Yeeep, another twist to the tragic death sequence in the game. Once again, nothing special, just something I wrote in ten minutes because I was bored. Enjoy it if you can.

Premonitions

It was not the first time Aerith had been woken by the soft voices. In all truth, she had been woken by them ever since she was a small girl. They were not really 'voices' per say, more like vivid words whispered to her very soul. Because she was of the Cetra, or The Ancients as most people referred to them as, she had possessed the gift from birth.

She heard the soft, eldritch whispers as she woke from the haziness of her dreams. It had been about him again. Him. Zack Fair. She felt a smiled curve on her lips as his face drifted into her mind. His sky-blue eyes never failed to captivate her completely. They always reminded her of the sky, not the fear she felt of the Shinra Electric Power Company.

The whispers came to her again, as cryptic and eldritch as they had always been. He will die...

"No!" she cried, shooting up from her bed, puffing and panting. "No, you're wrong!"

No, we are not, the voices replied. His blood will soak the earth; his soul will feed the Lifestream...

Aerith stifled a sob, knowing they were right. They had never been wrong before. For as long as she could remember, she knew she possessed strange powers. Powers that set her apart from other girls her age. There were plenty other girls her age living in the Sector Seven slums of Midgar, but Aerith preferred to keep herself rather than associate with them. After all, she had her flowers to keep her company.

But then, he came along. Dropping through the roof of her church like a guardian angel sent to her from the Heavens above. He was defiantly handsome enough o be an angel, Aerith thought to herself with a smile.

The time they spent together was short, but Aerith felt even that small time had been enough for her to realise she felt immensely strong feelings for him. She wondered if he felt the same for her as well. But now, even if he did, she would never know. She felt two small trickles running down her cheeks.

"No," she whimpered, her voice cracking from her sobs. "No, he can't die... I love him..."

The monotonous reply came almost immediately. None of that matters, he will die, it has been decreed.

"No!" she exclaimed. "I can save him! He can't die!"

Not even a Cetra has the power to change what the Fates have decreed. Everything and everyone are merely their instruments.

Aerith let out a sob, knowing all of it to be true. "Is there any way to save him from death?"

There was a pause, after if they were mulling over her words. No. No there is not. He will die, nothing can stop it. Death is final. You of all people should know that by now.

Aerith clutched her blanket closer to form as the news and realisation sunk it. He will die. Her guardian angel with dazzling eyes and dazzling looks to match... will die. And there was nothing she could do to prevent it. For once, she wished she didn't posses the power to speak to the planet. But either way, he would have died. And the news would be just as devastating.

Then it came. Like a whip being cracked over her back, she felt a pain in her chest. Even though she did not hear the cracking of the gun, she felt the pain of a bullet entering her heart. She clutched her chest as she realised it had happened.

He was gone.

Dead.

His blood would soak the earth; his soul would feed the Lifestream.

Her tears gradually turned to sobs of pain and loss. She had known him so briefly, yet it was as if she had known him for years. She only wished she had had the chance to. She wanted to see his dazzling smile again, hear his calm and cheerful voice again, hear his upbeat laughter again. Not even the memories of them made her feel better.

Then, somewhere in the distance, she heard a heart wrenching cry.

I will shoot you if you didn't get the reference in the very last line. Okay, maybe not shoot, just yell I guess. Anyway, R&R.

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