Chapter One: Captured

A damp, musty scent filled the sensitive nostrils of the young fighter Tifa. Her eyes gently fluttering open as they came to take in the view of a dingy cell that surrounded her icy feeling body. The ceiling covered in faint water speckles and tinged with a deep green moss. The only source of light came from a small hole on the roof, more like a crack from the floor above. A single slit of light filling a small ray that fell down on to…a blonde? The locks so soft appearing and spiked in odd direction. The figure shifted slightly and his face moved into the ligh before disappearing into the darkness around. Smooth features, tight face, pale colour to his face.

"Cloud…" Tifa whispered as she shifted to a sitting position and crawled towards the blonde. Her movements paused as a thick pull came from her ankle. Turning behind her to look at what stopped her from reaching the male she frowned. A large linked chain clipped around thick band of metal that held her in position. Pulling on it lightly she winced as the stiffness in her body. Turning her head back to Cloud she watched as he shifted faintly with a pained groan. "Cloud?" She whispered to check if he was indeed conscious.

"Nngh…" Cloud barely breathed as he felt a wave of pain flow through his injured body. His legs numb and asleep keeping the pain from the scratches and bruises to a minimal in his mind. His left shoulder felt tense and sore as if it had been dislocated and shoved back into place with a rougher movement than needed. His head throbbing as he lifted his shaky gloved left hand to his left temple.

The feeling of something dried peeling and chipping off of his skin filled his waking senses just before his ears took hold of Tifa's voice. "Tifa?" He whispered back as he turned his eyes to the shade. He could barely see a figure in the dark before him but from the outline of her body he knew it was his friend. Reaching his right arm out to her he took a hold of her right hand. He was much too sore to move yet.

He could feel something heavy around his neck and both of his ankles, most likely a chain much like the one that held Tifa's left ankle. "Are you alright?" He spoke, faint concern lining his words. Seeing a nod it was confirmed with a 'yes' as she squeezed his hand gently.

"You?" She asked as she laid her head on his hand as if listening to his palm.

"I'll live." He replied as he turned his head to the ceiling. Closing his eyes he thought back to how he could have possibly ended up in such a predicament…the only think coming to mind was a glimpse of silver hair.


Okay! So...here's the low down. All I really know about Final Fantasy VII is what I saw from the movie Advent Children...not to mention little tid bits I figured out from the game. If the whole story doesn't really follow the whole idea's of the game I apologize. Just bare with me okay?