Chapter 10: Storming Shinra

Part 1: Executive Orders

"Have to save her… all costs…"

"Cloud…"

"Can't let… Hojo…"

"Cloud…!"

"Must… reach…"

"SPIKY!"

Barrett's loud bellowing finally made it through Cloud's obvious focus. Barrett felt himself wondering if the kid had obsessive-compulsive disorder. It sure as hell seemed like it sometimes. Since he and Tifa had gotten back from taking Marlene to stay with Aerith's mother, (Elmyra had been happy to help out. She wanted her daughter back, after all.) Cloud had been intensely focused on just getting Aerith back. It was maddening.

"What, Barrett?" he asked.

Barrett glared. "Have you even thought about how we're going to get up to the damn plate? We can't just waltz up to the Sector 0 lift and go 'Yeah, we're here to get our kidnapped friend back from your dumbass Turks', now can we?"

"What do we do then?" Cloud snapped back. "God only knows what Hojo is cooking up in his sick, demented mind right now."

"Guys!" Tifa cried. "Fighting won't help this. I promise you, Cloud, we'll find a way to get her back, but we have to stop and think."

Cloud looked at the ground. Aerith seemed to know, without him even telling her, exactly what he had been through. She seemed almost to have suffered just as much as he. She understood him. Tifa knew part of it, but the whole extent of what he had been through over the course of his life was known only to him.

"Hojo's after her because she's a Cetra, an Ancient." Tifa said. "She speaks with the Planet. Shinra thinks she can find the Promised Land for them." Cloud remembered that. Aerith was special, half-Cetra. And the Promised Land was supposedly a land of supreme happiness. Cloud couldn't remember who exactly had told him this information, though. Maybe it had been Aerith herself.

Without a word, he began to walk back into the building. Ignoring Barrett's yells, he went up to the roof. Tifa convinced Barrett to follow him, saying that Cloud knew Sector 4 better than they ever could. They reached the roof, finding their friend staring up at many dangling wires hanging from the plate.

"What the hell is that?" Barrett demanded.

"There used to be platforms here." Cloud said. "They could be used to get up to a trapdoor in the plate. They're not here anymore."

"Well, what's this?" Tifa pointed at a thin piece of golden wire, just wide enough to grab hold of, with handholds at intervals all the way up. Cloud looked at it in puzzlement.

"I don't know. It wasn't there before." he said.

"Who cares?" Barrett wanted to know. "It looks to me like a golden shiny wire of hope. It's here to help us get to the plate. Why question it?"

Cloud nodded. If this was fate, maybe fate wasn't so cruel after all.

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Aerith looked around the small office, watching the man across from her uneasily. Reeve seemed kind enough, but after what she'd learned about Tseng, things in Shinra were not always what they appeared. Reeve sipped his coffee, seeming unnerved as well.

"What does Shinra want with me?" Aerith asked softly. Reeve glanced up, then stared back down into his coffee cup.

"You are an Ancient. They believe you can help them find the Promised Land." Reeve replied quietly. He glanced at his bookshelf, where the book of Cetran mythology rested. "If you don't, they'll end up leading us to hell by accident."

"You can't mean that!" Aerith cried. "You don't understand! The Promised Land is not a physical place!"

"I know." Reeve said sadly. "But the President refuses to believe that."

Aerith gave him an odd look. This dark-haired executive was different than the others. "Who are you, Mr. Tuesti?"

Reeve smiled wryly. "I am as you see me. Reeve Tuesti, Head of Shinra's Urban Development department, and the architect of Midgar." Almost inaudible, he added, "And someone who would like to help you."

Aerith stared at him. "You designed this horrible place?" She could barely contain the horror in her voice. "Do you know what it's like in the slums? Do you? People die down there, because there's no money, no food, no hope…"

"Aerith…" Reeve said slowly, trying to find the right words. "I didn't intend it to be like this. When I designed Midgar, it was the plate that I took into account. I couldn't imagine there being people actually living under the plate. I didn't take into account Shinra assimilating the smaller towns." He stared into his coffee. "Midgar was supposed to be a dream city, a shining triumph… And instead it's a blight on the surface of the Planet."

He was telling the truth, that much for sure. Aerith felt the Planet chorus in the back of her head that this man, this Shinra executive, did not lie to her. He was genuinely regretful for the state of Midgar, and the whole Planet, for that matter.

