Bought For Slavery
Chapter 9
Cloud and Sephiroth were battling all over the Orphanage, causing a lot of damage. Steel clashed with steel, like thunder and lightning.
"And here I thought you were weak all along," said Sephiroth. "Shut up and fight," said Cloud. "Why?" asked Sephiroth with a swing of Masamune, which cut Cloud across the chest.
Cloud went down as fresh red blood poured out of the wound. "You have been the thorn in my side for too long," said Sephiroth, as he placed Masamune over the back of Cloud's neck, ready to behead him.
Cloud! Get up! You can do it! said a female voice. Cloud looked up and saw Aerith in his eyes. "Aerith," he said. Sephiroth was ready to strike Cloud, when Cloud moved just in time and swung around and plunged his sword right through Sephiroth.
Sephiroth's eyes bugged out. His long silver hair turned red from his blood. Cloud put his foot on Sephiroth's soon to be corpse and pulled until his blood stained sword came out.
"YOU never understood me. Now rot in hell," said Cloud. "I have family waiting for me," said Cloud as he returned to the kids.
He didn't see any sign of the other silver haired men, but when he went over to the kids, he saw 3 piles of dust. "What happened?" he asked the kids. "They just disintegrated," said one of the girls.
"Doesn't matter. They can't hurt you," said Cloud. Soon police were everywhere removing the bodies of the dead and tending to the wounded.
Cloud was rushed to the hospital and was put into the E.R.
Cloud soon found himself waking up. He turned to his side and saw Denzel, Marlene in the room with him. "Hey are you ok?" Marlene asked. "Are you?" asked Cloud. "We are all fine, thanks to you," said Marlene.
"The doctor said you can come home soon," she said.
"Can't wait," said Cloud. "Are we all going to be a family?" asked Denzel. "Even though we don't know each other that good?" asked Denzel.
"Sure," said Cloud. "I've always loved kids," said Cloud.
IT was from that day forward that the 3 of them lived in peace and harmony, until the next time.
