Disclaimer- I do not own Final Fantasy.

Summary- A response to Ghost in the Mirror’s Challenge fic (I tweaked it a bit though). AU When Cloud rescues a girl from being abducted, he finds his peaceful world shattered, as a secret group of people are hell bent on getting her back by any means necessary. Cloud soon finds himself in the middle, trying to protect the girl while facing his own demons. However, the girl is not normal; she has a power, a power that could very well destroy everyone. Cloud/Aerith

Project Holy

Chapter 1- Escape

She could not move. Her long brown hair made a curtain in front of her eyes as she lied on the concrete floor. She tried to fight them but they retaliated, using electric shocks and clubs to subdue her. Her green eyes stared blankly at her hair, her emerald green eyes allowing tears to flow without care, staining her face. Her body was covered with a simple white leotard. Wound holes were plagued her body and some were very carelessly stitched, leaving her ivory skin looking ugly.

The young girl was in the center of a holding cell. Since the moment they brought her in there, from their continuous experiments, the young girl did not move. She could not move her body. It had been injected with a toxin making her paralyzed. The young girl could not comprehend how long she had been experimented on. She passed out several times from the severe pain. The pain was so intense that she could not even scream at times. Those so-called scientists were vicious. They did not care what hell they put her through and she knew it. They would put her on the edge of death just so they could continue. The worse part about it she had no clue why. Why was she so important to them? What did she have that made her so special that they would do this?

The girl contemplated when she finally felt the numbness in her fingers begin to lift. She moved them slowly trying to get the feeling back. After a few more minutes, she managed to roll over on her back, moving her hair out of her face. The room was lit by a single fluorescent light, which offered hardly any light. The young girl felt her body ache against the cold floor. They could not give her a bed or a blanket. What did it matter if she got sick? She could be sick right now and not even know it. With the numbness lifting the pain was taking over. She dragged her body toward the wall, using what little strength she possessed to get there.

Once there she pulled herself into a sitting position. The door was across from her, no doorknob to be seen. The only way out was from the other side. Even if she did find a way out, no doubt they were watching her from a hidden camera to make sure she would not get far, not that she could. Her head fell against the wall, too heavy for her to support. A groan escaped her lips, the pain now immense. She wanted to push away the pain with a happy memory, but the only memory she had was pain, abuse, sadness.

She looked at her hands, lying helpless in her lap, cut and scraped badly with bruises from the rough treatment. Dry blood plagued her legs making her stomach churn in disgust. She felt like vomiting from the sight. Not only from the sight but also from the thing they called food they gave her. She did not know what it was but it made her gag every time they forced it into her mouth. A plate of they grey color food laid on the floor not to far from her. Before she could do anything else, the door opened and two men dressed in uniforms and armed with weapons walked in. The young girl backed up against the wall, her eyes narrowing.

“Wah- wah do you want?” she choked out in anger.

“Shut up,” one said with a sadistic grin in his hand a baton ready to beat her if necessary.

The girl knew the man. He had hit her several times for no reason. It gave him some sick pleasure to be able to do this. It angered her greatly that he felt so big for abusing a helpless girl like her. The young girl glared at him, which only made him grin.

“The boss is waiting to continue his experiment,” he grinned, as the second man took out a syringe, ready to inject her with more toxins. If it were possibly, the girl wished she could disappear through a wall and get away. These men were sick and she was at there mercy.

“Stop, get away!” she cried helplessly.

Before she knew it, a baton hit her on the side of the head. The young girl wailed as she collided with the floor. Blood spilt out from a wound he now gave her. A black boot stomped on her back as the other guard injected her with the toxin. The girl began screaming but soon she would be immobile. The two then dragged her kicking and screaming out of the room. She found herself going down a dark hallway, just as always toward the laboratory. Once in the room she felt her eyes flooding with tears again.

“STOP!” she cried helplessly again. “STOP NO MORE!”

