Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy. ... yet. So no suing!
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A lot of things happened at once, for the second time in about five minutes too.
Aerith whimpered, and hid under Cloud's arm, Cid swore under his breath, sounding utterly terrified, and Cloud's eyes darted around the room, searching the blackness for any sign of their adversarie.
All the while, they were backing up towards the very coffin he had rose from not five minutes before.
They heard his breathing, but couldn't decipher the warning, as they all seemed more satisfied with screaming and fall back as his face appeared from the shadows.
Straight into the coffin...
Cid and Cloud landed side by side, and Aerith disappeared under the two, gasping and spluttering for air through Cloud's weight and Cid's smoke.
Suddenly, the coffin lid was drawn over them. Thinking they had been fooled, Cloud and Cid were about to attempt an escape, until something clicked in front of them, and they felt weight on top of them. Cid lit a match, and stiffled a rather un-characteristic scream, at the sight of a pale faced man laying on top of both he and Cloud.
Cid's spear didn't even make it into the coffin with them. Cloud's sword was useless,due to obvious reasons regarding size. And Aerith was muttering something about making peace with god. Furthermore, their adversarie had a fairly menacing looking gun, hovering over them.
"...charmed." He muttered. 'What a bunch of misfit looters' he thought over in his head.
"Who the hell.. are you...?" Cloud squeaked out. For the first time showing fear.
"Valentine.."
The name would have sounded comically nice if said name wasn't in total command of their lives right now. He continued talking, but seemingly with difficulty, his voice raspy from lack of use.
"What do you want-?" A stuttering Cid was cut off buy the dominating Mr Valentine as he continued.
"I want to know why you woke me up." The red garbed man stated in a monotone.
Cloud could feel Aerith biting into his shoulder in fear. Secretely wincing at the girls terrified antics, he attempted to recompose himself.
"We were just.. exploring. We heard that somebody was locked up down here...?"
Mr Valentine didn't seem amused. Nor did he show any other kind of emotion.
"Hello. Goodbye. Stay out. Let me sleep."
With that confusingly fast statement, he flung off the coffin lid, and sent Cloud and Cid after it a screaming mass of limbs. Shaking his head, he lifted up the limp form of Aerith, the one person who seemed either the nicest, or hated his appearance the most, from the coffin. She had passed out from fear, and was icy to the touch.
Carefully placing the frail form down, he was about to settle himself back into his 'bed' when the Choco-headed male called out.
"We were just curious if you knew about Sephiroth!"
Valentine stopped. He turned witha swish of his cape, to face the two men, who sinze had regained their footing and weaponry.
"You know Sephiroth-?" He half replied, before Spiky cut him off again.
"You know Sephiroth?!"
'Mental Note' Valentine said in his head. 'Shoot further intruders.'
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Welp, I know it's time to update when I start recieving the 'Hey, are you dead?' Mail.
Plus I don't wanna disappear -