Running away was really harder than it seemed, especially when you had no destination other than getting out of Midgar. Tseng had told her Aerith was afraid of the sky. She thinks she understands why now. When one was liberated they had no idea what to do with their freedom, and turn back to go to their captor's seemingly welcoming arms. Cissnei was at that point now. With nowhere to truly go she was at a loss without instructions. She fought the urge to regret her decision.

She looked up at the cross road signs. One way to Kalm or the other path to Junon. She decided to go with neither. Cities were probably the first place they would look for her. She needed a place to calm her mind. She got back in the car, turned the key...'click'… She blinked and tried to start the car again. Nothing. She growled, getting out of the car. "Come on you old rust bucket!" She kicked the car and ran a hand through her hair. She could fix it…if she had the tools, but that was one thing she did not have with her. Without a cell phone she could not call for help from a towing company.

Frustrated to the point she couldn't feel her fingers, she opened the side door and yanked her messenger bag out. It looked like she was walking.

Half an hour into walking she realized there was a low snarling in the distance, that seemed to grow louder and louder. She reached toward her belt where she held her switch blade. Her eyes narrowed, but soon enough the growling became so loud that it echoed from the rocks on all sides of her. She had hit a mountain region since she went directly east of Midgar. Most people avoided this region due to the wild life that was abounding here.

Now she had a very dire situation.

Her muscles were tense and she crouched slightly one hand up and out to the side and the other holding the knife trying to point it at all the targets. This was really bad. Why hadn't she bought a gun? That's right; she had to register for it. It could be traced back to her.

Soon the growling was so loud, it was deafening; merging into one entity. This was the end. She knew it. But she would fight until the last breath in her died from her lips.

The wolves became visible. Their fur rose to make them look bigger than what they were. Black and brown masses with ravenous red eyes surrounded her. Their fangs were as long as one's finger and saliva dripped from their mouths. Cissnei could kill one…but an entire pack on her own?

She forgot her personal mission. Survival was key. She made her first move, jumping at the first one. The knife sunk into his eye, then into his brain. The wolf shrieked in agony. It was an awful sound, and the other wolves moved to pounce. She quickly pulled her blade out, but one dog jumped and sunk it teeth into her arm. Pain seared up her arm, and she thought she heard a bone snap.

There was nothing but numbness in her arm, but her other one worked freely and she punched the next dog jumping at her, sending him into pain with a broken muzzle. There were two more in its place. Her body fell under their weight. Her hand flew up to protect her face, but it was too feeble a defense. They were hungry and she was their next meal. She felt them bite at her shoulder, ripping through her clothes. Her body went into shock, and she began to daze.

It was funny how she could kill so many people, but be so helpless and fragile without her own 'pack' – the Turks. Much like a single wolf would have been helpless without its own kind to support it and take down a target.

She heard someone yell and then a gun shot. But before she can figure out what it was, she was gone. Too much blood was lost – too much pain and numbness at once. Her body couldn't handle it. Her vision blackened and her mind slept.

"Sephiroth wait!" She was drowning in the flames of Nibelheim. She gained back her brain in the sigh of panic. Sephiroth had supposedly been killed, but she refused to believe it. Here he was staring at her, so much hate and pain in his eyes.

He turned his back to her and started to walk away, disappearing amongst the smoke. She tried to get up and run after him, but her foot snagged on a corpse. She fell into flames; felt her body become devoured in its hunger. An anguish cry rang out. She had to follow him, she could not die yet. She needed. He was a reason she was on her mission. There was a soft laughing and a whisper. "It's okay I'm here to help."

She woke up. She was in bandages, her arm was in a sling and splinted together. Sitting up, her vision blurred and the world spun. Hands rushed out to push her gently back into the bed. The bed itself, she realized, was small and comfortable, but certainly not luxurious.

"Who…who are you?" She asked, becoming suspicious. If it was a ShinRa employee this could be the end of the line.

"Relax. I'm here to help you. I don't get many visitors in the mountain." The older gentleman smiled his hand still on her shoulder in case she decided to sit up. He had black hair with a few gray streaks in it. Despite his age, he still looked as though he could wallop a few bears, let alone the wolves he saved her from. "I have no idea what you were trying to accomplish but you either must be stupid or on some mission to try to cross the mountains".

Cissnei blinked slightly at the man, then grinned and started laughing at something that seemed like her own private joke. The relief of it not being another Turk or Soldier operative filled her with relief.

His eyebrows scrunched together as he tried to determine if she had bumped her head on some rocks during the attack. He brought a fist to his mouth, clearing his throat. "I don't really have a name, but you can call me your 'old man'."

Cissnei nodded to him, trying to think of a name to call herself. She couldn't use her real name or her code name. Though the only name closest to her alias, yet sound nothing like it was 'Nissa'. "My name is Nissa. Thank you for saving me. I will try to leave as soon as possible, though I am in your debt."

The man shook his head. "No debt dear. Since you liked to act as bait of your own accord I have a new rug and some wolf meat to eat." He nodded to her with a wink. "You are welcomed to stay as long as you need to heal. You've all ready slept a good three days, but you will definitely be sore for a while."

Cissnei agreed. Now that the numbness and sleep wore off she felt awful. But she also had to get a move on it. This situation would give her enough time to recuperate and collect her thoughts about what she was going to do.