B stood up and followed Eliane and shouted "Hey Eliane, wait!"
B walked up to Eliane and said
"We need some kind of plan, this will be dangerous. I'll be our team defence, i'll heal and protect everyone."
B waited for a responce.
:/Flashback\:
B sat there. She looked around the church. B...
B nodded as she made her way to the landed gummy ship, her first proper fight. She couldn't muck this up. Not when she was so close to joining the squad.
B stepped onboard the ship and looked through her box of materia. She put on her vision goggles and observed the materia, should could here...
Greg followed Ivka down the hallway. Greg reached into his pocket for his materia...
Gone.. Where was it?
"Shit.. My materias not here" Greg sighed and pulled out his torch.
It flickered and Greg observed the hallway. Blood on the floor. Greg was maddened by the sight and then his torch...
" Greg! "
Greg slammed the door open. This wasn't the same cottage. It was empty. Greg ran to Ivka.
" PORTIA? VIOLET? " Greg shouted worried, this wasn't right it was a trap.
Greg looked at ivka and did a hand gesture meaning wait here.
Greg walked to the dining room. It was empty except...
Greg awoke from what had seemed a strange dream. He tried to remember everything he saw.
Yes. It looked like him, Sephiroth..
Greg looked around him. Then he remembered he was close to the Orphanage. Then Greg was worried he couldn't see the little girl.
"Hey, where are you?" Greg shouted in...
" Reo , Sir what should we do? The stadium is going to be destroyed! " B said shocked by what she saw on the screen.
B waited for a responce as she stared at the screen as more heartless began to pour out of the floor.
"Sir, this isn't right why would heartless attack the stadium?!" B now was...
It was cold and the night air was an extra to this. Greg jumped onto the rood of a nearby house. He looked at the streets. Dead.
Greg walked slowly as he approached the villiage. And then it struck. His head throbbed and he felt as if he'd been shot . He fell of the house and onto the ground...
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