Hello chapter two!

Hello no reviews.

Laaaammeee, I dunno how to see if anyone has ever read it yet so I'm not sure what's going on but I plan on updating once a week (On Wednesdays if I can manage!) so hopefully someone will see this eventually and like it or hate it or at least let me know how you feel about it! I mean, I'll keep putting up chapters regardless of reviews but it's nice to know someone's enjoying it, y'know?

Anyways, yeah, so we get creative with our fonts and titles whenever it's our turn (we use them to keep track) and they get pretty freakin' hilarious later so I think I'll leave them up just to see if someone gets the lame inside jokes or movie references! Bold is whoever it is, italics is what they say.

Disclamage: Same rules apply. I'd put something witty and funny here buuutttt I got nothing. And it's not like anyone really reads this anyways and it is an M story for language so flaming crap in a flaming bucket....ON FIRE. OH THE CONFLAGRATION.

Sarawr: OH CLUSTERFUCK! xD

About 15 minutes into following her savior, whose name she had yet to find out, Ari had figured a few things out. Mr. Knight in pretty much no armor was good, verrryyy good with a gun. But as good as he was he had only one gun, and Ari had no weapons. She could fist fight well for a girl her age, no to mention a girl her size, but fighting while he was trying to shoot, well, she didn't trust him that much yet. Maybe if he ever spoke. Or maybe he was a mute… Shrugging they rounded a corner, and he swiftly raised his gun and cocked it. By now Ari knew that meant duck and cover.

Taking a rather acrobatic dive roll she ended up pressed against an alley wall, watching the battle ensue. She ignored the heat rising slowly in her cheeks, trying to tell herself he did not look abnormally hot when shooting that gun. That big, niiice, shinyy gun. Blinking rapidly she shook her head and brushed away the drool forming nonchalantly, psh no, she was not drooling. Sighing at how quickly the hot savior had completely won her over. She finally glanced back up at him to see him staring openly at her, bodies laying around him, his gun holstered, a sign the battle was over. Smiling despite herself she took a step toward him, only to feel a thump from behind her.

Turning automatically to glance over her shoulder her emerald eyes widened considerably. It was one of those dogs from before. Her mouth opened to form an 'oh', only to form into her mouthing 'oh shit' when two more dogs dropped in front of her. She heard what she could only suppose was her savior sucking in a breath and letting out a growling sound, though it could've been the dogs. One leapt, though it soared over her head, only to be blasted by a gun shot. His rifle. He meant business. The stunned body flew backward, crashing into her. The dog's weight sent her flying forward, only to be grabbed around the waist by the jaws of one of the dogs, the remaining one joining his recovered comrade and advancing on Vincent.

She was half dragged, half carried away, the monster things teeth digging into her skin. She managed to twist her body so she caught a glimpse of Vincent before the creature jumped. With two fatal shots to the head each dog fell. But before their bodies even fell to the ground Vincent had readjusted his aim, shooting the dog carrying her straight in its neck, where the jugular vein would've been. She felt the jaws instantly release her, and she was rolling straight for the unforgiving ground.

And then she was anchored to something warm, and sailing comfortably through the air, up to nearby ledge. She squeaked in surprise and curled in toward what she could only assume was her savior's chest, fisting his shirt she squeezing her eyes shut.

After a few second he grunted and Ari blinked, raising her head and looking around.

"HEY! I'm alive!" she cheered, releasing his shirt front her hand and attempting to jump down. Carefully he guided her down so she wouldn't go tumbling down what she had just so narrowly avoided. She continued to have her own I-just-escaped-death-for-the-second-time-today dance when she stopped, turning to her savior.

"Seriously, what's your name?" she asked, a small crease forming between her eyebrows while she waited. He was quiet for a looong while, as per usual.

"Vincent Valentine," he mumbled, his voice husky and grumbly. Maybe from disuse? Ari's face flushed briefly before she nodded, smiling.

"Nice to meet you Vincent! And thanks for saving me twice too!" Ari giggled, looking around form the perch on the roof top, ledge ness. "So Vincent, where too next?"

Squral: I R tis be the amazing!

Sora laughed, a hysteric laugh intermixed with joy and fear. Said laugh echoed back to the guy chasing her who was just around the corner. She was Already inside the city boundaries of "Edge", speed escalating rapidly. Rain slicked her uneven bangs to her forehead flopping into her eyes, and her long bright carrot orange hair was streaming behind her, having come out from the long braid it was in which usually extended down to her butt. The bike was out of control, sliding on the rain slickened road. She screamed as she headed toward the wall, trying to stop the thing, which was hydroplaning. Where was the goddamn panic button when you needed it?

In a last ditch effort she thrust the bike sideways. The rubber burned, producing a loud skidding noise. Instead of stopping as she hoped it would, the bike tires lost traction with the asphalt and went spinning and screeching across the harsh gravely ground. With her still on board. Sora squinted her eyes closed tightly and gritted her teeth from the pain of having her side skinned and bruised. Her fingers slipped from the handlebars and the bike was flung still screeching into the wall, where it Ka-THUNKED to a stop.

Sora lay on the ground, letting little drops of rain fall on her already soaking body. That was epic failure if she ever saw it. She groaned when she decided to sit up and felt the intense burning in her side; winced when she touched her waist and her hand came away dotted with dark red speckles. Her shirt was torn all up the side, and the pale as hell freckled skin was definitely flayed, bruises blossoming into multicolored flowers but amazingly the rest of her was unharmed aside from the few cuts on her befreckled cheek and the tiny rip in her striped stockings. Plus the fact that her hair was everywhere, curling, not waving, curling from the rain, looking remarkably like that one kid from the grudge.

She crawled on her hands and knees to the bike and picked it up gingerly, took one look at the damaged paint and the bent mirror and dropped it, deciding at that point to run like hell. There was no way the owner would let her survive with this. So she staggered to her feet and began to limp away.

When Sora had gone a fair distance away from the bike she stopped to take a quick break, for her side was going numb from the wet coldness and for some odd reason her ankle throbbed. It was so cold in fact that she could see her breath in the air and shivered. Did she come dressed for the occasion? Oh hell no! And it was nightfall all of a sudden. Bleak, grey, dark, wet, and freezing. The streetlights flickered fluorescent blue or buzzed yellow, casting warped glowing pools of light onto the street.

Sora walked out into the open tentatively, wondering vaguely why she wasn't seeing anyone. Given the huge explosion she'd think the people would be rushing into Midgar for safety. Mist swirled, churning under the street lights, and pulsing across the ground; Little tendrils of the fog wrapped around her legs like something out of a horror movie.

Timidly she called "Ari?!" in a pitifully small voice. And there appeared a shadow at the end of the blocked off street. Being the genius she was, Sora darted down the street as fast as she could run with a weird hop step gait. That's when she realized that no, that person in the neon glowing blue suit was indeed NOT Ari. This was especially noticeable when the guy called over three more in a very official sounding voice. And they SHOT at her. A bullet came so close as to graze her shoulder. Sora gasped and hobbled into a nearby alley, behind a crate clutching her now bleeding shoulder. Yup that's not Ari.

"Get her!" They shouted in a very drone like manner. Their advance was slow, she could hear the soft footfalls. Then a fourth set of footsteps joined the advance to her hiding place, feet splashing very loudly through puddles. There was an enraged battle cry and then the sound of ringing steel, gunfire, screams, and then silence.