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COTW Tifa Lockheart Chapter 7CHAPTER 15
A Philosophy of Hate
It had been four weeks since Tifa had met Jamie and his friends, during the times that Barret was home, she would spend her time with them and she was enjoying what she had.
Her new friends all seemed to have had a similar experience to her, Biggs for example had lived in Gongaga, he'd been a third cousin of that SOLDIER at Nibelheim-Zack-and was one of the few survivors of the Gongaga Reactor Explosion, he'd swore revenge on them from that moment and come here.
Jessie had lived her whole life in Junon, that is until the Turks appeared at her front door, demanding her parents life savings for quote 'assisting Terrorist Activity in Junon'. It hadn't taken much for the lead Turk there to take their small pleas for understanding as an unwilling nature, they had been killed as she hid in the wardrobe watching. And Wedge, he was possibly the most sorry of the lot of them, a Slum child but he had been one of the very few here who ha
COTW Tifa Lockheart Chapter 6CHAPTER 14
Life with Barret Wallace was a completely different one than that of life with the Kinnon's, here Barret worked as a monster hunter, killing off the random things that seemed to have gotten into Midgar, while doing this Tifa was left with the baby, Marlene. She still didn't know where she was and most of the things that Barret owned were around fifteen years old.
It definitely wasn't a walk in the park.
After putting Marlene back down after her feeding, Tifa leaned out of the window, looking out into the wide open streets of the Sector and as Tifa had only seen part of Sector Three, she didn't know whether she was still in the area or somewhere completely different.
She missed talking with the Kinnon's, Barret wasn't exactly a talkative person and when he did, he spoke of how the Shinra were bastards. She hated the Shinra, but nowhere near his hatred.
He'd told her all about what had happened, how his home of North Corel had been given a Mako r
COTW Tifa Lockheart Chapter 3CHAPTER 11
The Butterflies Kiss
Sighing, Tifa pulled on her hiking boots and slipped on the black foe leather coat that Jamie had bought her and unlocked the door. She was the last out-her shift at the Butterflies kiss had been made for the early afternoon to midnight, she was grateful of the owner for this. Remembering to lock the front door and slip her key into the key pouch held at her side, she started out of the towerblock, walking slowly down the road.
The weather here was almost always warm-so Jamie said-except around September through January, when it became very cold, being April, Tifa didn't know what to expect in that, but she needed a coat anyway.
Everyone was bustling along the streets, most people were moving from one bus to another, obviously either going to or coming from work. She really didn't like it here, the people were so different and the attitude so different, asking what it was like on the Upper plate got franky dark responses from anyone she
COTW Tifa Lockheart Chapter 2CHAPTER 10
Fire, screaming, terrible-terrible pain, visions of smiling faces, insane laughter, the dead, the burning dead, her home ablaze, her father's throat ripped out, the flash of a blade and a terrible burning pain-.
Tifa's eyes opened and she gasped.
Sephiroth he had killed-her hometown was-wait, she looked up, she didn't know this place how did she get here in fact, how had she gotten out of the Reactor, she couldn't remember anything after hitting the Reactor floor, her chest sliced open?
She lifted her left arm, it was bandaged she touched her chest, it was also tightly bandaged. How the hell had she got here?
Zangan appeared over her.
"Rest child." He said, placing a hand on her forehead, "You are safe, you won't be hurt here rest."
Tifa obediently closed her eyes and fell back into a sleep again.
Tifa looked up and saw the smiling face of the one person she had desperately wanted to see, the p
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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