?" Cloud quickly wiped his tears and turned to the voice. It was Nanaki. The way he could tread silently over the roof top had made him almost undetectable. Cloud nodded. He hoped Nanaki hadn't seen him crying.

"It's hard to lose the ones you love, isn't it?" Nanaki sat down beside Cloud, tail twisting almost into a knot before relaxing. He looked to the sky with a faint smile. "I remember the day Grandpa... passed. It hurt, but now it doesn't." He was silent. He sighed and continued to speak.

"You had to deal with the loss of Aerith, which hurt all of us. Now you must deal with Tifa's passing. I know that you are hurting and that you think you're alone in this pain, but you must understand that we all share this pain. She was a great friend to us all."

I'll end it with words of wisdom from Nanaki... Damn I love that puppy/kittie thing... Well I hope I can get the next chapter up...