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Chapter 13

If Cloud had actually gotten any sleep the night before, he hadn't been aware of it. As far as he could tell he'd tossed and turned all night long. Even so he felt restless and charged with nervous energy as he, Zack, and the two others from alpha company who'd made it this far headed for the parade ground.

It was still an hour before reveille; their captain had come to wake them early, telling them the SOLDIER candidates were to meet out here. Cloud couldn't imagine what they could possibly be doing at oh-dark-hundred, but he wasn't going to argue.

More yawning examinees wandered in behind them, falling into place in the ranks as they waited for whatever was going to happen. 'Hurry up and wait' really was a truism in the military, Cloud reflected as he tried not to fidget.

Thankfully, for once the brass didn't leave them hanging too long. Fifteen minutes after the last candidate arrived, Heidegger himself led a little trail of junior officers up to the front of the square. Everyone snapped to attention, and Cloud bit his lip in anticipation. This was it.

"Gya ha ha! Congratulations on making it this far," the portly man chortled - there was really no other word for it. Cloud stared in a kind of morbid fascination. He'd never gotten any closer to Heidegger than seeing the man's signature on the paperwork admitting him to the army. This was the head of Shinra's military department?

Well, maybe he was some kind of military genius or something. Surely President Shinra wouldn't have put him in charge of such an important department if he wasn't more competent than he seemed to be.

"This year, we're going to be doing something a little different with the exams," Heidegger continued, sounding much like the proverbial cat that ate the chocobo chick. "Dio, the owner of the new Gold Saucer amusement complex, has graciously offered his facilities to us, gya ha ha! We'll be taking the Highwind to the Western Continent, and the testing will begin once we arrive. Move out!"

The ranks stayed orderly as they marched towards the airship field, but once Heidegger and his subordinates were out of hearing range, soft murmurs broke out among the candidates.

"Oh great, just what I needed. I'll still be recovering from being airsick all the way there by the time the tests start," Cloud groaned.

"You and your motion sickness," Zack said, clearly bemused by the whole thing. "At least you won't have anything to throw up; they haven't said anything about breakfast yet. I'm starving!"

"I wonder where General Sephiroth is?" someone said from their left. "I thought he always at least made an appearance before the physicals, to study the candidates?"

"Maybe he's waiting at Gold Saucer," another man suggested, shrugging. "I've heard about that place. Dio isn't the kind of guy to do anything out of the goodness of his heart, or a sense of civic minded charity. They're probably already laying odds on the outcome of the tests."

"You think they've turned it into a spectator sport?" Cloud asked, startled and dismayed. It wasn't - exactly - that he didn't have confidence in his ability to pass, but he didn't want to make a spectacle of himself for the entertainment of a bunch of strangers, either! And the idea that people would be betting on the outcome of something that was so important and personal to him just didn't sit right with him.

"Want to bet the general's absence is a protest?" Zack said quietly to Cloud alone. "He didn't strike me as the type to appreciate a move like this. He's too dignified."

"Would you stop thinking I'm stupid enough to take bets like that?" Cloud demanded, exasperated. Zack just chuckled softly.

The trip wasn't as bad as he'd expected; they had calm winds the whole way there, and Cloud wasn't as sick as he would have been in a truck or on a boat. Once they'd crossed the ocean, he and several others made their way up to the deck to exclaim and marvel over the tiny scenery below, and that took his mind off it entirely.

Still, he was grateful to be back on solid ground once they reached the Gold Saucer. Even though he hadn't felt like this much of a hick since he'd first arrived in Midgar. He couldn't believe the sheer decadence of the place, not to mention the garish over-the-top quality to everything. There was loud, overly cheerful music playing, flashing lights and neon signs in every direction, and the crowds were unbelievable. Even the method of getting from one place to another was through an odd set of connecting tubes that whisked you along as if you were falling down a slide.

The SOLDIER candidates were led to the section called 'Chocobo Square', which seemed to be designed for chocobo racing events. Once they'd gathered in what appeared to be the jockey's room, crowded in so tight they couldn't even hope to stay in formation, Heidegger addressed them again.

"You will be competing in first an endurance run, then an obstacle course," the fat man informed them. "The race track has a virtual system that can simulate any terrain or environment. In each event, only the top two thirds of participants will be allowed to continue." He smiled, an oily smile that didn't endear him at all to Cloud. "After that, we've got a special event for those remaining, but it's a secret for now! Gya ha ha!"

