Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Symphony of the Periled ❯ Symphony of the Periled - II ( Chapter 2 )

~Symphony of the Periled~

Author:

Danaeyl Panthernopaeus.

Warnings for this chapter:

Inexplicit gore and foul language, OOC-ness (out of character notions).

Turn back now if you do not wish to read about that.

 

~ * ~

The Next Morning.

 

“Damn it, Cloud! I am getting sick of having to enter your room every morning! It's bad enough the children see Vincent leaving it!” Tifa ripped the covers away from Cloud's body and pulled him out of the bed by his hair.

 

The agitated woman dragged the cursing and struggling man down the stairs and threw the phone at him, hitting him between the eyes. She glared at him before she went into the dining room to finish serving up breakfast.

 

Cloud sighed and rubbed the area between his eyes where the phone had made contact. He picked up the small device, held it to his ear and muttered something. His eyes widened and he was instantly awake. He hung up and ran back to his room. He dressed quickly and shouted out to Tifa where he would be on his way out the door.

 

What a way to be woken up, Cloud thought miserably as he walked to where he needed to go. Fenrir wouldn't start today for some reason. Cloud made a note to check the fuel situation when he returned home.

 

As Cloud wandered through the markets of Midgar's centre - he asked for directions - he had to ask: Why do we have a graveyard? Holy crap, are we meant to bury our dead? Cloud paused in front of a butcher and stared at the ground. The monsters he had slain were left to rot on the side of the road. And Cloud was fairly certain it wasn't crow the butcher was trying to sell.

 

Cloud's stomach churned at that thought and he quickly continued on his way. He purchased an avocado and peeled it as he entered the graveyard gates.

 

Cloud closed the gate and glanced around. Reno hadn't said much just that Cloud had to get to the graveyard and from there Reno would show him something that would make Sephiroth look like a saint.

 

Of course, Cloud just had to see that.

 

Cloud finished his avocado and tossed the stone-like pip into a cluster of bushes. He was about to leave when he saw two people in the near distance approach him.

 

There was a blond, which Cloud assumed was Rufus and the other could be either Reno or Tseng. Cloud hoped it was Reno. Tseng still hadn't forgiven Cloud for last year's New Year prank. Poor Tseng's eyebrows would never be the same.

 

Cloud breathed a mental sigh of relief when he saw it was Reno and Rufus. Though, he wondered why the blond was there. Wasn't he meant to send the Turks out to do all the dirty work? Cloud knew that wasn't a nice thing to think about someone who was trying to restore the planet.

 

Cloud met the pair half way. Rufus looked pale and a little green around the gills. Reno looked disgusted. And both looked as though they had some really important information they had been withholding.

 

“Alright, who pissed who off?”

 

Rufus cleared his throat. “Actually, that was sort of our question to you. Someone wants you dead, Cloud.”

 

Reno gave a sarcastic grin. “Yeah, that's right. So, instead of blaming us, why not going through your enemy list? Oh, that's right, we don't have all day.”

 

Cloud's eyes flashed and he reached for his weapon. He was going to kill that loud mouthed, pathetic excuse of an assassin. He glanced at Rufus when the man cleared his throat, again.

 

“Would you two stop turning everything into a pissing match? Cloud, come with us.” As Rufus turned, he glared at Reno, who looked away and followed. Cloud brought up the rear.

 

They walked up to the house and Cloud guessed it belonged to groundskeeper, and he was curious about that, too. He could think about that later as he caught wind of a vile odor that was waffling out of the open door. Cloud wished he hadn't eaten that avocado.

 

“It gets better,” Reno said as he stepped over the threshold and into the house. He had seen the way Cloud reacted to the smell.

 

Cloud knew he didn't want to know or see how it got better, but he had to. He was a hero and he had to know what was going on. He stepped in and followed Reno. He had a feeling that fruit he ate would be coming back with a vengeance.

 

Cloud looked around as they walked through the house. It was a dump, to put it politely. The parties that been held there had done nothing for the décor, nor for keeping the vermin at bay.

 

Reno stopped before two large wooden doors and glanced over his shoulder.

 

“Ready?” Reno smirked and opened the doors.

 

Before he even stepped into the room, Cloud began dry reaching at the stench and from what he saw at the door. There was blood and guts everywhere. The thing was; the smell that was being emitted didn't smell like something that had happened less than twenty-four hours ago. It smelt as though it had been there for a week.

