kit-kat-09

Darkness surrounds me as I lie knocked out.  The last thing I remember is Vincent’s voice, calling, asking for me to answer him.  My body comes into feeling and I slowly gain strength to get up.  I feel too tired to get up, but then I hear faint singing, much like the music I heard in the forest before.  But the song is different, it is still as a choir, but the music is more soothing than the first time I heard this chorus.  Before I even get the energy to get up, the music stops.  I hear voices, but I can’t respond to them.  Sadly, as soon as the voices stop, my strength also disappears.  I have to…get up, I think to myself.

After about 30 minutes, I come to the edge of a cliff in a desert-like land outside of Midgar.  Landing on dirt ground, I see that on this cliff, there is a large sword in the ground, like a landmark.  It reminds me of Cloud’s big-ass sword that he threatened me with when we first met.  Quietly, I sit on my board and stare at the starry sky over Midgar.   “What am I gonna do?” I whisper to myself as I lie back on my board.   Behind me, I hear footsteps.  Looking upward with my eyes, I see Cloud gazing down at me.  “What are you doing up here?” he asks me.   I sit up again and heavily sigh, “Well…I’

“Who are you?” he asks from inside the glass. I can’t find anything to say, I quickly turn my head and panic. “Ohmigosh, ohmigosh, ohmigosh.” Apparently, the RR5 only duplicates DNA. “What’s wrong?” he asks, unaware of his position. “You don’t have anything on.” Hurriedly, I glance around, looking for something to cover him.  In the other room, I grab a spare lab coat and bring it to him.  I open the glass container that he’s in.  “Here, take it!” I practically yell at him while avoiding to even look in his direction as I shove the clothing into his arms.   I hear

I wake up to a wet tongue licking my face.  Jumping up from the surprise, I see Balto now on the floor, looking as confused as ever.  My mouth stretches into a smile.  “Morning, baby,” I coo lazily.  WHAM!  And well…I kinda fall to the floor as well.   I hear footsteps dash to the room.  Someone comes up to me, but I can’t tell who it is since my face is buried in the wooden floor.  “Rosalina, are you okay?” It’s Zack’s voice.   Slowly, I pull my head up and give him a goofy overbite smile.  In a stupid voice, I reply, “I think I’m doing mighty fine, thank you!” For a moment, he sta