The Present:
The headlights of the two motorbikes beamed behind him, he continued to run with aching lungs. His chest was on fire but he still continued, his legs flaring with every large step he took. He had to make it, for himself and for Cloud… When the motorbikes sped past him he stopped, they had formed a barricade in front of him to prevent his further escape.
They had him cornered and he couldn't go any further. To the side of him was a helicopter with its searchlight glaring victoriously at the fugitive. Zack noticed the Shin- Ra logo on the helicopters tail fin. His untamed black hair billowed viciously in the gusts of wind that emitted from the chopper.
The First Class SOLDIER sighed. "Turks, huh?"
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Within the helicopter were two Turks, one with shortly cropped blonde hair and one bald- headed man who wore sunglasses even in the hours of the night when the sky was dark and there was no sun to harm his seemingly sensitive eyes. The man had sharp and relatively handsome features adorning his face, a chiseled chin not yet cursed with facial hair, and delicate cheekbones that made him somewhat androgynous…
"Target found," informed the bald man into his cell phone. "Is our mission to catch or wipe out the target?" he asked. Tseng too held his own phone to his ear, listening intently to the words Rude relay to him.
"Try your best to catch him alive." He said after brief pause. From the chopper, Rude nodded.
"Understood." The co- pilot grabbed a nearby microphone from within the chopper and placed it in front of her lips.
"Surrender," she said to their target. "If you do that, we can promise your personal safety." Zack had to chuckle at such hypocrisy, surrender and be returned to the fell clutches of Hojo, they were kidding, right? Zack would willingly return to Hojo's experimentations when the Fat Chocobo had shed all it's extra weight and when Shiva offered to become a living torch.
No, he would never surrender, not to Shin- Ra, not to anyone. "Every one of 'em is screwing with me…" He muttered. Storm- grey eyes darted in the chopper's direction. Filled with pride and courage that came from deep within his soul he continued. He would never go back to Hojo, even if his actions cost him his life… "I don't need any guarantees of safety. What I want," he paused and stared with as much defiance his body could muster. "Is FREEDOM!
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Tseng had been turning the pages of the Nibelheim case album when his cell phone rang. Forever imprinted on the page was a photograph of Sephiroth, Zack, who was his second in command, and their guide through the Mountain Nibel. That day Tseng and his fellow Turks were required to clear the town of dead bodies.
Corpses literally filled the small village's cobblestone streets, yet they had been directly killed by Sephiroth's sword or burned indirectly from the fire the madman had caused. As Turks, their job was not to mourn for the dead or feel pity for the victim's possibly lost souls that weren't able to find peace within the Lifestream. The Turks were merely the hands of Shin- Ra and were dogs, if you will, that did the dirty grunt work of their leader. The smell, it still bothered him, even years after the incident.
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Nope, I still don't own any of those characters. If someone comes up with a plan to steal Cloud or Zack let me know!