 

Most of the gizzards looked as though they had been ripped out and absentmindedly discarded. Some of them, however, had been neatly arranged in a little clearing in the middle of the room.

 

In a mix of hearts, lungs, kidneys, livers and torn up intestine spelt the words `Cloud Strife'. Cloud left the room. He made it into the hall before he vomited. It wasn't the carnage that affected him; it was how neat and precise his name was. It was like whoever killed everyone here didn't care about that, but cared enough to remove vital organs and spell out his name with them and he wouldn't be surprised if they had taken great pleasure in doing that.

 

“Hey,” Reno said as he patted Cloud's back, “you okay?”

 

Cloud straightened and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. “Tell anyone about this,” he began as he motioned to the mess on the floor, “and I will kill you.”

 

Reno raised his hands in mock defense. “Hey, don't sweat it.” A soft crimson spread over his cheeks. “That's my mess over there.”

 

“Did anyone not vomit?”

 

“Nope. We all did. After all, who takes the time to fondle someone's insides like that?” Reno bared his teeth in distaste.

 

Cloud stepped around his mess and rested his back against the wall. “Does anyone on your team have any idea who could have done this?”

 

“We have a theory on who could have done this,” the redhead revealed.

 

“In Shin-Ra's basement we found two experiments we believed were dead,” Tseng explained as he appeared beside Reno. “Let's talk outside, where it is only slightly better for our health.”

 

The two Turks and ex-Soldier left the building, sitting on the porch. They took a few moment to enjoy the fresh air before more questions were asked.

 

“How many bodies are in there?” Cloud's stomach protested when he caught a whiff of Reno's cigarette.

 

Reno took a deep breath. “Rude's still counting. Before I rang you, he was up to fifty-three, not including the orgy room. At first glance, there is about thirteen torsos.”

 

“Just the torsos? Where are the arms and legs?”

 

“Scattered around the room.” Reno crushed his smoke out on the wooden floor of the porch.

 

“Charming. Who were they?”

 

“Junkies,” Reno replied.

 

“Members of the Goldenrod Circle. The guy hanging from the ceiling in the back room by his intestine was the `Serpent'. He would host raves, such as that, to invite new members.”

 

Cloud stared at Tseng. “What's a `Goldenrod Circle'?”

 

“`Goldenrod' is the name of a new drug.” Tseng reached into the jacket of his suit and revealed a small vile with a light green liquid in it. “Very addictive. It hasn't been on the streets for more than eight months and dealers already believe they're a serpent, more a serpent like creature.”

 

Cloud continued to gaze at Tseng. How was it that a man like Tseng knew so much and he knew nothing? Some hero I am, Cloud thought glumly and childishly.

 

“Anyway, you mentioned something about experiments you thought were dead. What was that about?”

 

“Reno was there when it happened.”

 

Reno glared at his lover. He was hoping Tseng would do all the talking and leave him to fill his body with various harmful chemicals. With a sigh, Reno began explaining what happened the previous day.

 

“It was fucked up,” he started, “we were minding our own business, staring at the freaks when the wind stopped and all noises couldn't be heard. Their eyes opened and one of them broke the glass, they got dressed in old lab coats, grew wings and took off. They didn't mention anything about fucking up a rave and it didn't occur to me to ask at the time.”

 

Reno stared at Cloud with hard eyes as he said the last part. He knew that's what Cloud was thinking. Reno wasn't as goofy as he acted. Or so he claimed.

 

“I'm still a little confused about how these experiments fit into this mess.”

 

Tseng muttered something in a foreign language, presumably his native tongue. “All we know is that they were created to be someone's successors. We only assume it's Sephiroth they are to succeed. Judging by that mess in-”

 

“And how much they hate you,” Reno cut in. He rolled his eyes when Cloud reached for his sword again. “Stop being overdramatic.”

 

“Anyway,” Tseng continued. “And the way it was done and the fact they left no-one alive. I think they may be trying to purge the planet.”

 

Cloud groaned softly. “Great, just what I need. Wing growing successors of Sephiroth. Perfect,” he said as stood and left the graveyard.

 

~ * ~

That Afternoon.

 

Cloud sat at the bar of 7th Heaven and watched as Tifa served the customers with a smile. It frightened Cloud a little.

