Chapter 3:
Tourniquet
He had been sitting calmly in the branches of a tree, taking the chance to escape his brothers and the youngest's constant talk of 'Mother' and what she wanted. What he would not give to have his old brother back, even Loz, the eldest of the three, was becoming obsessed with the notion of finding mother and re-creating Sephiroth. It was ridiculous, they had escaped the lab, why couldn't they just settle down somewhere and live in peace? The middle remnant of Sephiroth sighed heavily, running a hand through his waist length silver hair, it was then that his jade eyes saw her. She looked like a blood red specter, darting through the snow that was beginning to drift from the December sky, acid green eyes, lit by mako, glowed like lights in the dark; Wide and scared. He watched her pass, waiting a moment to see if anything was actually following her, but after a good half hour and nothing came, he leapt from his perch, leather boots crunching in the thin layer of snow. He followed along the way he thought she had gone, fearing after a time perhaps she was already long gone, perhaps dead. He, at first, did not understand why he felt the thought of her death made him want to morn her. But after a bit of thought and pondering his genetic memory supplied his answers, Sephiroth had known her, loved her and protected her in the midst of a war, but had long since thought she had died when she did not come back to Midgar after; He was even told she had been killed just before departure.
But the middle remnant was not mistaken, that girl he had seen was her, no doubt in his mind. He dug around his memory or rather Sephiroth's memory, a bit more till he was supplied a name, Amelia. He smiled slightly, it was a nice name, feminine and yet strong. He paused after some time, spotting a large red mound in the gathering snow, to his relief she was breathing and trembling slightly. If he had been Kadaj or even Loz, he would have simply saw her as a weakness and killed her, but both like and unlike his brothers, he possessed a certain piece of Sephiroth's memories and personality; In his case, the compassionate side that should of died after mother got a hold on his mind. He was the weak link in the chain so to speak, which was why he was left out of most the major plans, though some how he had been lucky enough to garner his 'Big Brother's' looks and effeminate charm. He shook himself from his wandering thoughts, moving to kneel before the girl, who he discovered was very much awake and watching him with a tired and surprisingly trustful gaze. She must of thought he was Sephiroth, it was the most logical explanation, still…He had to wonder what was wrong with the girl. He both did not and did know why he had the urge to help her, it was in his genetic memory as well as being just the way he was, at least when his brothers were not around to see it. He reached out to her with a gloved hand, only mildly surprised she flinched, despite the trusting look she had given only a moment ago; She must have been abused at some point.
Persistent as ever, he did not let this deter him, reaching out none the less and lifting the slight figure into his arms; She was far to light. He shrugged this thought off and started back the way he had come or rather the way he had seen her running from, he didn't know why, but he had a feeling wherever it was was actually a safe place for her to be.
Vincent awoke around one in the morning, sensing something was off in the house, he climbed, clad only in tight shorts and a black t-shirt. He padded across the cold floor without making much sound and made his way into the hall. He decided to check Amelia's room first and approached the door, opening it, he felt a sinking dread in his gut when he found the room empty; Not even a soul in the on suit bathroom. He cursed under his breath and ran back to his own room with in-human speed, throwing on his cloak and boots and grabbing Cerberus. The dark haired gunner nearly flew down the stairs, only to pause at the bottom, glancing to the left into the adjoining living room. There on the couch, shivering, but sleeping peacefully enough, was Amelia. He approached her, frowning deeply, she was cut up in places, as though she had taken a run though the trees and not been paying attention; Her red hair was damp with melting snow too. Perhaps she had gone out for fresh air? He had to assume this was the case, seeing as he had now way to know otherwise until she awoke. He sighed softly, pulling his cloak from his shoulders and gently draping it over her, he chuckled lightly when she curled into the material almost immediately and the shivering ceased nearly as fast.
It was cute, child like. He wondered what her childhood had been like, a wild and random thought which he shook off for now, making his way to the fire placing and using a mastered Firaga materia to make a warm fire. He glanced back at her once more, before wandering over to a chair, a comfortable soft chair of black velvet, taking a seat and spending the rest of the night there; Making sure she was undisturbed.
Yazoo stood in the shadows of the window, he had been right to think this place was safe, there was really no place safer than with either Big Brother Cloud or one of his friends. The silver haired teen smiled softly, walking back into the forest on silent steps, he would keep an eye on the place; Make sure the girl didn't run into the snow again, his genetics demanded it.
Hope this chapter was good…I would really apreaciate some feed back people, good or bad I want to know it I need to improve.
Song: Tourniquet by Evanescence
