Vincent Valentine x OC | Final Fantasy VII
[Based on the events of FFVII: Advent Children]
Vincent Valentine is a man struggling to move on from his past. Haunted by memories he refuses to let go of, his history of unatoned sins is like a cage of th...
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Chapter VIII | The Silver Dragon
THE CITY OF EDGE WAS ON FIRE.
Alya could smell blood and ash and burning in the air.
"What-" Alya started, lifting her eyes to the sky. Smoke billowed out in swathes of silver and white, and hanging in the midst of it all, flaming bronze and silver-
a dragon.
Vincent's eyes clouded when he saw the monster in the sky, his hands reaching automatically for his guns.
"What's happening?" Alya said as he turned to her, his face once again cloaked in shadow, hidden and defensive.
"Find somewhere to hide," he said promptly.
"But... what about you? What are you going to do?"
"I have to protect the city," was all he said, before running off, black and silver and red. She watched him go, disappearing into the shadows, and clenched her teeth.
Hide? She couldn't hide. Not while her city was burning. Not while people needed help.
Instead, she ran towards the flames.
People screamed around her.
She could taste blood and fire and fear in the air. Ash floated down like blackened petals, hot and stinging on her skin. She ran towards Monument Square, breathing hard between her teeth, keeping an eye on the sky and the flames so she could avoid the ash fall.
Everywhere was chaos. People ran as creatures materialised from nothing but shadow and dove for them, clawing and tearing. The Monument, another sickening tribute to ShinRa, was now crumbling to pieces beneath the weight of the dragon, raining dust and rock and steel.
The children who had been taken by the remnants were here, like Vincent had said. They formed a defensive ring around the structure, swaying on their feet, their faces slack and expressionless.
Alya stumbled as one of the shadow creatures appeared in front of her, rearing back its grotesque head, and she ducked quickly around it, never slowing as she headed straight towards the children, driven by nothing but fear and adrenaline.
She reached a small girl in a torn jumper first, taking her by the shoulders. "Hey, it's not safe here," she said, shaking her urgently. "Come on, we need to go." The girl barely blinked, staring blankly past Alya's head. She reached for the boy next to her instead, tugging on his arm. He didn't stir either. "Come on, please wake up. It's not safe."
"Hey, lady, get outta there!" A voice shouted behind her, and she threw a hasty glance over her shoulder to see who it belonged to. A young man with a long red ponytail was struggling to carry two children beneath his arms, the typical ShinRa-assigned logo on his blazer. She scowled at him.
