Do you know the probability of an ordinary individual suddenly becoming a hero on any given day? Well according to research, it’s about one in every three hundred million people, meaning said person has to be pretty lucky if they’re the “chosen one”, right? Wrong, in fact becoming a hero could be the most unfortunate event during a person’s entire lifetime, that is, if they survive at all. This is the story of twenty one year old Cloud Strife.
Some dream job this turned out to be, I’ve been a first class SOLDIER for about three months now and it’s definitely not all it was cracked up to be. I mean, yeah I get to don the purple and black uniform and carry the oversized buster sword but other than that there’s nothing, nothing at all. For the first two months I’ve been stuck guarding the main lobby of the Shinra building just above the slums of Sector 47 in Midgar, which is nothing like the majestic depictions of SOLDIER that’s shown between basically every television program that we have down at Sector 7. This month I was “promoted” to chief guard of suspicious activities down at Nibelhiem, which isn’t too bad considering that Tifa still resides there.
Hmm, speaking about that, Tifa was supposed to call me after she was done giving Zack and the rest of the Shinra elite the all access tour of the Mount Nibel Mako Reactor, a tour that I specifically told her not to take because of its high risk for terrorist attacks, especially after Sephiroth’s psychotic rant last week. See, its things like this that drive me crazy about that girl, she’s as bold as anything, she never listens to a word anyone tells her. If I’d lose her I don’t know what I’d do, she’s been my love for so long and I couldn’t imagine my life without her. I just hope she calls soon.
All of a sudden I hear a muffled ring coming from my bottom right pocket right above my thigh, I hope it’s her. I unzip the leather zipper a quickly grab and flip up my phone to see who’s calling, and as I do so all I could hear is the screaming of a middle aged woman running toward her house, screaming something along the lines of, “he’s back!”. He’s back? What could that possibly mean?
I look at the caller ID on my cell to see that it isn’t Tifa calling me at all; it’s actually Rufus, the son of the Shinra Corps boss and the organizer of our SOLDIER group. I don’t know what this could be about, he only calls when there’s a dire emergency. I hope nothing happened to her. As soon as I accept the call he starts screaming, ordering me to get to the Mt. Nibel Reactor as soon as possible because what we feared most was actually happening, Sephiroth was back.
As soon as I run to by bike through the wet, grassy surface, I began to realize that my worst nightmare was coming together. Tifa and Sephiroth were going to face off at the reactor, a face off which Tifa most likely wouldn’t survive. I went from jogging to sprinting past the local material and weapons shop to the Shinra employee parking lot. Before I realized what was going on, I was already past the small suburbs of Nibelhiem and deep into Nibel Forest, about to hit the fork in the road leading to the reactor. I could see the smoke from the reactor through the leafless branches indicating that I was close to my destination. I could feel my heart jumping out of my chest, as I unsheathed my sword from its holster I knew that I was in for the fight of my life, but I knew that it was going to be worth it in the end because I’m doing this to save the love of my life.
I’m here and not a moment too soon, I already see all of the Shinra elite’s bikes are long gone, except for one, the bike belonging to Zack. My heart is racing faster and faster with every step I take, so fast that I could almost feel the blood moving through out my body, sending shivers down my spine. I push open the large worn metal doors only to see the doom and destruction that I had so painfully been expecting. My sword drops as I could feel my heart sink when I see her unconscious body draped along the cold dark ground, like some sort of rag doll. I can’t feel or hear anything anymore; I can’t think straight, nothing. I can’t even control myself, I just look down at her body while my body moves itself closer to hers, eventually picking her up and putting her unresponsive body down by the steps. All the while I could just hear my self muttering the phrase, “it’s going to be okay”. I know what I have to do now, I have to kill that sick bastard for what he did to Tifa, this isn’t for my job, my life, or the world, it’s just for her.
I could feel myself swiftly running up the stairs to the main room of the reactor when I suddenly feel something grab onto my foot as im running.
“Cloud, don’t do it.” the unknown figure says in a frail voice. As soon as I heard the deepness of the voice of the figure below, I automatically knew the person who owned that voice, it was none other than Zack Fair.
“Don’t go, you’ll be killed, don’t be foolish” he whispers while coughing up blood.
“Don’t stop me; I know what I have to do.” I tell him. “I’m not turning back, he hurt my girl and now he’s gonna pay.”
“Don’t do it man, you’ll die for sure, that man is high off the craving for domination and he can’t be stopped.” he says before dropping his head back to the ground.
“I know what could happen but I don’t care, im going to avenge her no matter what.” I tell him before escaping his grasp while continuing to run up stairs.
I could see him now, his long, disgusting silver hair flowing with the rough winds caused by the reactor’s winds. Before I knew it I was running toward him at full speed with my blade ahead of me, with intent to kill. I had him, it was over, I could feel my sword pierce his robe, entering his side and exiting through the other side of his body, cracking the wall in front of him. I could still feel the adrenaline rushing from my head to my toes as I pulled the sword out of his body. I could see him stumble towards the ground and before I could get a hold of myself I could see the ground moving and my sword being swung once again, except this time I didn’t strike, it was he who struck me. I didn’t know what to expect now, he had knocked my sword off of the ledge and now I was weaponless and struck by a plague of fear.
As I closed my eyes I could feel his long blade go through the center of my stomach and lift me off of the ground. Though I had just been stabbed and mortally wounded, I still couldn’t feel pain. My hands wrapped around his blade, shocking both him and myself, and before I knew what was happening, I could see that he was now in the air and I was now standing, meanwhile the sword was still in my torso. He let out a roar as I tossed him off of the ledge into a pool of acid, killing him instantly.
It was over now, he was gone and Tifa, and the world was saved. I dropped to the ground, knowing that my ending was inevitable, for the wound in my stomach had basically ripped apart my whole digestive system. Although I was rapidly expiring, I knew that I had done my job, I knew that I was successful in saving the woman of my dreams. I wish that I could tell Tifa that I did this whole mess for her, that I could care less for the welfare of the world, that my main motive was to protect her, the love of my life. Too bad the last thing I’d hear before my death was the ring tone from an incoming call from none other then the boss’s son
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