Rufus Shinra sat at his desk, hands tucked behind his head, and an evil smirk rested on his face, just like his shoes rested on his desk. “Sir, team has been deployed.” Rufus looked up to see Elena, in a crisp salute. “Good, how has the cannon been coming along? And how are my two clones doing?” Rufus asked, eyeing the Turk with cold eyes. That seemed to make her shiver, even though she tried her best to hide it. “The cannon is almost complete, sir. As for the clones, we have successfully gotten them into Avalanche without much suspicion.” Elena said. Rufus raised an eyebrow. “Who suspects them?” He asked, certainly Sephiroth and the Cetra would, but whom else? “The traitor sir.” Was the professional reply. Oh, so the traitor, or Christina, was the one who was suspicious. But why? He had always thought that Christina had always been a little ditzy, but how would his perfect clones arouse suspicion in her? She had never seen or heard of the clones, had she? Rufus shrugged nonchalantly. It didn’t matter now, his plan was working smoothly.
Sephiroth glanced at the gangsters with interest. Even though this wasn’t a fair fight, Sephiroth decided that a little stress relief would be fun. Christy pulled a handgun, and decided that this could get bloody, and she guessed this would be the perfect time to release all the anger she had kept inside because of Cloud’s stupidity. Yuffie pulled out her shuriken, casually propping it up in a throwing position. This would be a good way to get some practice. Tifa silently got into a fighting stance, Reno and Cloud on either side of her, arming themselves and looking cockily at the enemy. How could to men so alike not get along? It sort of reminded her of Aeris and her, when fighting for Cloud’s affection. Charging into battle, Avalanche sliced at the enemy or shot, something along those lines, save for Annita and her new, or old friend, who stood beside her with a smirk on his face.
Christy dodged a bullet that went whizzing by her, she in turn, shot a couple of times, and missing once in a while, but she usually hit her target. Then the enemy fell to the ground, moaning and groaning, reminding her of a zombie, blood puddle under them included. She just hoped that there were no lickers around. She hated Resident Evil for thinking up those vile creatures, which had given her nightmares that she didn’t want to think about. She whacked a guy over the head with her gun, knocking him out, but not for long. He lifted up his gun and shot her. The bullet pierced her as she gave a gut-wrenching scream.
Sephiroth looked up from the man he had just cut his arm from. Christy was in trouble! The thought fueled him to where he had heard the scream, barely dodging fists, knives, and bullet that surrounded the battlefield like the sweat that hung in the air. He then saw Christy body, blood pooling under her. Please don’t die! He thought, picking her up. Looking around desperately for Yuffie or Tifa, he only caught a glimpse of Yuffie’s shuriken. Running toward her, he gritted his teeth when he felt several bullets strike him. His only thought was to save Christy, he couldn’t let her die!
Cloud had heard his sister cry out, but he couldn’t see her, so his thoughts of saving her were quickly replaced. Slicing a guy right through the stomach, impaling him, he moved through the mass of the endless bodies, bullets grazing his arms, legs, and face, only making small cuts, but they stung nonetheless. He chopped off guys legs, letting them fall, screaming in pain. Cloud’s eyes were cold, emotionless. Just like Sephiroth’s when he was killing on automatic.
Tifa kicked a guy hard, sending him crashing out the window, glass shattering everywhere. She had heard Christy’s cry, and she saw Sephiroth running toward Yuffie, carrying a wounded Christy. That had gotten her pissed. She could already feel the planet aiding her, fueling her rage with power. Gathering the energy, Tifa lifted her hands over her head. The wind turned different colors, forming spirals around her and whipping Tifa’s hair around and forming a ball where her hands seemed ready to hold it. Her eyes, turning a gold color, she cried out. The ball widened, and seemed to explode, rays of light flashing out of it and killing all the gangsters, and healing everyone else in her party. Now was one of those times she was glad that she was Cetra.
Reno looked up, to see a white ball forming over the crowd, and getting bigger by the second. Realizing that Tifa must be behind this, Reno stopped mid swing in the attempt to zap a guy’s face off. Feeling the light heal him, Reno stood there, eyes closed and smiling. He could hear the agonized cries of the men, but it was drowned out by a voice, the voice of an angel. It seemed to be singing in Cetra, making him feel at peace, and oddly very happy. Tifa… it had to be her voice.
Everyone, save for Annita and Tifa’s new friend, James, were crowding
among Christy’s bed, watching their friend breathe. Sephiroth felt sad
and angry. Why hadn’t he protected her? “It should be no problem if you
protect her.” His words from the past echoed through his head, making him
feel even sadder. He felt a comforting hand on his shoulder. He turned
to see Tifa, standing in a now empty room, except for him and Christy.
“I need to talk to her.” Tifa said softly, ushering the general out of
the room, who didn’t complain. Tifa turned to Christy. “He really likes
you, you know. You should tell him how you feel. With his reputation, he
might be killed before you get the chance to say your feelings.” Tifa said,
a tear trickling down her cheek as she remembered a boy from her childhood
that was killed before she had a chance to voice her feelings. She didn’t
want her best friend to experience it.
“You really think, that he likes me? He doesn’t even talk to me, much.”
Christy said, looking up at her friend. Tifa nodded, turning to look out
the window. “But, what about you? Shouldn’t you tell Reno or my brother
how you feel?” Christy asked, hoping to steer the subject to Tifa. Her
friend didn’t talk much about her feelings, but she could feel the love
triangle that had befallen her friends. Well, she guessed Reno was a friend,
even though they didn’t talk much. Tifa blushed, “I don’t know, I don’t
want to hurt them but, if I had to choose, I don’t know.” She said. Just
then, Reno ran in, panting. “Tifa! Christy! We need help! You’re new friends
were traitors! They came and took Yuffie!” He snarled, pure rage showing
on his face. Tifa felt a pang of jealousy, but it was quickly covered up
by worry. This was all her fault, if she hadn’t admitted she was Cetra,
none of this would have happened. Sensing her drop in moods, Reno wrapped
a comforting arm on her shoulder and said, “Tifa, doll, it’s not your fault.
I’m sure no one thinks that way, right?” Christy nodded. Sephiroth entered
the room and eyed Christy with concern, making her blush. Cloud also came
in and leaned against the wall. “Let’s save her.” He said, eyeing the party
warily. They nodded.
Yuffie sat in a cell, sulking. How could she let her guard down? How could Annita do this to her? She had thought that they were friends. Well, she could get out of this mess, or wait for the others. She wanted to get out of this place as soon as possible, so she began thinking of a way to escape. After a couple of hours of deep thought, Yuffie gave up. There was no way she could escape when she had shackles tied to her wrists and ankles. But, she couldn’t think like that! Looking around the plain white room, she didn’t see anything, except for a little door that seemed to lead to a freezer and another door that led to a corridor. Yuffie sighed, maybe if she slept on it…
Annita punched, kicked, and jabbed at an invisible enemy. Sweat was glistening her body, as she gave a high kick, she almost hit James, who had just entered. “Watch where you shadow box.” He snapped. Annita looked at him annoyed, who returned the gaze. Annita sighed. She wanted to get back at the people who had put her in that god-forsaken capsule. She would make them pay! James watched silently, thinking once again how much he loved Annita. Sure, she was brash, but she was also breath-taking gorgeous. She was the only reason he followed orders, so that she could one day be happy. He sighed, propping himself up against the wall. His only hope that Annita would one day be happy with him, but he knew otherwise. He still loved her though.