She was preparing to ask him if he knew what Shinra was doing, to any extent, when the door opened. Tseng stood there, looking mildly displeased. Reeve was obviously familiar with the look, because he immediately stood and said, "Well, we did kidnap her. The least I could do was let her have a seat and a decent conversation."

"Reeve…" Tseng sighed, shaking his head.

"Tseng, it's not like I told her anything." Reeve sighed as well, both equally frustrated with each other. Tseng finally gave up, coming over and offering a hand to Aerith. She stood reluctantly.

Tseng smiled as she took his hand, but Aerith didn't return the gesture. Instead, she looked back at Reeve. "It was nice to meet you, Mr. Tuesti."

"A pleasure to meet you as well." Reeve watched them leave, thinking to himself, I'm glad you got to know me. The real me. Not that silly toy I have to hide behind all the time. Even if you don't know the connection… I'm glad.

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It had taken a while, with only a shiny golden wire to climb, to actually reach the plate, but it was well worth it when Cloud finally pushed open the trapdoor and they emerged onto Shinra grounds. The sun was setting somewhere in the distance, and most of the employees would be off getting dinner. The entire complex was still and dim in the twilight gloom.

We need to find Hojo's lab." Cloud said. "That's where she'll be." He led them to the main building. The receptionist was sitting calmly at her desk. Cloud grinned, flashing a look at the other two that said, Be silent. He walked up, leaning on the desk, and said politely, "Excuse me, but we're here to see Professor Hojo. Where is he?"

The receptionist continued typing. "Do you have an appointment?"

"We don't, but I think the professor would be very pleased to see us."

She finally looked up. "I'm sorry, but…" Cloud made a sad face, complete with big, innocent, puppy-dog eyes. Tifa had to work hard to contain her giggles. That was how her friend had won over her, Zack, Sephiroth, and many others on so many occasions. No one could resist his 'sad face'. This receptionist was no exception. She swallowed, saying reluctantly, "Well, I suppose this once…"

Cloud smiled. "Thanks so much. May I ask where he is?"

"In his lab. 68th floor."

"Thank you." Cloud walked towards the elevator, closely followed by Tifa and Barrett. Once they were safely inside, he burst out laughing. "It's a good thing that the average employees can't recognize us on sight!"

"That was brilliant, Cloud!" Tifa laughed. "You did that face; I thought she was going to crumple under the sheer force of it!"

They all shared a laugh, marveling at just how easy it had been to sneak into Shinra's main building, as the elevator carried them higher and higher, towards Aerith and rescue.

The receptionist leaned back in her chair, pulling off the red wig she was wearing. Blonde hair tumbled down around her ears as she reached for her phone.

"Tseng was right. They are trying to save her." Elena, for it was indeed her, pulled out her cell phone and dialed. "Tseng? You were right. You're about to have some company on floor sixty-eight."

Tseng's voice filtered back. "Thank you, Elena. Good job. I'll take care of it from here." Elena smiled, leaning forward to rest her head on the desk. It had been a long day. But soon, AVALANCHE would be no more, and they would have much less to worry about.

The elevator rumbled to a stop, but as they looked at the counter, it was only up to the fifty-second floor.

"What the…?" Tifa said. The doors slid open with a ding, revealing Rude standing there, armed with a gun and looking deadly serious. He stepped into the elevator, pointing his gun at Cloud. "Would you kindly press 'up'?"

Cloud complied, and as the elevator started moving again, he stepped back to stand beside Tifa. "The Turks… It's a trap…" They reached floor sixty-nine, and none were surprised to find Tseng waiting. He too held a gun, and raised an eyebrow at their small group.

"What did you hope to accomplish, the three of you against the Turks and all of this building? Not to mention the SOLDIERs, the military grunts… You were hopelessly outnumbered." he marveled.

Nodding to Tseng, the sunglasses-wearing Turk took his leave. Tseng turned to them, saying politely, "If you would follow me?"

They really didn't have a choice. Tseng walked them down the hallway silently. They debated, of course, attacking him. Even a Turk didn't stand a chance against all three of them. But he was a Turk, and he would manage to get at least one shot off. And at this range, that shot would kill. They didn't want to risk it, not when there was still the chance that they could all make it out alive. Tseng opened a door at the end of the hall stepping through into the grand room that was the President's office.