She saw several people staring emotionlessly at her with white lab coats on. They instructed the two guards to place her in an open tube, obviously used for experiments. They shoved her in and shackled her ankles and wrists. A glass shield slid over the tube trapping her inside. The girl began crying but the toxin they injected into her was making her body grow heavy. She slammed her hands helplessly on the glass tube staring at the men as they mercilessly watched. One of them, the head scientist pressed a switch on his console and wires slipped into the tube stabbing into her body through the wounds. Fresh blood seeped through as the girl let out a scream, only she could hear. Once the wires were fully connected, the scientist flicked another switch and a green liquid entered the tube.

“NO!” The girl cried. “NO! STOP IT! STOP IT!”

The scientist watch but could not hear through the soundproof glass. Suddenly a tube forced itself into her mouth and down her throat making her gag. She could feel it digging deeply as the green liquid was flooding her. When she was completely submerged, she stared at the men secretly pleading for them not to do it. Yet the scientist pressed another switch and the girl felt her body jerk. Several painful pulses flooded her body making her jerk in ever direction.

STOP! She screamed mentally. MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!

Several more pulses and then one sudden large pulse made her slam into the glass. Her hand hit hard causing her knuckles to split open. The green liquid was now tainted with her fresh red blood. The young girl watched through her blurry vision, painfully at her tormentors. More pulses were sent through her and her body slammed against the tube. Her tears mixed into the blood and green liquid.

“Turn to the next level,” said the head scientist. One of the other scientists turned a switch and the pulses became more frequent and painful. The girl’s body began to jerk in complete disorder.

Make it stop! STOP! STOP! STOP!

Red lights began to flicker on the monitors. One of the scientists looked fearful and turned to his colleagues.

“Something is wrong,” he said. “The power is stronger then before.”

“Then turn up the power level,” the head scientist announced. “This is what we’ve been waiting for. We will finally see her true power! TURN IT UP!”

The power level of shocks went up again causing the girl to be in a series of shocks. The pain was becoming unbearable and the toxin was not working fast enough. Her hand began pounding on the glass on her own free will. She wanted it to break. She needed to break the glass to get free!

MAKE IT STOP NOW! The girl mentally screamed.

Suddenly, all the consoles began flashing warnings. Everyone stared at the tube as her hand collided again making the wound on her hand seep blood through even more. Suddenly, a blinding white light appeared and the next moment the tube shattered sending glass shards in every direction. The shards collided into the screens and consoles causing small explosions but nothing drastic.

The green liquid spilled onto the floor as the girl hung helpless still connected to the wires. The scientists all stared when the head one approached her. He poked at her sides and cursed.

“She’s dead! Worthless garbage, she is dead!” he said turning around. “Get someone to clean this mess up. We must contact headquarters of this.”

As he finished his last sentence, the head scientist jerked forward as a crimson shower hit the other scientist. The group all stared in disbelief, as the young girl was now standing alive. A white aura surrounded her. She blinked and the tube in her mouth went flying. It flew into the air strait at another scientist, wrapping around his throat, strangling him. The other scientist scattered trying to escape as well as calling security but the young girl would not have it. Using her power, she snapped a computer monitor from its station and hurled it at a scientist trying to escape through the door. The last three were scattered around the room. One was calling security. She stared at him and blood came shooting out his neck. The last two were reaching for weapons to hit her with but she stopped them first sending random objects them, crushing them.

The girl breathed heavily as the wires around her snapped. Her body fell heavily to the ground the toxin inside her trying to subdue her. Finding the strength she picked herself up, walking carelessly across the broken shards of glass. Escape and killing was the only thing on her mind. She got out the door and she heard the sound of footsteps stomping on the ground.

“FREEZE!” shouted a guard. Groups of solders were pointing their guns at her, ready to fire. She glared at them and their weapons exploded in their hands. The guards gasped but the girl merely looked up at the ceiling sending a large metal piece at them, crushing them. Stumbling the girl headed down the opposite way, as she walked she left a path of destruction. Anyone who met with her in this state did not have long to live. She would kill them all. After sending the whole base into disaster, she came to a large doorway. Placing her hand over the door she pulled it apart and noticed it was a docking platform for aircrafts. She shaded her eyes from the bright morning light.

