We made it to my house in record time, probably shouldn't have got into a car with a still very high and very much still tripping man. I walk calmly through the door which had been left open, most of the part goers was still here having formed a ring around Leanne. All eyes fell onto me as I made my way to the body; she was laying on her back with her vomit caked on the left side of her face, her eyes was closed. She looked almost peaceful; I can't recall ever seeing her like that. Soon after I stepped into the room some men came in to deal with the body, the partiers left saying how sorry they were and other empty comments.
I found myself on my own with only my thoughts for company; all I kept thinking was what was going to happen to me. Selfish I know, but Leanne's dead there's nothing I can do about it, might as well worry about something I could change or do. I grabbed the shower I was unable to have this morning and as if nothing had happened went to bed. I surprisingly fell into a deep, peaceful, dreamless sleep.
For the second time in a row I was rudely awoken by someone trying to bash down the door. With my trusty blade in my hand, I walk towards the door and fling open the door. A flash of bright red hair flies past me, obviously he's the one trying to make a whole through my door. "What has everyone around here got against people sleeping? And who the Fuck are you, you ginger twat?" The young redhead straightens himself as a stiff, wutai man not much older than him walks into my hallway.
"Sky-Blue Savannah Levine?" His voice holds an air of self-control and the demand for respect, and I find myself almost respecting him. Almost.
"Yeah? How'd you know my name, you twos a 'friend' of Leanne? Sorry, but you're gonna have ta find another girl coz she's dead" I hold open the door waiting for them to leave, waving my blade gesturing towards the door. Something about their uniform's somehow familiar. They both stand in front of me, either not getting the hint, or not choosing to go. The wutai man has an unreadable expression if any, whereas the tall redhead with the matching red gang tattoos on both cheek bones carries a cocky smirk on his face. He continues to stare at my chest, he doesn't even bother to hide it; I then realise that I didn't get changed when I was in a hurry to answer the door. I was stood there in my doorway, with two men in blue suits, and wearing nothing but a bra and thong and with a rusty blade in my hand.
The wutai approaches me, "Miss Levine, are you aware of whom your father is?"
"No, there's probably quiet a few men it could be. Why? You don't think you could be do you? Coz no offence but I look nothing like you. And him" I say pointing to the man now looking at my legs, maybe some point this morning he'll figure out I've also got a face, "is barely out of nappies." That earns me a glare from the man-child in question.
"We know the identity of your father Miss Levine. He's President Shinra, and your half-brother Rufus wishes to see you. So if you could please put some clothes on, pack a bag of things you want to keep. And come with us." Okay in the first time in a long time I was genuinely shocked and kind of scared.
"Who's 'we'"
The one with the unbuttoned shirt appeared behind me, "We're the Turks, yo." With that single statement, my blood ran cold.