President Shinra was sitting in his large, plush chair, grinning smugly.

"So, we're finally captured the infamous AVALANCHE!" he laughed. "I have to say, I was expecting better, even from such lowly vermin as you."

Barrett, without moving, for he knew that Tseng would not hesitate to shoot any of them, yelled, "You fucking Shinra are the vermin! Sucking the life out of the Planet with your goddamn Mako reactors! And that makes you King VERMIN! So just shut the hell up!"

But President Shinra just laughed. "No one cares about the opinions of a terrorist!" He held up a sheet of paper from his desk. "Do you know what this is? It's the order for your execution!"

"What!?!" Cloud cried. "You can't do that!" Tifa gripped his hand tightly, eyes huge. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Oh, but I can! The people will be so pleased to hear that the terrorist group has been caught. As long as someone is punished, the people will be happy." He waved a hand at Tseng. "Take them to the cells."

Rude and Elena had come in while no one was looking and had taken up positions behind them. Without much choice, they were marched back to the elevator at gunpoint, to be taken to the cells to await execution in the morning.

Part 2: Nightmare Returns

One in the morning. One in the fucking morning. Reno could not believe they had been woken up this late (or early, depending how you viewed it) to chase down someone. He and Rude had been asleep, like sane people are at one a.m., when they had received a call from Tseng informing them of an intruder in the building. Rude was up and dressed and out the door in less than sixty seconds. Reno, being Reno, had lagged behind. Now they were all patrolling different hallways, on the lookout for this so-called 'intruder'.

And where the hell had everyone been earlier? Tseng had called up Rude for something important, but Reno had spent the afternoon lounging around the apartment he and the bald man shared. He almost felt left out. He had tried asking Elena later, but she had refused to say anything. What the hell! He was a Turk, damn it, he had the right to know about missions the other Turks had had!

Looking absently around the remote hallway, he spotted someone sprawled in the floor. Noting the uniform, he chuckled. Probably a SOLDIER too drunk to get back to his room. Reno was going to pay it no mind, when something occurred to him. The SOLDIER barracks were in the other building…

He raced to the prone man, rolling him over and shaking him. "Hey, hey wake up! What happened?" The man didn't respond. Reno blanched. This was one of the guards assigned to this floor. He started to make a comment about inefficient SOLDIERs, when he noticed something wet on his hands. It was blood. The guard had been practically gutted with a blade, and a pool of blood filled the hallway. He was dead.

Reno stood up, instinctively reaching for his gun as he recoiled from the dead man. Okay, maybe there was an intruder after all. An intruder with deadly skill with a sword. This guard obviously hadn't even had time to cry out. Reno turned, cursing that it was too dark to really see, and crashed into something solid.

He stared up, biting back a scream as he stared into jade eyes, burning in the darkness like green hellfire. They were all he could make out of the person's features, other than the dull glint of a blade at his side. The eyes regarded Reno for a moment, before the person turned and went in the opposite direction.

Reno didn't even try to go after. He just sank to the floor against the wall, wondering why the hell he was still alive. He sent up a silent prayer to Zack for being his friend, for it had probably just saved his life. Reno pulled out his cell phone, calling Tseng. In a shaky voice, he managed, "Tseng? We have a problem."

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Cloud awoke with a start, an intense feeling of familiarity coursing through him. He sat up on the rough cot of the cell, rubbing his eyes blearily. What a bizarre dream he'd had. He dreamed that Sephiroth was huge, stabbing the tiny Planet with the Masamune blade. Then the silver-haired man had looked right at him and said, "Come, Cloud. Wake up so you can get out."

He pondered this for a long moment before blankly wondering why he was in a cell. Then it occurred to him: He and his friends were waiting to be executed! He bit back the urge to scream in frustration and sighed, looking around. Sticky red footprints tracked from the door, to his bedside, then back out into the hallway. Blank grey walls, blank grey ceiling, half-open broken door… Wait a second…

Cloud got up, walking towards the broken door and peering out into the hallway. He recoiled sharply as a metallic scent hit his nose and red assaulted his vision. The hall was covered in blood. He noticed that the other cells were open as well, and he hurried to check on his friends.

"Tifa? Tifa!" he hurried to the cot, shaking his friend awake. She sat up, eyes hazed from sleep, and mumbled half-coherently, "Cloud? What the…?"