It seemed like forever since she last saw light. It was so beautiful! She walked toward the edge and saw water as far as she could see except for a tiny strip of land in the distance.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out and the next thing the girl knew she felt a pain in her arm. She spun around at the guard and glared at him. He fired several more rounds but the girl sent a deadly blow at his chest. His chest split open blood pouring out everywhere.

“You were that monster who beat me,” she hissed. “You like it when someone is weak and you can beat them up. How does it feel when someone can fight back?”

The girl spat as she sent another powerful blow at his neck and wrists. The man screamed in pain as his body was now pinned against the wall by her power. She raised her hand and slashed at his face, causing large gashes to appear as if an animal had attacked him. The man fell to the ground clutching his face with one hand. Unknowing to her his hand was reaching into a secret pocket in his pant leg.

“Now die,” she spoke venomously. However before she could give him her own finishing blow the man fired a single bullet at her. It grazed the side of her head causing her to jerk back. Being so close to the edge made the girl lose her footing. Her body fell over slamming against the rocks below. Her body slammed and rolled off each rock until it hit the cold water in a loud splash. The guard above dragged his carcass over to the edge and stared at the water. He let out one last breath before he slumped over dead.

X, X, X,

“Cloud, come on you can at least humor me and pretend you are having fun.” A raven-haired girl called out.

Her crimson eyes spotted a man leaning against the wall. The young man was in his early twenties with blonde spiky hair and glowing blue eyes. He was well built dressed in a sleeveless high color black shirt and black pants. His boots were brown and he wore black gloves. Strapped on his left shoulder was a shoulder guard, attached to a brown belt wrapping around his bell built chest. On his shoulder guard, was an interesting silver charm that looked some kind of creature?

“Sorry,” Cloud mumbled removing himself from the shadow of the wall.

He stepped out and placed on a pair of black shades, covering his glowing eyes. The girl sighed shaking her head. Her raven hair and crimson eyes stood out just as much as her curvy body. Her dark clothing could not contain her beautiful shape that would make any man fall. The girl looked at a pair of leather gloves, trying them on for size. She flexed her hand seeing if she could move her hand comfortably in it. Seeing it was suitable, she paid the vendor and took her gloves as well as several other items.

“If you didn’t want to come, you could have just said so,” the girl sighed as they walked down the street.

“Sorry Tifa,” Cloud muttered his eyes looking at the ground.

Tifa shook her head. “It’s okay, no big deal, really.”

For as long as she known Cloud, Tifa knew the man was not a talkative person. If she did not know him better, she would have thought of him as cold and uncaring. She met Cloud only a few years ago when he arrived at the city of Midgar. She found him lying in an alley with a sword at his side and several wounds against him. Tifa unquestionably helped him. She assumed he would eventually tell her what happened but he never did, and it was not any of her business. After helping taking care of him, Tifa helped him get a job. Cloud was grateful and he did consider her a friend, but never did he confide in her.

“Hey Cloud,” Tifa said suddenly, “Let’s go for a ride somewhere.”

Cloud looked at his motorcycle and back at Tifa. He could tell she was trying to be friendly but today he felt like being alone. He had nothing against Tifa it is just that today he really wanted to be at home alone to think.

“Sorry, I just feel like being alone, maybe some other time.” Cloud said getting on his bike. Tifa let out a sigh and nodded. She bid her friend farewell and watched him ride away.

Cloud looked at Tifa shortly in his mirror and then turned his attention to the road. At first, he planned to go strait home but then considered going somewhere else. He wanted to go somewhere where he could think, somewhere far away from people and from Midgar. Without hesitating, he turned down a road that would eventually lead him out of the walls of Midgar.

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“Sir there are no survivors as of yet.” A guard called out.