"It's boot camp final exam all over again," Cloud said, wincing at the thought. Except this was going to be much harder, and there would be hundreds of people watching and betting on him, and he was starting to seriously doubt his sanity for even attempting this.

"No problem," Zack replied confidently, flashing him a grin. "We aced that, didn't we? Despite running into Sephiroth himself. What could be harder than charging the Demon of Wutai, huh?"

"True," Cloud admitted, feeling a little better. Granted, they hadn't exactly fared well in their brief foray against the general, but he doubted even a SOLDIER 1st Class would be able to easily take on Sephiroth. The man was really in a class all by himself.

They were given an opportunity to change into clothing more appropriate for the workout, which was provided for them. Cloud grimaced at the sight of the garishly coloured tunics, each a different colour and printed with a big white number on the front and back. "We're going to look like we're trying to imitate the chocobos," he said in disgust.

"Aw, I think they look pretty snazzy," Zack said, showing his off.

"That's because you got something approaching a reasonable shade of blue!" Cloud replied, waving his own puke-green tunic. Zack just laughed again, and took the opportunity to ruffle his hair while Cloud didn't have room to dodge.

As they gathered at the starting line, Cloud felt his nerves threatening to swallow him. Zack had a much lower number than he did, so the older boy wasn't even nearby to help calm him as they waited for the endurance run to start. "I can do this," he told himself under his breath, trying to psych himself up the same way Zack would have. "It's not like I need him around like some kind of good luck charm. I can do this, and when it's over we'll both be SOLDIERs."

He sounded more confident than he felt, but it was something. The warning buzzer sounded, and he fell into his place in line. There were so many participants they needed three rows of starters, but for such a long race it wouldn't matter in the end whether you started in the front or not.

There was a countdown, then a ringing bell, and Cloud's body started moving before he was even consciously aware the race had started. He tried to pace himself, but the crowd of bodies was still too tight for anyone to set their own pace. That was okay; they would probably be strung out with plenty of space by the time they finished the first of the twenty laps.

Cloud stopped trying to keep track of how many laps had gone by after the third or fourth. The landscape was never the same from one time to the next, and the constant changes were distracting. They ran through fields, over beaches, up and down mountain paths, and even through the vast emptiness of space. The level of reality was unbelievable; Cloud would have sworn he could feel the surf tugging at his ankles as he ran through the edges of the crashing waves.

Here, all the training he'd been doing with Zack started to pay off. There were people passing him, but not so many that Cloud worried he would be in the bottom third. As he settled into his stride, his confidence started to grow. He really could do this.

Zack passed him twice over the course of the race, flashing him a breathless grin and a thumbs up each time. Cloud had expected that; Zack had shot up again over the last month, and his legs were longer than Cloud's. Plus he'd always been better at endurance tests. If anything, the fact that he only went by twice did more for Cloud's confidence than everything else combined.

Finally, as he turned a corner and started down another straight stretch, he saw one of the race officials waving him over. Reluctant to break his stride to find out what the man wanted, but worried that ignoring him would bring trouble, Cloud veered over to where he was standing.

"You're done, kid," the man said, and for an awful moment Cloud thought he'd been disqualified for breaking some unknown rule. Then someone pounced him from behind and pounded him on the back, and he recognized Zack's familiar scent.

"Cloud! We did it!" the older boy shouted, pulling back and shaking him by the shoulders, his grin so bright it could have powered Midgar all by itself.

"I... I made it? It's over?" Cloud gasped, exhaustion starting to set in as his body realized he wasn't moving any more.

"With tonnes of time to spare," Zack confirmed, gleeful. He pointed up at a scoreboard that hung over the area where those already finished were waiting, and Cloud saw a list of names that shifted and changed as runners passed each other. A bit less than half of them were static, with little crowns next to their names to indicate the runners had finished. His was now fifth from the bottom of that section, and Zack's was up in the top five.

"I did it!" Cloud exclaimed, and if he hadn't been so tired he'd have been jumping up and down in excitement. "Zack, I did it!"

"You sure did, kid," his friend agreed. "Too bad we don't have a chance to bet on ourselves, we'd have made a bundle on you. Check out your odds."

