Storm Clouds
Chapter 1: You Get What You Pay For
It didn't happen with fucking lightening bolts and thunder clashes, though it was raining outside pretty bad. I remember waking up in my shitty ass apartment thinking how the hell did I sleep in this dump when I regularly make millions off of my clients. Then it hit me while I slapped my pack of cigs for a stick.
Cloud's dead. He's been dead for a little over a year today. Not like I was counting though. Shinra's golden boy and Avalanche's die-heart hero was killed in action from the reactor explosion 14 months back.
I was about to light my cigarette when the cell rang. Remember mumbling something about getting a new ringer for the phone, since every time it rang I jumped.
"Probably because the volume is all the way up to 10." I said to myself. By pressing the silver button the cell's flap flipped back.
"I want to roses delivered for a friend." It was my bat signal you can say when I was working. Roses for a funeral, for a friend's funeral. A friend that you want to get rid of. That was my life summed up in a phone call. I wrote the name down of the place and time. A two mil-gil operation it was, nothing fancy to what I make but a good decent sum for a planned funeral. If you haven't guessed already then you're a dumb ass, but let me explain.
I'm an assassin. And one of the best left after the Shinra Empire fell from my doing as well. Cold hearted and merciless to everything except money. Not really the ideal description of a world renowned hero; or a cunning solider making his way up the hierarchy of an empire. But as I said those young men were dead—killed in action! And they are not coming back.
After the phone call ended and my purpose defined I went over to the fridge for my breakfast. Rarely is there anything in there but you knew know. I can surprise even myself. I opened the fridge and a quarter of milk was still in there. Checking the expiration date it turns out the carton is only five days old. Enough for a bowl of cereal. I thought to myself while grabbing a bowl and cereal box.
I love eating. It's the only time when I can think and not feel bored or depressed while doing it. I also think better when I'm chewing…Don't know why though, so don't ask.
So, assassin isn't what you'd expect to be the final outcome of Cloud Strife, the world's hero. Thank God no one ever called me that or I'd shoot them. Never got use to the fact that I actually was the hero who saved this place from Sephiroth. Suddenly I stopped chewing.
I haven't even thought of mentioning his name for 14 months until now.
"Zack, Aeris, Sephiroth." I whispered as if Nazis hid in the shadows waiting to strip me bare if I said those names.
Almost certainly you're asking yourself how I came to be this way. Well then you're in good fortune, because there's no better time to recall an ancient, dark past then breakfast time.
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