He pointed to the door, where a lot of blood was visible, and she woke up instantly. "Did you do that?"

"No. Someone else. The same someone also left all the cells open." Cloud explained. Barrett appeared at the cell door, looking none too pleased.

"What the fuck happened here?" he demanded.

"Other than the blood and dead guards?" Cloud asked.

Barrett pointed towards the wall, just out of Cloud's vision. He got up and walked to the door, seeing what he had missed originally. It was a message, written on the wall, written in blood.

SAVE HER.

Cloud stared at it in shock. "Someone did this… for us? So that we could save Aerith?" Who would massacre what looked like an entire platoon of Shinra guards… for them? Never mind who would, who could? Who had the ability to come and do such a thing?

"Who cares?" Tifa asked. "We should take advantage of this and go get Aerith."

"Yeah, who cares if a bunch of useless fucking Shinra people die?" Barrett agreed. Cloud still felt slightly sickened by the blood and gore, but somehow managed to keep the contents of his stomach in check. He nodded without speaking, afraid to open his mouth at that point, and began picking his way down the hallway, trying desperately to avoid the blood and mangled bodies. They reached the far door, back to the elevator room, and found it unlocked as well.

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Reno had met up with Rude as they hurried towards the sixty-ninth floor. Tseng was on his way as well. It wasn't long before they all converged in the hallway, panting.

"Did you find him?" Tseng demanded.

"No, but I think I know who it was." Reno said, breathing deeply. "It was-"

He was cut off by a shrill scream from down the hall. Tseng inhaled sharply. "Elena! I told her to guard the President!"

"Shit!" cursed Reno vehemently. All three raced to the aid of their youngest companion, throwing open the door of the President's office and stopping in shock. The scene that lay before them seemed out of a horror movie. Blood spattered the walls from where the SOLDIER guards had been practically cut to pieces. Elena lay against the far wall, blonde hair streaked red. And in the center of the room, slumped over his desk, lay President Shinra himself, impaled through the heart with a very familiar blade.

Tseng raced to Elena, kneeling down beside her and checking for injuries. She had a deep gash across her back, oozing blood, and Tseng pulled off her jacket, retying it around her midsection to try and slow the bleeding. "Reno, take her to the medical wing. Now!" He lifted Elena and pushed her into Reno's arms.

"Leader, what about…?" the redhead tried to protest as he cradled Elena against him. Tseng shook his head.

"That blade went through the heart. He's dead." His voice was regretful, but still urgent. "Elena can still be saved. Go!" As soon as he was certain Reno was on the way, he turned to Rude. "Who else was in the building?"

"Scarlett, Heidegger, and Palmer went home for the night. I didn't see Reeve leave. He must have fallen asleep in his office again. Hojo's in his lab." The sunglasses-wearing Turk stated. "And Rufus is in Junon."

Tseng's cell phone rang, and he opened it hurriedly. "What?"

"Leader?"

"Reno! What are you doing!?!"

"I'm on my way to the medical wing now! But I thought you'd like to know that there's a 'copter landing on the private pad on the roof."

Tseng looked at Rude. "It must be Rufus. Why the hell he would decide to come back at one-thirty in the morning is beyond me…" He spoke into the phone again. "Thank you, Reno. Hurry up, now!" He hung up the phone. "Rude, go check on Reeve. Get him out of here. I'll go deal with Rufus. Hojo can fend for himself."

Rude nodded, and the two Turks hurried off in opposite directions to fulfill their missions.

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The elevator broke down on the sixty-second floor, so AVALANCHE was in the process of climbing four double-flights of stairs to reach the lab on floor sixty-eight. It was a long trek, with all of them wary of meeting their violent, if mysterious, source of aid. They finally reached the door that lead to Hojo's private lab. Cloud pushed the door open hesitantly, walking slowly inside.

Obviously Hojo had never heard of the word 'clean'. Papers and binders full of hastily scribbled notes lay everywhere, books sat in piled on the desks, chairs, and floor. A tank stood in the corner, glowing blue and illuminating what lay inside it. Tifa followed Cloud in, horrified. "This is…"

"This is everything from the mansion…" Cloud whispered. "I remember… Obviously after I got away he abandoned Nibelheim as a lab…" He walked over to peer into the tank. Behind him, Tifa picked up a random notebook with a thick layer of dust on it.

