Vincent couldn't believe his eyes. Cloud, who had been missing for quite a while, was now right in front of him.

"Vince," the chocobo haired swordsman said to him, "where'd you come from?" A huge montrosity that vaguely looked like a Gi Nittak stood behind him, and a set of slots above its head.

'Vincent?' Aerith could be heard by both of them. 'What happened?'

"I was cooking an omelette according to my father's recipe when we teleported here." Vincent loosely spat out. In their current condition, there was no hope for the adventurers. They were pretty much doomed, to Vincent's perspective. 2 of the 3 slot reels were still spinning, and the one that had stopped had landed on a weird looking zero.

'This is weird,' Cloud thought, 'but look!' The reel that had stopped on a zero was sucking in the Nittak!

"And Vince?" the blonde asked the emo gunman. "Whatever happened to Tifa?"

Before Vincent could answer his answer that would make Cloud kill him, a dark cloud erupted from his chest. This formed itself into a dragon shape, with 2 demonic wings, 6 limbs, and 2 heads. It truly looked strange, and was growing rapidly. Soon it was as big as the Gi Nittak that had been before it.

"Chaos." Vincent spoke. But suddenly, he began to disappear! Vincent could feel himself slipping from the reality of the grass field.

"Cloud! Tifa didn't die! She came to me..." Vincent greatly angered Cloud as he disappeared into a huge puff of smoke.

'I told you so.' Aerith told Cloud, referring to his decision to go with her in the Promised Land. Suddenly, the Strife disappeared as well. But his first sight in where ever he went wasn't real...

Cid checked over everything that had needed to be done, on his clipboard. The crew had been fed, fuel refilled, Materia placed, One Winged Angel theme music readied... He went down the checklist, checking at what had been done, which was was everything. He noticed strange black smoke come from the kitchen. He quickly opened the door, getting himself a blast of the smoke, to notice Vincent getting up. The kitchen's normally chrome interior was blackened by the smoke, and it was an honest-to-God strange sight. Vincent walked out, carrying what looked like a piece of toast in his hand.

"Don't ask, Cid. Just let me eat my omelette." Vincent took a bite of the "toast" and walked into the huge airship. Yuffie and Nanaki, holding hands, soon followed onto the ship.

Barret walked up to Cid and asked him, "Why can't we stay home?"

Cid got furious at the retarded gunarmed man and simply said to him, "To save Tifa from Sephiroth's evil! Now get on the fuckin' ship!" Barret did as he was told, and 5 minutes later, Cid arrived in the cockpit of the Shera. Only one word could be used to describe the new cockpit: plush. Everything, from the buttons and steering wheel to the ceiling of it was covered in purple plushness. Vincent and the others all sat down, and waited for their pilot to get onboard. I wonder what that was about? Lucrecia probably should've been in that segment of passing out. Vincent thought as he sat on the annoyingly plush seats. They didn't even have a battle briefing yet. Everyone was anxious, except for Yuffie and Nanaki, who were... making out? But no one noticed them, they were all too anxious yo notice.

Well, that's everything, now let's save the Teef! Cid thought as he lit a cigarette in his mouth. Everything was ready, except the battle plan. Normally Cloud or Tifa would make this part up, but since Cloud was... away, and Tifa was kidnapped by Sephiroth, it was up to him. Vincent wouldn't make the plan, for some reason. This was really screwing him over! Perhaps they could make a sidestop at the new town of Port Kilika first, there were some excellent tacticians there.

"C'mon, Cid!" Barret yelled out from the Shera. Cid sighed and walked into the ship. "A'right, settle down, settle down. We're gonna make a li'l sidestop at Port Kilika b'fore we fight Sephiroth." Everyone agreed to this and the Shera took off!

Tifa writhed in pain at her tormentor's flogs. Sephiroth was torturing the dolphin haired woman with a spiked whip. Suddenly, though, he stopped. His evil grimace turned even eviller as Sephiroth put down the whip.

"Alas, prisoner." Sephiroth boomed cruelly at Tifa. "That was... insufficient. I'm afraid I'll have do bring out the big guns..." Tifa responded not a word back to him, but silently prayed that she would come out of this situation intact. She prayed that Vincent would save her, and that she would have her innocence, and that she would stay alive, to show Vincent her ablity to play the piano, and maybe even find Cloud. Although she could never find it in her heart to forgive him, they could be friends, maybe.

Sephiroth reached into the bag, and pulled out something that horrified her. It looked to be made of pink plastic, and was about 1 foot long. Tifa had heard of these, but never actually seen one! Luckily for her, Sephiroth had less sinister purposes for it, as he turned it on. It began vibrating very fast, and Sephiroth held it near Tifa's eye. It struck fear into Tifa's soul, for he could effectively destroy her eye right now. Just a little push... no. She had to survive!

"Please! Don't kill me!" Tifa shrieked at Sephiroth.

"What, you don't like being jabbed in the eye? I know something else that would befit you more properly..."

Cloud looked around at his new surroundings. A gigantic mountain was in his sight, and it was surrounded by water. He was standing on a large, wooden vessel. On his wrist, the slots stayed, engraved into his hand. Suddenly, he realized something. The ship: 1.)had sails, 2.)was carrying a huge amount of men and 3.)the flag was Nibelheim's.

"Hello, m'boy!" one of the men said. "Welcome to the Sunken City! We're headin' up to that mountain to recover some of the equipment there. It was called M.A.K.O. for some reason, I wonder why?" The man talked with a heavy British accent, and wore fine clothes.

'Aerith?' he thought to the Cetra. 'Are you still there?'

'Yes, I am, Cloudy woudy.'

'Stop callin' me that. We need to find a way outta here! I remember...' Cloud reminisced about the decision of the people from his time. 'They put a nuclear trap there, Aery weary.' The swordsman was wearing his normal clothing, and had his sword back.

'Dilly dally shilly shally.' The Cetra spoke to the suicidal person. Cloud sighed. Aerith was pulling some trick in a serious situation, and it was annoying. Think, Cloud, think!

A/N:Sorry I haven't updated in forever, I have been infatuated with FFX(again) and Warcraft III. Please read and review.

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