Standing in the now destroyed laboratory was a dark haired man with circle-framed glasses on his face. He was an older man looking in his mid forties. His hair, brushed back showing off his widows’ peak was long and black, tied in a low ponytail. His white lab coat had smudges of dirt and some unknown liquids on it. His clothes underneath were black pants a white shirt and a tie. He was scanning the area looking for something in particular.

“I don’t care about them.” The man snapped. “I want to know where THE experiment is. Find her and if you must sedate her but do not kill her. I want her alive.”

“Yes sir,” the man saluted him and hurried out of the room.

The man studied the debris and the other dead scientists. He noticed the way the wounds were shaped, no animal and no weapon could make such a wound like that. These wounds looked as if the person skin just burst open on its own. They were clean and not clumsy or ravaged like a weapon or a creature. He stood up, his fist clenched tightly. If his thoughts were right, SHE was the cause of all this.

“Professor Hojo!” A voice rang out.

The dark haired man turned around, glancing over his spectacles at a guard. He tilted his head up and adjusted his glasses.

“What is it? Did you find it?” Professor Hojo asked.

“No sir but we did find a surveillance camera that is still operational. Please come with me.”

Hojo followed the soldier through the debris and down a rather rickety staircase. They came to a control room where several other guards were standing. One was at a console that looked as if it had been smashed several times. When Hojo stood next him, the men all stood strait and saluted their superior.

“We found this sir,” the guard said.

He pressed a button on the console and a recording appearing on one of the monitors. Several of the monitors were smashed completely while others were just barely working. The fuzzy picture showed a brown haired girl covered in wounds standing on end of a platform. The video skipped a few moments later to show her being shot at and then falling over the edge. The video repeated several times after that.

“Damn it,” Hojo cursed. “Send a search party to the platform, check the water for the body!”

The guards, although finding the order quite odd, nodded and hurried on their way. Hojo turned back to the screen and watched the scenario. He cursed several more times and then slammed his fist on the console shutting the monitors off. Spinning around he headed back up the staircase and toward the landing platform where the girl was last seen. A group of guards were already there searching the area for any sign of the girl. It took over an hour for until they could finally search the area underwater. When the guards reported into the head guard, he went to report to Hojo. He grimaced going to the old man, for the news was not going to be to his liking.

“Professor, the body has not been found,” Said the captain.

Hojo glared at him. “Then that means she is not dead, find the damn body before I kill you myself!”

The man saluted respectfully and went back to ordering his crew around. Hojo let out a low growl, teeth clenched. The imbeciles, as he would put it, around him were infuriating. All of them were edgy about meeting up with whatever destroyed this place. Hojo could careless, he knew very well what did this but he was not about to tell them. It was the girl, the experiment. Hojo contemplated as he studied the surroundings. Her body could have been swept away by the sea but not too far from the area. She had to have survived. Hojo would have bet anything she survived, with her power. Where would she go? They were in the middle of an ocean, far away from any nosy people. The closest areas were the Corel Area and the Midgar Area. Hojo stared out over at the horizon where he could see a tiny strip of land.

“Captain,” said Hojo to the guard.

“Yes sir?” he responded instantly.

“Keep several of your men searching for the body here, and send several others to the Midgar shoreline.”

“Sir?” he questioned, not understanding why.

“Do as I say!” Hojo snapped as he turned his back and reached into his coat pocket. Inside was a metallic cell phone. He flipped it open and pressed a button and it dialed a number instantly. Several rings later and it stopped, someone had picked up.

“Yes?” came a voice.

“We have a dilemma on Project Holy, Experiment 22 has escaped. It seems she is heading your way, I have sent several guards to retrieve her. I however suggest to find some good protection, with her powers she liable to crumble your pathetic city.”

“For your sake Professor Hojo, you better contain YOUR experiment. I am not paying you to lounge around at Costa Del Sol! Contain that experiment; this set back is costing me money and you your job. Get it back.”