"Look at this!" she said. She opened it to the first page. "It's some kind of research log. Listen! 'The experiments are going well. That fool Gast had no idea the power he'd found. But I intend to use it to the advantage of Shinra. The SOLDIERs have had hardly any adverse effects to the Jenova cells…'"

Cloud's eyes widened, as he stared at the twisted form of a woman in the tank. The tank's label read: JENOVA. His own eyes widened as he looked at its' eyes, one glowing a soft green that seemed very familiar, the other a piercing, blood-colored red. They seemed to get bigger and bigger, filling his vision, and he began to hear a voice somewhere in his own mind. Come to me, serve me, let me control you, let me rule you… He fought against the coercing voice, but it only grew louder and louder until…

"Spiky! Quit staring at that shitty tank and let's go!" Barrett said loudly, slapping him on the back. Cloud stumbled, tearing his eyes away from the demon eyes of the thing, and the voices immediately ceased. He looked up at Barrett, nodding, and moved to the door of the next room. It was some kind of room for holding specimens, or something. A small, open cage stood against one wall, and a larger cage looked like it had been ripped to shreds. The second one was older, through, for the once-bright steel had rusted. A few fibers from clothing were caught on the sharp ends of the ripped bars; the person who had been held here had obviously favored red.

"Nothing here. Next room." Cloud said. There were voices up ahead, voices that he distinctly recognized. He opened the final door, and an astounding sight met his eyes.

Aerith stood against one wall of the room, a growling thing that looked like a lion-wolf hybrid standing in front of her, teeth bared at the mad scientist across the room. It had a thick red coat, and was covered in scars and tattoos. The tip of its' tail was a small flame. Hojo tried to step towards it, but the animal growled, and then did something that surprised all of them. It spoke.

"Get back!" Its' voice was soft, but filled with anger. Hojo hastily stepped back, obviously not wanting to anger the beast more. It looked back at Aerith, saying quickly, "Go to your friends."

Aerith looked up then, seeing Cloud and the others standing in the doorway, and a bright smile lit her face. She ran to them, throwing her arms around both Cloud and Tifa at the same time, tears of joy streaming down her face. "You came to get me!"

"Did you expect anything less?" Tifa asked. Aerith shook her head, words unable to describe how happy she was.

The red animal was backing towards them, never turning its' back to Hojo. "You would do well to get out of here. There is something in this building that thirsts for Shinra blood. The same something that released me, and them as well, apparently."

Hojo laughed. "I don't fear this mystery intruder!" he cackled. "Let him come! I'll show him how powerful my science really is!"

"I hope whatever or whoever it is guts you painfully." The animal finally turned to them, saying, "Come on, let's get out of here."

Cloud raised an eyebrow, but led the small group to follow it back out of the lab. It led them past the elevator they'd come up on, to a different elevator on the other side of the building. He glanced at Aerith. "Can we trust this… umm…?"

Aerith smiled. "Yes. He defended me from Hojo. I think it's safe to say he's on our side."

The beast turned to them. "You may call me Red XIII, or just Red. I will explain more after we get out of here." He reached up and pushed the elevator button with a paw. It dinged, and they got on. "Hopefully this one will hold out long enough to get us down."

For the most part, the elevator made a heroic effort. Really. It made it all the way to floor five before giving out on them. Cloud, by that time, was almost fond of the elevator that they had spent sixty-three floors worth of time in. He looked at it longingly for a moment before turning his attention to the stairs that stood between them and the first floor. "Anyone care how much I hate stairs?"

"Stuff it, Spiky." Barrett snapped. "Let's just get out of this goddamn building." The rough man stormed down the stairs, only to stop before barely making six steps. The elegant Wutainese features of Tseng blinked up at them out of the darkness, the blond young man at his side letting out a bark of laughter.

"These are the AVALANCHE my father was so worried about?" he chuckled. "How pathetic."

"Who the fuck are you?" Barrett demanded.

The man laughed again. "Me? I am Rufus Shinra, and with my father dead, I am president of the Shinra Electric Power Company." He smirked at them. "My father was a fool. He thought that money could win the people's loyalty. Well, I intend to rule through fear, and no one will be able to oppose me."

"The President's dead?" Tifa asked, a hand to her mouth. "How?"