 

In the last six months at the least, Cloud had gotten used to Tifa's more violent side. Cloud couldn't help but feel that for some reason, his oldest friend was annoyed with him about something he did. For the life of him, he couldn't think of what could have happened to get Tifa, of all people; the woman was like a saint, angry with him. She wasn't the type of lady to act up over something trivial.

 

Then again, what Cloud thought was trivial was life or death with Tifa. She took nothing for granted. Cloud found himself smiling over that thought. Tifa was special. If he had been interested in women, he would have asked for her hand in marriage. Someone that was able to control everything around them as well as cook, clean and sew. She wasn't indecisive. She was bold.

 

Cloud hoped he wouldn't have to live through her death. He wouldn't know what to do if she were to pass on before him.

 

Tifa wiped down the bar and did a doubt take at Cloud. He had a strange look on his face. “Cloud? Are you okay?”

 

“Yeah, I'm fine.”

 

Tifa smiled, putting the dishtowel over her shoulder she stood before Cloud. “What did Reno want this morning? You left in quite a hurry.”

 

“Oh, yeah. I'm being hunted again.” Cloud tried to act as though it wasn't anything new, but he knew this time would be much different from the previous encounters.

 

“What?!” Tifa hissed as she glared at the spiky blond. How could he not say anything? Much less act as though everything were normal and that being hunted happened every other day.

 

“Look, it's nothing life threatening. When and if it comes to that, I'll start to worry. So far, all they've done is kill a bunch of drug addicts.” Cloud shrugged. He didn't know what Tifa was getting worked up over.

 

“Just wait until I finish my shift, Cloud. When I'm through with you, you will walk in a way that will make everyone question your sexuality even more.”

 

Cloud didn't like the look in Tifa's eye as she moved down the bar to serve another customer. What was he meant to do? There was no point in raising a panic with everyone if the problem turns out to be easily fixed. Then again, if it isn't easily fixable, he could be in for a world of hurt from everyone.

 

I'm screwed either way, Cloud concluded, but I could give the “heads up” to those that aren't in Midgar. Fuck! I don't even know what they look like. Cloud rubbed his temples with his index and middle fingers. How could I forget to ask an important question like that? If I'm lucky, killing all those people last night will be enough for them until I get their details.

 

Cloud folded his arms on top of the bar and stared down at the shiny wood. I'm an idiot. I need to talk to that bunch again. Cloud stood and left the pub.

 

The Seventh Sector was still as much of a baron wasteland as it always had been, even after the reconstruction. It seemed that Sector Seven would never look beautiful. It was just something more that he and his friends needed to add to their list of “Things to do”. Though, cleaning up this sector might be a little of a challenge.

 

As Cloud made his way to the Healin Lodge he thought over what Tseng had told him about the experiments. They don't even know what their purpose is. As Tseng said, they're only assuming they are Sephiroth's successors. So, maybe they have nothing to worry about. After all, who is to say it was them that turned a rave into a slaughterhouse?

 

Cloud sighed in annoyance. Why would someone want me, though? I've saved this planet, twice. Is that my crime? How sad. Cloud rolled his eyes. This thinking thing was getting him nowhere. At least, nowhere that was helpful.

 

Cloud knocked shoulders with someone and apologized. His mind was still trying to come with reasons why someone would want him out of action. He doubted that whatever he did to Tifa, she would go as far as doing something like this. She would have done it herself.

 

Cloud made it to the Healin lodge some forty minutes later. He had taken his time, but only because he was trying to remember who he could offended and with what. Surely it couldn't be another case like Tifa's. What is Tifa's case?

 

Cloud stopped at the base of the stairs and looked up. He wasn't surprised to see Reno out on the balcony, his arms folded on top of it, his legs crossed at the ankles, a cigarette between his lips as he stared forward. Cloud could see the redhead was in deep thought about something, and whatever it was, it troubled him.

 

Cloud said nothing as he ascended the stairs. He didn't want to get into a fight with a startled Turk. Instead, Cloud invited himself in to see Rude, Elena and Rufus. Cloud couldn't help but feel they had been waiting for him, like he was that predictable that even Shin-Ra knew his next moves.

 

“One has blond hair and gold eyes. The other has black hair and purple eyes,” Rufus replied without being asked.