Scanning over the rest of the information next to the names of the runners, Cloud scowled as he saw how high the odds against him had been set. "Shows what they know," he grumbled. "As if I'd let you leave me behind."

Knowing better than to stand still after that much effort, Cloud joined Zack in pacing slow, small circles. At least they got the chance to cool down and rest while the stragglers trailed in. Watching the looks on their faces as the last third saw the board and realized they hadn't made it was painful. Some of the younger ones even broke down in tears at the disappointment.

By the time the last candidates had crossed the finish line and the losers had been shuffled off to wait out the rest of the test somewhere, Cloud felt like he was starting to get his breath back. That was good, because they were promptly herded right back to the start line again for the obstacle course.

This time they were lined up according to their finishing times from the last race, but it still meant Cloud was near the back and Zack was at the front. In this race it did make a difference where you started, as the course was much shorter. Cloud resolved to do his best to pull ahead and get into a clear space as soon as possible, because he also had no doubts that there would be surreptitious attempts by some of the candidates to interfere with the other participants.

The bell sounded, and they were off. Almost immediately Cloud realized he wasn't as recovered from the last race as he'd thought he was; his legs felt rubbery and didn't want to do what he was asking of them. They really should have done the obstacles first, and the endurance run second.

Well, to be fair, in the field they wouldn't often be facing battle when they were already fresh and rested. It would come after they'd already tired themselves, and this was probably meant to simulate that. Grimly Cloud dug in and forced his body to do what he wanted, pulling ahead of the back ranks one inch at a time.

He lost ground on strength-based obstacles like rope climbing or going hand-over-hand across a chasm on a pole. Thankfully, he gained it right back again and then some on the agility-based obstacles, his small lithe form an asset for a change. He wasn't sure, but he thought he was somewhere near the middle as he rounded the final bend and the finish line came into sight a hundred yards away.

Then he hit the wall of water, and floundered. The area around him had been changed to look like an underwater scene, but he hadn't actually expected to end up swimming! How did they keep the water from spilling out over the rest of the course?

He hadn't had a chance to take a full breath, and his lungs ached with the need for more air. It took him a moment to realize that he was not, in fact, wet at all; what he was moving through was air that had somehow been made to resist his motions just as if it really was water.

Even so it took him a moment to convince his hindbrain that it really was okay to breathe. The air left his lungs in an explosive gasp, and his body instinctively thrashed as he took in the next gulp of air. It was only air, though, and he had no problems breathing it.

Once he'd convinced his body it was okay, he set to swimming in earnest. Swimming wasn't something he'd had any chance to do in Nibelheim, and he hadn't learned how until after he'd left. His motions were awkward and ungainly, but they got him moving forward. At least, he saw as he risked a glance back, most of the others were having the same problem adjusting to the change in environment that he had.

Kicking and stroking for all he was worth, Cloud approached the finish line. This time he noticed the line that delineated the ocean area, a good ten feet from the finish line. He dove towards the ground, and when he burst free of the 'water' he managed to hit his feet and keep running.

It was all he could do not to collapse as soon as he crossed the line, his stride turning to a stagger. "Did I make it?" he gasped out to no one in particular. He had no doubt Zack would already be there waiting for him, just like before.

"You bet you did," the familiar voice answered, and a hand at his shoulder tugged him into a quick, triumphant embrace. Cloud let himself savour the strong feel of Zack's body against his for just a moment, before they pulled away again. "You had me worried, though. You lost a lot of time adjusting to the water."

Glancing up at the board, Cloud shuddered as he saw that only two lines below his name, there were no crowns next to the names of those who had finished. A few more seconds, and he would have been eliminated.

"But you made it, that's the important thing," Zack forged on, clapping him on the back and nearly sending him sprawling. "Oops! Sorry. Anyway, there's only one thing left. Probably a mission scenario just like in boot camp, and we're sure to ace that." The sight of his excited smile was enough to give Cloud just a little energy back.

"I just want to sit down for a while," the exhausted boy said, shaking his head. "And eat something! I can't believe they made us do all this on an empty stomach!"

"I know, it's gotta be late afternoon," Zack grimaced. "Probably more of the usual 'the enemy won't always give you time to eat' propaganda. Well, it won't kill us, and having a full stomach would probably do us more harm than good."

