Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Starla's Dance ❯ Chapter 3

The bandage crackled as Cloud pulled it off the gash started in the middle of his forehead and down into his right eye. Grimacing he cursed Sephiroth, and peered into the mirror. He'd most likely, would never see in his right eye again.

Under the dried caked blood, sickly white skin surrounded ugly swollen skin. For most part it was a clean cut. Just because for just only a second he was distracted with a slow murder.

Why had he even gone for that woman? That was easy, he herd villagers talk of her like Aeris many of times. Like she was her, and it hurt him. She was not pure and innocent like Aeris. That woman, that Starla, could be a cold heartless bitch at times... Aeris didn't have the heart to be cruel.

So she had to die, she should have been the first to die.

Gingerly Cloud touched the cut. He didn't even wince as his finger ran across the mar. His mind was in to much turmoil. The massacre he thought would happen with ease, would have complications now. But nothing he hadn't dealt with before.

Screaming Cloud tossed the mirror into the wall watching it shatter into pieces against the cracked wall of his shack. This was the thanks he got for saving them. First his love, his life, now his site. Cloud found himself drawn back into that fight.

[Slowly Cloud drew his knife across Starla's throat. A thrill ran through him, excitement of the kill. Blood ran over his hand. Warm, slick, beautiful. Blood just like any other of the people he had murdered today. His stomach eager to hear her last breathe. His skin tingled with the sound of her whimpers, and the fear in her eyes.

A glint caught his eye to late. He looked up to see a blade coming down towards him. Quickly Cloud jumped back, but not fast enough. The masumune had sliced across his eye before ricocheting off the blade Cloud was holding at the time. It slipped from his hand in the impact, blood making his hand slick to hold it.

Cloud drew his sword, and brought his hand up to his eye. Blood, his blood, stained his hand now. Anger swelled up in him. His blood was not supposed to be shed today. He shed enough for these forsaken people.

Screaming he launched at his attacker; Sephiroth. Sephiroth leveled the masumune. There swords clashed, and sparks flew with their force. However Cloud was loosing to much blood. He had to run from the fight, or die before he won. So he ran from Sephiroth.

Left her to live.]

Standing he grabbed his sword, the blood had stopped. There was no reason anymore that this fight could not be finished. It would be settled tonight, and he and she would die. This time he would take Sephiroth's head to make sure he was dead. The price his sword would fetch him, would give Cloud the life he wanted.