 

Cloud's eyes widened a fraction. Am I really that predictable? When did that happen? Cloud knew his thoughts were quite selfish, not to mention irrelevant. But Cloud had to admit, the only people he cared about were more than capable of dealing with two of Hojo's pets.

 

“At least they won't blend in with a crowd.” Cloud turned to leave and got a serious case of déjà vu. “Why would they want me?”

 

“To kill you, obviously,” Reno retorted as he entered the lodge. “They slaughtered an entire rave. And according to Tseng, they're on their way to Kalm.”

 

Elena gasped. “Is he sure?”

 

“Two and a half bodies tell him `yes',” Reno answered. He looked grim and a little worn. Cloud wondered how much sleep the firecracker had gotten.

 

“Wait, `half'? Did you say `half'?”

 

Reno glared at Cloud with weary eyes. “He found the bottom half of a male. A perfectly severed bottom half.”

 

“Fuck,” Cloud muttered. “Well, if it's me they want, I may as well start heading to Kalm.” And hopefully get there before they kill everyone. Cloud left Healin. If he was going to do this, he would need a little help.

 

“Elena, Reno, I want you two to back up Tseng. Rude, we're going for a little trip.” Rufus straightened his jack and left the main room, Rude trailing.

 

Cloud burst into the house. He could hear Cid and Vincent in the kitchen and headed there.

 

“Cid, watch the children. Vincent, I need you with me. And Cid, when Tifa gets home could you join us in Kalm?” Cloud didn't wait for an answer and ran out the front door, shouting over his shoulder, “And in the meantime, find out what's wrong with Fenrir!”

 

Vincent frowned as his partner ran around like a madman. He glanced at Cid, who shrugged. With a silent sigh, Vincent Cloud. Might as well know what's happening before it hits Midgar.

 

~ * ~

That Evening.

 

Cloud's heart stopped beating for a second as he saw the mess that was Kalm. When he had been able to see Kalm on the horizon, he began to panic when he saw the smoke. He also knew he would have to explain things to Vincent very soon.

 

Cloud watched where he placed his feet. He turned round, staring at the corpses that littered the streets. He shook his head. On the well, he noticed words, painted in what he assumed was the blood of the victims. He walked the perimeter of the well, reading the words aloud:

 

“O', the Great General, he does not die.

“A single black wing, he can not fly.

“A spiky blond, a Soldier he ain't.

“Tis not blood but only red paint.”

 

“Cloud, what the hell is going on?” Vincent stood behind his partner, unable to believe the death that surrounded him or the fact that whoever was doing it had to recite their horrible poetry on the town well.

 

“They are his successors. Damn, I was hoping they wouldn't be right.” Cloud sighed. How am I going to deal with the realsuccessors of Sephiroth?

 

“Successors of the Great General?” Vincent closed his eyes. “Sephiroth? I didn't think there would be anything worse than Kadaj and his brothers.” Vincent shook his head. “You knew about this, didn't you?”

 

“I didn't know Kalm would be this much of a mess. But, yes, I knew they were on their way-”

 

“`Their'?” Vincent's eyes flashed. “There is more than one?”

 

Cloud frowned. “Why does that matter? Kadaj had two others with him. We're talking about two people, on their own.”

 

“Kadaj and his brothers never killed anyone, either. They tried to. I think we may be dealing with Dark and Krad.”

 

“They have names?” Cloud exclaimed. “How do you know their names?”

 

“That's not important right now. You said something about Tseng being on his way here?”

 

Cloud looked around. It would devastate the Turks if that man were to die. Cloud left the well and began to check every body. He could hear Vincent doing the same, as neither of them wanted to tell the Turks one of their little family members were dead.

 

“What are you two doing?”

 

Cloud and Vincent looked up and saw that Tseng was alive and with Elena and Reno. Cloud and Vincent stood. Thankfully, even Reno could see now was not a moment to crack jokes.

 

“Kalm is non-existent,” Elena remarked as she looked sadly over the bodies of the children that had perished.

 

“Yeah,” Reno agreed. “We have two choices. One, we let the fires continue and let it erase Kalm for good. Two, we put the fires out and let people slowly return to Kalm to rebuild it. I say we save it.”

 

Tseng looked thoughtful. “Let it burn.”

 

“I agree with Reno,” Vincent stated.

 

“I'm with Tseng.”

