Vendetta
Remember, remember...
Prologue: Chance Encounters in the Dark
It was a cold, dark night in the city of Nibelheim. Not a soul stirred in the streets, since curfew had started at around sundown. In the gloomy and dank alleyways, Turks lingered; ready for an unsuspecting victim to wander past. Midnight was fast approaching, and, as one young woman was beginning to find out, it had not been a good idea to leave her home at night. Several times she'd had to duck into an alley in an attempt to keep out of sight...and hoping she wouldn't run into any Turks when she did so. Unfortunately, her luck didn't last, and she found herself running headlong into someone she had not been wanting to run into.
"Well, well, if it isn't Miss Lockheart! What brings you out here so late?" a man's voice asks, as the woman backpedaled away from him, and readied herself for a fight.
"None of your concern." the young woman snapped, as she sank into a defensive stance.
"Come on! Why the hostility? I'm not going to hurt you! I just wanted to know why you're out and about past curfew, that's all." the Turk said, with a lewd smile. Tifa could almost feel her stomach bucking in protest in response to the look of sheer lust she was getting from the Turk before her.
"You're not getting any answers out of me." Tifa replied, coldly, resisting the urge to turn around and look when another Turk emerged from the shadows.
"Too bad. It looks like we'll have to get rough, now." the first Turk sneered, as he and his compatriot, as well as a few just-arriving friends, started throwing punches. At first, Tifa did rather well against the men she was fighting against; then things went from bad to worse. One of them got in behind her and dealt a stunning blow to the back of her head. Then a punch to the stomach knocked all the air out of her, and forced her down.
"It's all over for me..." Tifa thought, knowing what was to come next, and wishing death would come quickly. What happened next made time almost seem to freeze in its' tracks.
"The evil seems to be coming out of the woodwork, these days." a soft, growling voice stated, as the owner of it silently emerged from the shadows.
"What the hell! Who the hell are you!" one of the men yelped, as he looked up at the newcomer angrily.
"We're Turks, pal! Bugger off!" another shouted. Yet, the figure that had just arrived ignored their words and continued to advance.
"I don't care what you say you are. Only scum of the earth beat up and then try to gang rape a young woman...And any of those in connection to Shinra are only the type of scum one would find at the bottom of a barrel." the man snarled, as he revealed what appeared to be a gun, leveled it expertly, and then fired. The loud report of the gun going off within the dank alleyway echoed painfully in Tifa's ears, as the stranger fought against the Turks; his speed while dispatching his foes beyond belief. As consciousness faded, Tifa noticed when the stranger finally finished with his opponents, and then bent to check on her; eyes vaguely concerned.
"So strange...Such beautiful crimson eyes..." Tifa distractedly thought, as darkness and silence engulfed her.
Author's Note!
I know this story is going to be rather odd, but please, bear with me! If anybody has any suggestions on how to make this story work, please, let me know! Thanks!
Gemini14