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Drabble thirty-three: In which Cloud finds his mommy's body.
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There really was too much fire around, the hounds of the town had howled and ran out. There weren't that many people who were still alive, and they were being escorted by a martial artist.
Cloud rushed around, knowing the hopelessness in his heart to even bother searching for alive people, if there were alive people...they would have escaped already.
However Cloud went for his house, the fire dripping to him in such a light that it seemed like a welcoming party instead.
Damn it Sephiroth, WHY?
Cloud had entered his house.
And the sight before him made him want to cry.
His mother was on his bed, but there was a large pile of wooden rubble that had fallen on her head and blood poured out. His mother's rigor mortis was still clutching upon Cloud's sheets.
"Mom..." Cloud muttered, throwing off his helmet and staring directly at the dead body. "I'm sorry." He whispered and placed the helmet by his mother's head.
Cloud then went out to perform his destiny.
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Drabble 33, end! Well it was Friday...and I had to come up with something quick...(Coughs) Anyway, thanks to Beeria (Sometimes I think my mom is Lily...), RowAndTheWriter (No problem! Thank you!), Elanor Pam, and Tolea.