"He was stabbed with some abysmally huge sword. My Turks are disposing of it now, if you care to look." Rufus waved a hand towards the railing. They hurried to look, seeing Reno and Rude struggling with the large sword. It had to have been over five feet long. Cloud swallowed around the lump in his throat, a sick feeling in his stomach.

"That sword…" he breathed. "That sword belongs to Sephiroth! He's the only one left who can wield it! Sephiroth is alive!" He gripped the railing tightly, his head reeling. His brother was alive. Alive! Unbelievable! He had assumed that Sephiroth had been killed by Shinra, or that something else had happened to him. He didn't want to believe…

"Cloud?" Tifa whispered. Aerith came up behind him, laying a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"It's okay, Cloud. We know. We know." She rubbed his shoulders, carefully soothing away the shock. Cloud relaxed slowly, looking back at Rufus.

The young president glared at him. "As much as I'd love to do something about you, Tseng insists that we have to leave this building, because he doesn't know if our murdering visitor is still here." He brushed past AVALANCHE, Tseng following on his heels as they headed for the lower helicopter deck. Cloud watched them go, before motioning to the others and racing down the stairs.

Sephiroth had murdered the President. Half of Cloud wanted to believe it, and the other half wished he'd never heard the news. Suddenly he recalled the bloodied footprints in his cell. Sephiroth had been there, staring down at him, and yet had let him live. Did he still feel some sort of family ties towards him? Cloud didn't know. All that mattered now was to get everyone out of this building.

They hurried into the main parking deck, where Shinra kept its' vehicles. Tifa and Aerith immediately climbed into a sky blue pickup truck. Cloud felt an odd pang in his heart as he watched them, seeing Barrett and Red climbing into the back. He heard a voice from his memory, panicked and worried, yelling, "Sniper!"

Cloud forced it away, turning instead and beginning to smile. It was a motorcycle. A perfect, shiny, brand-new motorcycle. Motioning to the girls to start the truck, he went over and got on it, noting the keys hanging from the handlebars. Stupid Shinra and their confidence that no one could infiltrate their building. Cloud started it with a roar, and led the others out of the deck to freedom.

Outside, they sped down the blessedly clear and empty streets of the upper plate. It was all too soon that they stopped at the end of a shattered highway, looking down upon what remained of Sector 7.

Cloud got off the motorcycle and walked to the edge. The others came up behind him, and Tifa hesitantly whispered, "Cloud? What are you going to do now?"

"I have to find Sephiroth." he replied. "My brother betrayed me, and I have to find him. To either bring him back… or destroy him if I can't. He's a murderer and a betrayer, and I can't allow him to endanger anyone else."

"Cloud…" Aerith began, but then turned upon seeing the spot of black and white in the corner of her vision. "Cait!?!" The stuffed cat was scurrying towards them, yelling when it was close enough, "Aeri! Aeri! You're okay!"

To the members of AVALANCHE who had not yet seen the toy, namely Red, it was a bit of a surprise to see Aerith scoop it up and begin to talk to it. From Cait's hurried explanation, he'd overheard that they were trying to rescue her and followed.

Cloud ran a hand through his hair, staring absently into the distance. "We can't stay here. Midgar's not safe for us anymore."

"Where do we go?" Tifa asked.

"Anywhere. I'm going to find Sephiroth. You guys… You can do what you want. This is my fight."

"You dumbass." Barrett said. "Of course we're coming with you."

"Yeah!" Tifa said. "We won't let you face this alone, Cloud." Aerith nodded solemnly, and Cait waved a paw, showing that they were both in.

"Sephiroth?" Red said. "A name I have heard often. I will join you as well, if only to see if what I've heard is correct."

Cloud could only stand there and nod. He hadn't imagined any of them actually wanting to aid him in his quest. "All right…" Friends. Cloud suddenly realized that no matter what had happened in Nibelheim, no matter how long he'd been gone or what Shinra had done to him, they had never stopped caring about him. His friends still wanted to help him, defend him, stand beside him in this fight. Cloud suppressed the urge to hug them all, turning his eyes to the horizon. Cloud would try to bring him back, to make him see the light, but if that was impossible, Sephiroth would pay for everything he had done. Of that, Cloud was certain.

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Li: So, some blood, some gore, some Turks... What more do you need? I originally intended this to be in two parts, but part one was too short for it's own chapter, so... Sorry for the late update! Another chapter follows this, just because I love you all! Hugs!