A/N:...I like this one. : )
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII Characters and Places belong to Square Enix.
Without a second thought, she ran into the flame-covered streets of the small town of Nibelheim.
Blonde hair whipped around her face wildly, her green eyes large and terrified. Yet she did not fear for her own life. No, she was afraid for a very different reason.
"CLOUD!" she screamed out suddenly, cupping her hands around her mouth to magnify the volume. "CLOUD, WHERE ARE YOU BABY? WHERE ARE YOU?"
Mrs Strife looked around for another moment, before running towards the Chief's house to see if he would be able to help her find her son. Yet when she came to his front door, eaten away by the angry fire, she saw just a hand on the ground, slowly being eaten away by orange, red and yellow. Feeling her stomach jerk, she turned and bolted away from the scene, running to the windmill in the middle of the town, hoping that maybe if she climbed it she would be able to find her son.
"CLOUD! PLEASE, IF YOU CAN HEAR ME SAY SOMETHING! ANYTHING! PLEASE, BABY!"
Suddenly, her foot caught on something and she fell towards the burning ground, landing harshly on her elbows and knees. She kneeled there for a moment before screaming out in frustration, pounding her fist into the ground. She looked up and watched as the windmill was destroyed like so much kindling. Tears streamed down her face, evaporating as it plummeted to the ground. She watched as her neighbours who hated her cried out for help, for salvation, reaching through the smoke and the tongues of flame for a helping hand.
Sitting up on her knees, she raised her head towards the sky, lifting her arms to embrace the stars. As the fire crackled slowly, licking at her hair and her dress, she screamed one more time for her son, hoping that he would scream back.