“A minor set back sir, I’m sure.”

“For your sake, it better be.”

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Cloud had traveled for several hours, not sure, where he was going but just following a road. He left the slums of Midgar for the beautiful world outside. Midgar relied on reactors to power the city. However, it was a heavy price for the city to pay. Trees and plants had a hard time growing, that is if any type grew there at all. The atmosphere of Midgar was not all the great either. Theft, street fights, gangs, drunks, rape, and who knows what else roamed the slums of Midgar. The other sectors were not any better. Cloud did not have to worry about Tifa, she trained well in martial arts and anyone who tried to mess with her would end up getting a good beating. On more then one occasion he witnessed Tifa beating a drunk at the bar she worked at.

Cloud steered his motorcycle to a side road leading down through the grassy plains far away from Midgar. He traveled a little farther until he came to a stop at the edge of a cliff staring at the blue sea below. He adjusted his sunglasses and then planted himself on the ground. He lowered his head to his gloved hands trying to think. He felt stressed out, his mind full of thought. Although it had been several years since he came here, his memories plagued him. Dark memories that made him want to scream at the top of his lungs. He wished he could forget but he could never forget. He could never share this information with any of his friends, they very few friends he had.

Sighing Cloud stared up at the sky seeing the tranquil scene before him. Even this could not offer him any peace. He ran a hand through his blonde locks. Gently he reached up toward the emblem on his shoulder, fingering it, remembering the secrets behind it. Painful memories began flooding his mind. He forcefully pushed them away, wanting to forget that part of his life. If only it would be that simple. He could forget for a while but it would always resurface. He lowered his head staring at the sandy white beach below. Watching the waves hit the sand his eyes traveled up and down the shore when something caught his eye.

Groups of birds were flocking toward an object. At first Cloud assumed it was some dead fish or some other animal but when he focused on it, he was wrong. Cloud stood up and looked around for a way to get down the beach safely. Several meters down, there was a path. Cloud jumped on his bike and drove that way and down onto the sandy shores, in the process frightening the birds away. Jumping off his bike, he rushed over to the figure on the ground. It was definitely a person. He gently rolled the person on their back and gaped at the condition. He brushed the long brown locks to reveal a beautiful face smudged with sand and blood. It was a girl. Cloud examined her body to find several other wound holes, some reopened thanks to the birds’ pecking.

Cloud next checked for a pulse and found on, surprisingly strong for someone in her condition. The white leotard she was wearing was stained in blood, sand, dirt, and not to mention torn up. Cloud gently brushed the sand out of her face and smoothed her hair back to see a small cut on her head, looked like there was no major head injuries that he could see.

“Where did you come from?” he questioned softly, as if she could hear him. “Did a ship crash? Were you attacked?”

Cloud pulled out an orb from his pocket. The orb emitted a dimly green glow. It was also cracked in several places. He held out the orb toward her and several of her wounds began to close up, however before he could fully heal her, the orb disintegrated. Cloud cursed aloud.

“Damn materia,”

He would have continued swearing at himself but a soft groan escaped the lips of the young girl. She stirred in his arms causing a painful look to appear on her face. Her eyes opened slowly and closed the same. It took several times until she was able to focus on the man before her. Cloud stared into her emerald green eyes. He never saw eyes so beautiful like that before.

“Are you all right?” he asked solemnly.

“Where…” her voice sounded parched and she began coughing.

Cloud sat her up allowing her to breathe easier. She pressed her fingers to her temples trying to stop the pounding headache. Cloud found the he was unable to let her go in fear she would fall over. She looked so thin so fragile as if she had hardly eaten.

“Are you all right?” Cloud asked again.

“I think so…” she choked out.

“Try not to make any sudden movements.”

The girl nodded and Cloud let her go. He stood up and walked over to his motorcycle looking for something. He cursed mentally several times for not stocking up on items that would help him on trips. Yet, when he went on trips, they were random and he never had encountered anything dangerous to him. What he did find was a black trench coat. He returned to the girl, noticing she was now shivering. He wrapped it around her. She huddled into the material, feeling its warmth against her cold skin.

