Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Starla's Dance ❯ Chapter 16

The world spun around in a fuzzy haze as the world slowly came back to Starla. Besides the pain in her chest, the first thing she noticed was a hand on hers. A hand moved to brush Starla's hair back. The hands were not think and manly, but thin and feminine. Blinking Starla tried to align the blurry images. Then the person spoke.

"Hey Stary, try to no wake up to fast," the soft disembodied voice said. "I'm only here a for a little bit, kinda like a voice in your head."

Starla snapped awake; fear lancing through her. Her eyes grew wide as saucers as adrenaline cleared her vision as she stared at her sister-in-law sitting beside her bed. A scream tried to erupt from her lips but caught in her throat. Groaning, AprilMay moved her hand from Starla's as her skin turned a disturbing pale white.

"Don't freak, Starla."

"Go away-please-go away." Star whimpered, but mostly mouthed.

AprilMay's eyes rolled around. "Look, don't freak, I need to tell you something. And I might as well say it before you wet the bed. Sephiroth is in trouble, BIG trouble. You'll find him at the old Shinra weapon ware house behind the new bar-no Star don't faint."

"Away," Starla squeaked.

"I am, I am." AprilMay rose. "Good luck, and long life to you."

As AprilMay turned Starla let out a scream that ran through the hospital. When she vanished Starla nearly freaked out, but then she remembered something about Sephiroth, and a Shinra warehouse. Nurses rushed in to see what was the matter. Two held her down as she thrashed to get up.

"Ghost-Sephiroth, I might get him help!"

"No, you need rest." The nurse scolded. "I'll have someone go look for him if you just lay still."

Starla gasped for air. "The old Shinra warehouse, hurry, he needs help bad."

The nurse looked at someone standing in the corner who nodded. "Witch Shinra warehouse?"

"... The one behind the new bar, weapons warehouse."

The nurse looked up and nodded at the figure in the corner. Heavy foot steps sounded as the person made the way to the door. It was then Starla saw the figure to be a Grunt. A pain shot up her arm, Starla hissed to see a nurse with a needle in her vain.

"This will help you relax. We really don't put people under when they just wake up but you had might of a scare."

"B-" Starla couldn't finish as the effects of the drugs over took her.

Three Grunt's approached the warehouse. Normally they did not go on wild goose chases. How ever in some cases exceptions were made. Like when they had nothing better to do. There challenge came when the discovered the hole, and the body below. The first motioned to the other two to descend into the hole as he tied knots into a rope.

The two leaped down, careful not to land to hard on the crate. One knelt beside the still form and felt for a pulse. It was faint, but still there. He motioned to the other one watching to slowly lift the blade from Sephiroth's stomach.

Slowly, and steadily the blade rose up. Dark crimson turned in to a brighter color the higher it was lifted out. The skin lifted as it slid out. Crimson bubbled around the wound as the sword neared it's tip and thinned. The metal no longer clogging the wound. The first replaced his fingers on Sephiroth's neck feeling for a pulse; it still remained.

Finally the blade was lifted from the wound.

Laying the sword aside the second motioned to above for the rope. It flew down and the second caught it in his hands. The first in the hole carefully slipped the rope under Sephiroth's arms. The second motioned up again, and Slowly Sephiroth was pulled up. The sharpness of the broken floor scraped Sephiroth's back as he was pulled on to the solid floor above.

Once the one above secured Sephiroth, he sent down a rope so the other two could climb out. Once above they lay the sword on Sephiroth and crossed his arms over it. Then one grabbed him by shoulders, one by the legs, and the third wrapped his arms around and grabbed Sephiroth by the ass to stabilize him.

They rushed through the city towards the hospital. Blood dripped leaving a path from the warehouse. Once arriving they were surrounded by nurses and doctors. He was whisked off into surgery, giving the blade to the Grunts. The Grunt that stayed above took the masumune and walked over to a fountain and cleaned off the blood.

Drying and wrapping it in a sheet he reluctantly walked to Starla's room.

It was surreal world for Starla. The world seem to lag to catch up to her. Her thoughts barely came in coherency. For her arms and legs they refused to respond, and her words just never formed. In a fog she watched the Grunt come towards her. He lay the sword against the wall reverently.

"He'll be fine," The grunt said in a voice so distant. "He's in surgery now, you were right."

Her eyes focused on the blood, then darkness pulled her in once again.

"He'll be fine."