They were allowed back into the jockey's room, and this time there were few enough of them that they could all take a seat at the table. Looking around, Cloud counted eight other people besides him and Zack. How many people had started out taking the written the day before? At least fifty, maybe more. Small wonder some people tried their whole lives to get into SOLDIER without succeeding.

Heidegger entered, and they all did their best to leap to their feet and snap to attention. Even Zack's movements were sluggish, though; they were all exhausted.

"Gya ha ha! Congratulations," Heidegger said, seeming even more self satisfied than before. It occurred to Cloud to wonder if the fat man had been placing any bets on his candidates. "We've got field rations for you, and you'll be given half an hour to rest and recover before the third test. Eat up!"

The rations were barely edible as usual, but they at least stopped the worst of the empty ache in his stomach. Leaning back in his chair, Cloud closed his eyes and tried to centre himself, ignoring the noise of the others around him.

The next thing he knew Zack was shaking him awake. Groggy, he sat up and rubbed his eyes, looking around in confusion. "Wha..?"

"It's time," Zack told him. There was a tension in the older boy's shoulders and a tightness around his mouth that told Cloud he was nervous too, though anyone who didn't know him as well as Cloud would never have seen it. "Let's go. Just this one last thing, and then we've made it."

"Yeah," Cloud nodded, trying to put conviction into his voice. He could do this. They could do this.

This time they were led, not back out to the race track, but off to another area of the Saucer entirely. 'Battle Square', the sign proclaimed, and as they dragged themselves up a long set of steep stairs Cloud wondered just what they were in for.

There was an older man with impressive muscles, wearing shockingly little to Cloud's small-town sensibilities, waiting for them with Heidegger. "Welcome," he said jovially. "I am Dio, the owner of this establishment. You are the lucky participants in the grand opening of the newest section of Gold Saucer; the Battle Square. Each of you will enter separately, with the equipment provided by your officers. You will face up to eight battles, with a chance to stop after each battle. Since this is a test and you are entering with limited equipment, you will not be assigned a random handicap between each round." He smiled, his teeth flashing far too bright to be natural. "Good luck."

"Gya ha ha!" Heidegger laughed. That sound was really starting to grate on Cloud's nerves. "Each fight you win gives you a certain number of points," he said. "The points increase exponentially with each battle. If you defeat all eight battles, you automatically pass. Otherwise, the top five scoring people will be admitted to SOLDIER; the rest of you will be disqualified. Remember, if you lose then you receive zero points and are automatically disqualified. Gya ha ha!"

Trying to take deep, steady breaths, Cloud looked at Zack. "At least they're not making us fight each other," he said, which had been one of his very real fears. He could face Zack in a sparring match easily enough, but he wasn't sure he'd be able to do it when it meant that one of them losing would mean one of them not making it into SOLDIER.

"Yeah, piece of cake," Zack said confidently. "Just keep an eye on your strength, and tap out as soon as you think you might not get through the next battle. Don't worry about how many points you have; I almost guarantee at least five of these guys will push themselves too far and end up with no points. You'll be fine."

Nodding, Cloud surveyed the others, trying to gauge from their expressions who would be too stubborn to give up when they couldn't be certain of winning the next fight. He couldn't help but wonder what they thought of him. A kid who would wimp out after the first round? Or someone too determined who would end up losing?

Judging by the odds that were already flashing up next to their names on a screen, not many people thought he was going to make it. Scowling, Cloud resisted the urge to make a rude gesture at the screen and turned his attention to the arena.

They were each given a standard issue sword, bracer, five potions and an ether, and their choice of one basic mastered materia. Most people chose one of the three elementals, to give them an offensive magic. Zack picked out a Seal, which Cloud thought was probably smart of him. He would be able to Silence any enemies who tried to cast on him. For himself Cloud finally decided on a Time materia. He could caste Haste on himself at the start of the battle, and then Slow on at least a couple of enemies.

"Oh, just one more thing," Dio said as they filed into the rows of benches set up for spectators around the arena. There was already a crowd waiting, but a small area had been set aside for them. Heidegger went off to join another man who, Cloud realized after a startled moment, matched the portrait on the back of a gil piece. President Shinra himself.