“Who are you?” the young girl asked her voice small.

“My name is Cloud…” he said toneless, “Cloud Strife.”

The young girl nodded as Cloud examined her legs for broken bones. He moved them certain ways and watched the way the girl reacted. When he reached for her ankle, it was obviously sprained when she cringed.

“How did you get here?” asked Cloud.

The girl opened her mouth to respond but closed realizing she had no answer. She brought her hand to her chin pondering but nothing came to mind. She looked back at Cloud and shook her head. She regretted it though because a sharp pain in her head made her clutch the sides trying to sooth the pain. Cloud deducted that she had amnesia when she could not answer him and the way she kept clutching her head.

“Can you stand?” Cloud asked getting up.

The girl nodded and tried to stand but found her legs shaking uncontrollably. Cloud found himself supporting her with his hand on her lower back. The girl cringed causing the blonde-haired man to remove his hand. He found his glove covered in a thin line of blood. No wonder she was so weak, with all that blood loss. Cloud could not fathom how she was alive except that it was a miracle. Cloud placed his arm around her holding her by the under arm. His other hand held her small hand. He gripped her gently, not wanting to hurt her.

“I’ll get you to a hospital or something,” Cloud muttered.

Before the girl could respond, the sound of a loud engine startled them. Cloud looked up and saw several boats heading their way. At first, Cloud assumed they were people enjoying the beautiful day out at sea, but he was wrong. When the boats stopped shoreline, Cloud felt the blood in his veins run cold. Those men, on the boat were dressed in a similar fashion, a fashion he remembered all too well. Cloud felt a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach as the men got out of the boats and surrounded Cloud on the beach.

“You there,” said one of the men dressed in armor and holding a gun. “Step away from the girl and you will not be harmed.”

Cloud felt relief for a moment but looked down at the girl. She gripped his hands tightly frightened and unsure what was going on.

What would they want with her? The blonde-haired man thought.

The men pointed their guns at Cloud ready to fire at him. Cloud removed his hands from the girl and placed his hands in the air. He backed away toward his bike, all guns on him. Each gun ready to fire and maul him with bullets if necessary. The girl looked fearful as her savior left her. The man grinned and walked over to the frightened girl. When he touched her, she gave a cry, startling the man in command.

“Leave me alone!” she cried her voice aching in pain. “What do you want with me?”

“Shut up!” the man said slapping her violently. “You’re going back and this time you’ll never be free.”

Cloud’s eyes narrowed. Then with a quick push of a button, a secret compartment in his bike opened and a blade slipped out. Cloud grabbed it and with one quick movement took out all the near by guards. The ones who were not hit were stunned. The girl looked up clutching her cheek when she saw Cloud holding the giant sword, his buster blade! The man in command ordered the other guards to fire but before they could, Cloud jumped into the air, twisting his body so he landed behind them. He then knocked the guns out of their hands with his blade. The guards stared in disbelief as Cloud stood wielding a giant blade that they themselves believed they could not wield. Suddenly, a light began to admit from the blade and the next thing they men knew a jolt of electricity was going through them.

What happened next happened so fast the young girl had barely anytime to comprehend. Cloud and pushed through the guards, knocking them aside. His sword now holstered on his back. He scooped up the girl, forcing her to her feet and dragging her to his bike. He shoved her onto his bike, got on himself, and sped off the beach. The girl, visibly frightened clutched to her savior.

The guards on the beach got up and the man in command swore. He told his men to go after them and shoot if possibly. They fired but soon enough the duo was out of range and to fire would mean to waste ammo.

“That man was not normal!” said one of the guards.

The man in command swore loudly, knowing Professor Hojo would get him for this. However, before he left back to his boat, something caught his eye. A black trench coat laying on the beach, the one the girl was wearing. He picked it up, hoping this could be a clue to the man’s whereabouts.