 

Reno turned to the blonde. “Elena, you're the tie breaker, but hurry up, would ya?”

 

Elena shrugged. “It's too late to save it now.”

 

Reno nodded. “Majority rules. Let's leave.”

 

The four men and woman left the once peaceful town of Kalm. When they were a hundred yards away, they turned and watched as the flames purged that part of the planet. Cloud turned to Tseng.

 

“How did you escape?”

 

Tseng looked into glowing azure eyes. “They let me go, saying it wasn't my time but that it would come soon and painfully.”

 

“You spoke to them? Why didn't you kill them?” Cloud's eyes hardened. He was having a tough time trying to understand what was going through the experiment's minds. They would slaughter an innocent village but let a Turk live? Something didn't add up.

 

“They were playing Crabs with someone's eyes. What did you want me to do? What would you have done?”

 

“I would have pulled out my weapon and charged! What a normal person would do!”

 

Tseng punched Cloud, liking the look of the shock on that pale, preaching ex-Soldier wannabe's face. “Don't test me, again, Cloud. Why don't you do something about it, then? It's you they're after.”

 

Cloud could feel blood trickling out of his nose. He wiped his upper lip with his thumb. “You think all of this will stop once they've killed me? They're Sephiroth's successors! It will never stop.”

 

Tseng punched Cloud again, hearing the bristle in the blonds' nose snap. “Stop trying to act as though you know what's going on. You just don't want to die.”

 

“Tseng, stop,” Elena pleaded. “None of us want to die. But maybe if Cloud sees them, he will be able to find out exactly what it is they want.”

 

Cloud cracked his nose back into place and hissed in pain. He glared at Tseng. “I hope they kill you slowly, you slimy excuse for a human.”

 

The five peopled look up as the sound of a helicopter drew their attention to the sky. The machine landed and Rufus appeared. He looked over at the, still, burning Kalm and looked heartbroken.

 

The three Turks headed to the chopper, not without Reno getting in a snide remark of, “We may be slimy but at least we were never pathetic enough to steal someone's memories.”

 

Cloud's anger rose to a new peak. He was going to kill those bunch of miserable souls before the successors could even think of it.

 

“They've been watching us,” Vincent said.

 

“Who? Rude and Rufus?”

 

“Dark and Krad. We better get back home and you had better explain everything.” Vincent shot a look of warning at Cloud as he turned and headed back to Midgar.

 

I'm not the only one that needs to do some explaining, Vincent, Cloud thought as he followed his partner. He just knew everything was going to worse from here.

 

~ * ~

That Night.

 

“What?!” Tifa and Yuffie shouted in unison as they stared at Vincent and Cloud. The two men nodded.

 

“That's impossible!” Tifa continued. “Kalm is no more than a two hour walk. Unless they started when you left this morning, there is no way they would have been able to kill everyone.”

 

Cloud sat down. “Don't forget, Tifa, there is two of them. And they also obliterated a Goldenrod Circle rave in a night.”

 

“But…the children…Those monsters!”

 

Cloud knew that would be the hardest part for Tifa to deal with. She glanced up at the ceiling and he knew what was going through her mind. She was worried about Denzel and Marlene. Cloud had to admit, he was too.

 

“It was easy to see that the children were killed first,” Vincent said. “They have compassion. They didn't want the children to watch their parents being tortured and killed.”

 

Tifa glared at the caped man. “It doesn't change the fact that they killed children. They took young lives.” She raised an eyebrow. “Do you think that what they did doesn't make them monsters?”

 

“You're talking to one, Tifa.” Vincent stared back at the dark haired woman.

 

“Why would they kill an entire town just to get your attention, Cloud? Shouldn't they have sent a messenger or something?” Yuffie looked at Cloud in wonder. She had just come in for a visit to find herself neck deep in a mess.

 

“`One black wing, he can not fly.'…” Cloud murmured, looking thoughtful. There had to be a reason why they wrote that.

 

“What?” everyone, excluding Vincent, asked.

 

Cloud looked up. “It was something they wrote on the well. `O', the Great General, he does not die. One black wing, he can not fly. A spiky blond, a Soldier he ain't. Tis not blood but only red paint.'”

 

Tifa was the first to recover. “Cloud, they're insane. Nothing they say or do is meant to make any sense.”

 

Cid slammed a fist on the table. “I got it! `Tis not blood but only red paint'. It means it's not real.”