"The battle arena opponents are not ordinary people," Dio continued cheerfully. "We have carefully captured and trained dozens of the new monsters appearing around the world." There was an alarmed murmur among the candidates, and Cloud's eyes went wide. Monsters? They were going to be fighting monsters? People could at least be counted on to stop fighting if you lost the battle and collapsed. What would stop losers here from being ravaged by the monsters before anyone could stop them?

"They're really playing it up, aren't they," Zack murmured, glancing around at the cheering crowd. "Still no sign of Sephiroth, or any other SOLDIERs for that matter. This is going to be interesting."

"At least we get a bit of a chance to see what we're up against," Cloud said, pointing at the scoreboard. They were apparently being alternated; first the lowest score from the last race would go, then Zack as the top score, then Cloud as the second lowest, and so on. "Not much time, but some."

"I guess they want to make sure there are enough interesting fights sprinkled in to keep the crowd's interest," Zack nodded. "Well, we won't have to wait long, anyway!"

The first contestant was summoned out of the stands, and walked down to the area floor with his hand clenched around his sword. It was one of the civilians, and he looked scared half out of his mind. Feeling a little more sympathetic to him, Cloud figured he'd probably never been in a real fight before in his life. He almost certainly wouldn't have faced any of these monsters before. Maybe the whole mess in Mideel would turn out to have been a blessing in disguise.

The first battle was, in fact, three of the same bats they'd faced there. The civilian clearly panicked as the first one swooped down on them, swinging his sword with more fear than finesse. After a gruelling minute or so he managed to kill the last of the bats, but when the referee asked if he wanted to continue to the second fight, he shook his head frantically.

"I wonder if civilians ever make it?" Cloud wondered aloud, watching as the shaken man staggered out of the arena. He wasn't disqualified, but having gotten through only one fight he was almost guaranteed to fail.

"Probably, or they wouldn't let them keep taking the exams," Zack said, shrugging as he stood. "Wish me luck!"

"You don't need it," Cloud asserted, and got a flash of a grin in return.

"That's the spirit! Neither do you." Zack ruffled his hair, which this once Cloud allowed without trying to get out of it, and then the older boy was bounding gracefully down the steps to the arena.

It felt like his heart was pounding in his throat as he watched Zack walk to the centre of the square and wait, his sword held ready and a casual expression on his face. Cloud wasn't close enough to get a good look at his friend's eyes, but he was certain they would be blazing with a determination that would put the lie to his expression.

This time the first monster looked like nothing so much as a walking house, and it very nearly ended the battle with its first attack as the dark-haired boy stood staring at it with a dumbfounded look. Once Zack managed to wrap his mind around the fact that yes, a house was attacking him, he was able to cut it down with only a few attacks.

Next up were the bats, and Cloud had to grin as Zack took care of them without so much as blinking, dodging their attacks with the ease of practice. He went on to the third round still without a mark on him.

After that, things got tougher. There were dragons and wolves, plants and insects, even things Cloud couldn't even begin to figure out what they were supposed to be. Zack started using the Seal judiciously, putting the toughest opponent in a group to sleep while he took care of the rest. Even so he was taking damage, and Cloud mentally ticked off each of the potions as he saw his friend drink it.

Going into the seventh battle, Zack had only one potion left and he'd used up his ether. He was clearly tiring, his reactions slowed considerably and the sword drooping in the air like it was too heavy for him to hold up. He'd been poisoned at some point, and the extra drain on his energy was started to show.

The seventh fight was against one of the red dragons they'd seen in the lab and in Mideel, and Cloud winced as he remembered the way the trooper's sword had glanced right off the monster's tough scales. Zack could have shot it in the eye or the mouth easily enough, but with a sword he was almost helpless against it. And it could fry him in a heartbeat, before anybody would be able to stop it.

Panting, Zack threw out his off hand and used the last of his magical energy to cast Sleep once more. Cloud wasn't sure what that was going to accomplish, since the first physical attack would wake the creature, but maybe Zack was planning to position himself so he could stab it in the eye or something.

Unfortunately the spell failed, and Cloud's hands clenched so hard on the edge of his seat he was afraid the wood might splinter. Holding his breath, he watched as Zack regrouped and evaluated his chances... and charged with a fierce yell.

