Don't kill me for changing perspective to the second person; I see it as an artistic way to get you into the plot. Yes, there is going to be an OC. She's a plot device, alright?

Disclaimer: I do not own, FFVII or FFVII: Before Crisis.

What You Just Found Out Will Hurt You

You really didn't know what you were getting yourself into. At least, that's what you told yourself. Barging in like that. You're not the type. You've always been that quite one in the back of the classroom. People teased you all the time and you would just wait for them to go away.

But what you were looking for was there. It was attainable. You had to do it, for your own sake. You had to find him, so there you were, sneaking around in a secret corporation.

Your footsteps made clanging noises against the metal ground. You have already taken off your shoes for that reason, but it didn't seem to help. Even though your walking actually didn't make that much noise, the simple idea of being caught had caused your senses to become acute. Your tiny feminine body should have hardly even given a sound walking normally, yet your nervousness had caused your steps to be harsher, heavier. Your long black hair fell over your bright, green eyes in your hurry. Your hearts seems to be in your ears and gave you your very own countdown. The sound was about as loud as your footsteps. And that sound you've been listening to for 17 years might finally give you away.

You turned a corner and found the room you have been searching for. You hurriedly took out a device from you pocket. You typed something furiously at the keyboard. You knew the code by heart. That was the code you had been practicing for so many years. It was all for this moment.

The door opened easily to your command. You slipped through, knowing from the surveillance videos you have watched so many times that no one will be there. Not until 5 AM will there be an employee heading in your direction. You have finally reached your safe haven. For now.

You found what you were looking for: a tiny little computer driven device. It sat shyly in a corner of the room that you had so rudely broken into.

Top secret files…

Password+

View files? Y/N

…Processing…

Chara: Female. Former status: Hunter. Current status: Turks, gatling gun user.

You growled in agitation as the bleak screen continues to show you names that you did not care to see. Delmreug, Falea, and Sousuke were among them, sliding gracefully across in ominous green. They were all people with jobs of the same nature, but not the exactly the person you were looking for. You begin to lose the feeling of hope. Maybe, after all of these years of studying, he was dead. He might have fallen in battle, or died in the many accidents that haunted this very company. No, not him, you tell yourself, shaking it off. He was like a god to all of you in that stupid gang. You all followed him like a trail of ducklings, in that dump of a place called Junon.

Zeneon: Male. Former status: Gang leader. Current status: Turks, rod user.

You pulled back from the device for a brief moment, hand on your forehead. You let a small curse word slip out of you. You noticed that you do that a lot, just because you're surprised, "I've actually found him."

Open Files under subject-Zeneon-? Y/N

You started looking through the files. Reports. Logs. Tests. Anything and everything you could find was fair game. The first feeling that filled your mind was the relief. After all of these empty years, the leader was still alive and well. The second feeling seeped in as you went through the files. Where was he?

The door suddenly opened. You turned, surprised that someone had come. You saw yourself as quite the unlucky one. The one day that you come in, the employee decides to do a good deed and come in early. You both stared at each other, afraid to move. The employee broke the stand-off almost immediately, however.

"Intruder! There's an intruder!"

You curse under your breath again. You picked up your things, jumped into your shoes, and dashed. If there was one thing you learned from being in a gang, it was how to run away. The employee just watched you leave in total awe for a good few moments before shouting the warning again. You had to smirk as you turn that corner.

After almost five seconds, guards began to chase after you. They were pretty fast to react. Just a bad day today for you, really. You turned a few more corners and began climbing the stairs by twos. The guards were following far behind. Yup, running was defiantly something that you were good at.

Your luck ran out that day, though. Although, it didn't seem like you had too much to begin with. Just as you skidded out of the staircase area you ran smack into someone. A Turk no less.

You fell backwards onto the hard ground. Looking up, you saw the craziest hairstyle in the universe…err…I mean, a very confused Turk. The man looked down at you with an inspecting eye. He didn't seem to understand what you were, since the alert had only reached the floor under you. You might have actually gotten away, if a guard hadn't already seen you and the Turk from the stairs.

"Mr. Delmreug! That woman is an intruder, sir!"

A very solemn frown crossed the double gunman's face,

"An intruder, eh?" he said, drawing a gun slowly off of his belt, "Be grateful, intruder. You are one of the only enemies who have seen my gun, and isn't dead yet."

It was Delmreug, you knew this guys reputation: "If you see his gun, you are already dead." You make an odd squeak of a response, backing up. Your retreat was only to meet with a cold, metal wall. You were going to die, and that was just sad. He knelt in front of you, blocking out any dash for freedom you may try to attempt. He pulled out the other gun and held it at his side as he continued,

"What were you here for?" he asked pointing the first gun at your face, "If I like your answer, I might even spare you. Luckily for you, I'm a merciful mood today."

Good, because the rest of your day seemed to be filled with the worst possible kind. You answer the question as honestly as possible,

"I'm looking for information on a Turk named Zeneon."

"Oh, our Zeneon? Really, now," his gray eyes now seemed faintly interested, "Who sent you?"

You gulped as he pushes the gun closer, tapping your under your chin with the end,

"I…I'm on a personal errand…"

"I see…Then do you have a connection with the former gang leader?" the Turk asked, fingering the trigger in an all-business manner.

You made a slightly annoyed face at being questioned about your connections to the gang. Believe it or not, you had a pretty good reputation in the gang. You even had a nickname, "The Devil's Messenger". Then you remember that this guy's holding you captive at the end of a gun, "I…I was the gang's personal communications worker…" you pause, not wanting to say the last part of your job description, "…and hacker…"

Delmreug made a face that you couldn't read,

"I guess we are going to have to validate this," he sighed at smacked the butt of the gun on your right shoulder. Stars flew in your vision. Before you could realize the pain completely, you lost consciousness. In the final moments before complete darkness overtook you, you heard an announcement echo through the halls.

All guard leaders and higher ranking personnel, report to the meeting room immediately…

You really didn't know what you got yourself into.

Ok, since I'm sure a lot of people will be confused by the chapter title:

The title is a play on the words, "What she doesn't know, can't hurt her."

I'm sorry it's so lame! But if you would review, it'd make a little fangirl happy!