X, X, X,

Cloud returned to Midgar, the sun already had gone down. The streets would be dangerous so he hurried through them. The girl who he had saved now passed out, clutching his shirt. As Cloud drove through the streets, his mind was racing with questions.

Why, He asked mentally. After all this time, why are they here? I thought I could find peace but no, they are here too. What do they want though? They did not even care about me but this girl. What is so special about her? DAMN IT, whatever they are up to its no good.

Cloud arrived at his apartment complex. He parked his bike in the alley between buildings and carried the young girl up the fire escape. The last thing he needed was to go through the lobby and have someone ask questions about her or call local law enforcement. After climbing seven stories, he got to his floor. The climb was not so bad since the girl in his arms was very light.

He unlocked his apartment door and carried her to his room. He laid her down on his twin-sized bed. He rummaged through his drawers and found a shirt that he placed on her. It was large enough to reach down to her mid thighs, but it would do. He watched the girl sleeping for a moment trying to think of what they wanted with her. The painful looking wounds looked as if she was being abused or something but Cloud would have to find out in the morning. However, the uneasiness would not leave him, which proved to keep him up all night.

X, X, X,

“YOU PATHETIC, INCOMPETANT, FOOLS!” Hojo yelled furiously. “What do you mean she escaped? I sent all of you to retrieve her and all of you come back empty handed. You are all worthless garbage! You should have wished to come back dead.”

Hojo glared insanely at them. The guards backed away from the professor unsure how to calm him down. The commander stepped forward though, gathering up his courage.

“Sir, she was not alone when we found her,” he tried to sound brave. “The girl was with a man.”

“You have guns!” Hojo spat. “Is it that hard to pull a damn trigger and kill someone?”

Hojo pulled out a gun and randomly fired it in the air startling the guards. For a scientist, Hojo looked as if he had a few screw looses in his head. Normally the man was more professional but this seemed to be a touchy subject with him.

“The man was armed with a sword!” The commander continued worried Hojo might shoot him. “He defeated us all and took the girl with him. We could not follow because he had transportation. All we have is this”

Hojo lifted an eyebrow. The man gave him the jacket. The professor felt a lump grow in his throat. Hojo studied it, his eyes flickering. He searched around the areas and then found a small insignia that on first glance would not have been seen but there it was. The insignia for SOLDIER rested on the jacket. Hojo turned away and dismissed the troops. Without hesitating, the guards left the room quickly.

Professor Hojo stared at the insignia for a while, the corners of his mouth twitching up. He was back in his own private laboratory. He returned after he sent the guards to search for the girl, since nothing else was important. He sat down at his desk where a computer sat. He began typing rapidly, his bony fingers punching the keys and bringing up a file labeled: TOP SECRET.

He hit enter and a bar appeared asking for a password. Hojo typed in his own password and the file opened. He scrolled through the files until he came to one in particular labeled: SOLDIER FIRST CLASS.

“Level one security code required,” the computer spoke out.

Hojo typed in and the file opened. Another bar opened for a search task. The professor typed in the box carefully spelling out what he wanted. When he was done, it brought up a record.

Soldier Number 2

Name: Cloud Strife

DOB: Aug 11

Height: 5’7

Blood: AB+

Infused: Jenova Cells, Mako Energy

Status: Deceased

Hojo smirked as he looked at the picture attached to file as well. He let out a small laugh as he leaned back in his chair.

“So Cloud, you thought you could run away.” Hojo mused, “Looks like we’ll just have to eliminate you as well.”

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Author note- Man was that one long chapter. Anyway, just to clear things up things the official birthday of Cloud is August 11 in Japan, in the North American version they listed it as August 19.

In addition, the reason I selected this story is I came up with a story similar to the events that happen/ will happen in this fic (Although the characters are all different and I changed A LOT AROUND).

Also, as the story progresses you will find out more secrets about the characters and other Final Fantasy characters will make appearances. Anyway, that is all for now, please leave a review.