The dragon roared, but thank Odin did not breathe flame at the attacking boy. It swiped at him instead, its claws catching Zack squarely in the side and raking deep furrows in his torso. Staggering, the boy swung his sword in a desperate move, and Cloud squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn't bear to watch the weapon skitter off the scales, and the dragon tear Zack to pieces.

Instead there was another roar, a pained one this time, and a spontaneous cheer from the audience. Daring to look, Cloud peeked through his fingers and saw Zack standing triumphant over the thrashing and dying dragon, his sword dripping with thick, dark blood. Shaking, Zack fumbled with his last potion and nearly dropped it, but finally managed to swallow it.

He set his sword tip against the cobbled floor of the arena and leaned against it as the referee approached him once more. "One more fight to go," the man said. "Are you in?"

Glancing up at the scoreboard for a long moment, Zack seemed to consider it. One more win would guarantee him entry to SOLDIER... but a loss would disqualify him. Slowly, he shook his head. "No," he rasped, coughing and spitting a bit of blood. "I'm out. Knowing when to make a strategic retreat is important too, right?" He grinned, and the audience cheered, while Cloud's heartbeat slowly returned to something approaching normal. Zack had made it, for sure.

Then his heart sped right back up again as he realized that meant it was his turn. Trying hard not to let his nerves show, he made his way down to the arena.

"You can do it," Zack cheered him on hoarsely as they passed in the aisle. "I'll be cheering you louder than anyone else."

Giving him a smile that he hoped didn't look as sickly as it felt, Cloud nodded once. Then he was past, and the only thing in front of him was the empty arena.

Bracing himself, he stepped out into the centre and drew his sword. Although he was part of the rifle corps, anyone who intended to try for SOLDIER practiced obsessively with the sword. The feel of the hilt in his hand was comforting and familiar, and he felt himself calming just a little bit. Zack had done his part; now it was up to Cloud to follow suit.

The first opponent was a pair of slug-like creatures. One of them spun a cocoon of silk around Cloud before he could even try to use his Haste spell, and the entangling threads made it hard to move quickly. Deciding there was no point in Hasting himself if he was just going to be slowed down by this crap anyway, Cloud attacked instead. The slugs were surprisingly easy to kill, and the relatively easy victory did a lot to boost his morale.

He nodded to show that he was willing to continue, struggling to get free of the sticky threads. Two of the wolves prowled out of the tunnel that led to the cages just as he shook the last of it off, and he quickly cast the Haste. The spell seemed to slow down everything around him rather than speeding him up; Cloud had used it a few times in the past and he always loved the feel of it. His accelerated reflexes allowed him to deal with the wolves without taking more than one minor bite to the shoulder and another to his forearm.

Nodding again, he grabbed for one of his potions and drank it quickly to take the worst of the sting out of his wounds. The next group of creatures to come forward consisted of two flying creatures that looked like birds with no feathers, and an odd little round porcupine-like animal.

Deciding to get the easiest thing out of the way first, Cloud attacked the porcupine. He had to duck and dodge diving attacks from the birds as he slashed at the ground-bound monster, but it didn't take much to finish it off. To his surprise, though, when he finally ran it through, it didn't just collapse like the other monsters had. It actually vanished, fading away and leaving his blade untouched.

Something dropped down over him, and it wasn't the birds. Cloud suddenly felt a wave of despair crash through him, and it was a struggle to move through the intense feeling of impending doom. It had to be some sort of spell, he realized as he slashed at the wing of one of the birds. He took a moment to drink another potion, hoping that would help, but the sense of approaching disaster increased with every moment that went by.

He attacked the birds again, trying to concentrate on them rather than the choking despair. He hacked the wing off one of them and ran it through when it fell, and it stayed properly dead like it was supposed to. His breath coming short in his chest, he turned on the last one.

Duck, parry, dodge, slash, parry again, stab. The bird was fast, but Cloud had the power of desperation behind him. He had to win this fight. If the spell didn't end after the bird was dead and he still felt this bad, he could opt out of the next fight and keep the points he already had, but if he lost here then he was finished.

A lucky thrust stabbed into the bird, and it squawked and flapped helplessly, spitted on Cloud's sword. He had just a split second to enjoy the feeling of triumph, before 'impending' suddenly became 'immediate', and the whole world turned to black.

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