 

Cloud stared at the aged man. “A riddle in a poem?” He shook his head. “Cid, I hate to mention this, again, but those people in Kalm are dead and that is real.”

 

“Well, fuck me! At least I'm thinking.”

 

“It's not helping!” Yuffie stated. “People are dead. Here and Kalm. The Turks can't do a thing about it, because they'd only make it worse. They want to kill Cloud, and we can't let them do that. And who cares about one black wing? You need two to fly!”

 

Everyone stared at the ninja in awe. In her little rant it seemed she managed to shine a new light on the little passage written on the well. Cloud was almost tempted to call her a genius, but that would be insane.

 

“Divide and conquer. Without one, there can't be the other,” Cloud explained, hoping it was what everyone else was thinking.

 

“No. If one of them dies, the other takes their power and continues on with the task at hand,” Vincent revealed.

 

Cloud looked like he was ready to give up. “How do you know so much about them?”

 

Everyone turned their eyes to the raven haired man, who shifted a little uncomfortably. “You honestly think Tseng, Rude and Rufus are the only ones who know how to read Hojo's work reports?”

 

“Work…work…Shit.” Cloud stood and walked around the dining room table as they had decided to hold the meeting there. “They're Sephiroth's successors, right?” Everyone nodded. “Now, in order to be his successors they had to know him and know what he had planned, right? Let's say they met Sephiroth when he was still in Soldier, and he decided they would take his place if he dies, before he went insane.”

 

Cloud glanced around to make sure he hadn't lost anyone, especially Yuffie. “Okay, so they're experimented on and put to sleep to wait for the day Sephiroth died. What if - what if Sephiroth had a mental link with them? It would explain how they were able to pick up where he stopped.”

 

Tifa chewed her lower lip in thought then sighed. “It's only a theory, Cloud. A good one, but we'll never know unless we can find something in Hojo's reports, and maybe he could tell us how to defeat them.”

 

“It's right here.” Vincent dropped three reports on the table in front of Tifa.

 

Tifa blinked, gently picking up a bottom corner and glancing over the words written. “This is how you know so much about them?”

 

“Yes and it proves that Cloud's theory is practice. Brothers X and Y, aka, Dark and Krad, were created from some very nasty materials, Jenova cells included. Hojo also explains their DNA structures, their bodies and how to kill them. You won't like any of it.”

 

Cloud stared at Vincent as though the man had just betrayed him. “How long have you known all this?”

 

Vincent kept his eyes on the reports. “A year.”

 

“And you didn't think once to mention it to me? They're out to kill me, Vincent!”

 

Vincent glared at Cloud. “They were not created to kill you, Cloud. We're talking about a worldwide purification. Not everything is about you.”

 

“Burn! Oh, Cloud, you were so burned then!” Yuffie squealed and giggled.

 

“Shut up, Yuffie!” Cloud and Vincent snapped.

 

Cid stood up. “I'll call Barret and tell him to get his huge ass here. He should know about this, as well. He'll be able to pick up the wolf. Then I'll keep watch to make sure they don't try to kill any of us in our sleep.” Cid left the dining room, going into the kitchen.

 

“Also, Cloud, if you had taken the time to mention it to us, instead of avoiding us for the day, I could have told you sooner.” Vincent turned and left the room and then the house.

 

“Well, I might as well hit the hay. I'll need to get up and relieve Cid in the morning.” Yuffie bounced out of the room.

 

Tifa stopped reading to look up at her childhood friend. “Vincent's right, Cloud. If you had just told us what you found out this morning, we might have been able to help a few people survive the disaster of Kalm.”

 

Cloud started for the exit. “It wouldn't have mattered, Tifa. The only information we need is how to kill those sick bastards.” Cloud left Tifa alone with the reports.

 

Tifa watched Cloud leave. “I'll find it for you, Cloud.” Her attention returned to the reports. She knew she was in for a long night.

 

~ * ~

End Chapter II.

Author's Drabble:

I just thought I would explain Dark and Krad's appearance in this story.

Brothers X and Y were, in the beginning, going to be original characters. Then I remembered how much a close friend loves Krad and hates to see him as a killer. Yes, you guessed it, this is me showing my friend how much of a jerk Krad can be. Oh, and I'm sick of Dark being the `good guy'. He's just as evil as Krad.