Angelic Wings and a Demon Heart
Sno Italever
Prologue
There was something about the whispering wind tonight. He stood there, wind blowing his blonde hair lightly, standing at the top of the Shinra building. His building….his Empire…his ruined empire. Something about the word ruined made him smile. Maybe it was because destruction usually is in the same sentence as it. He laughed, brushing off his white suit.
It was night, mid-night to be exact, and not a soul (living at least) was within his eyesight. He leaned his back against a failing wall, looking out across the once prosperous Midgar.
"Like it ever was truly prosperous…" Rufus muttered. The wind picked up, as though the dead of Midgar were disagreeing. He looked around, eyes falling on the remains of Sector Seven. If he was going to end it all, he might as well get it off his chest.
"Look!" he yelled to the restless of the fallen slums, "It wasn't my idea! I was trying to help you! It was all Hojo and the others! I was….I was the one who warned you all!" The wind blew harder, and Rufus leaned back into the wall to stabilize himself. He was going to commit suicide, but the wind wasn't going to be the assistant. He laughed.
"FINE! Don't believe me!" He turned his back to the winds, leaning his head against the wall. He couldn't help but smile, a type of denial of what he was really doing up here. The world believed that he, human and all, was just a monster. A monster, eh? Is that what you all think? Did Cloud tell you that idea? He didn't care. He turned back around and looked over the edge.
"74 stories to the ground; that should be a quick death. Heck, they might not even be able to recognize me at the bottom. I could see it now. 'Unknown being jumps from top of old Shinra building. Turned to pile of gore at the bottom, more news at six!'" He laughed harder as he stepped to the edge. He had told father, the former president, that he would both outlive him and die laughing. He would accomplish both.
"Off the Edge of Despair, into a painless, happy afterlife," he laughed, looking past the ruins of the city, at Cloud's new bar. He turned only lightly, yelling at the top of his lungs as he jumped from the ledge.
"I guess you're right, Cloud. I am a monster!" He closed his eyes, and felt gravity kick in and hit the ground. There was pain, but then it faded. He opened his eyes, feeling the ground with his hand. I'm not dead… He tried to sit up, but the pain intensified. He moved his hand across his body, and flexed his limbs. Nothing was broken. I didn't die… He pulled himself to a sitting position, leaning his back against a piece of rubble. There was shouting in the distance. Sounded like the Turks had caught wind of his suicide. Suicide attempt.
"I…I didn't die…I'm not dead. How?" He looked up, finding the ledge that he had jumped from. "It was 74 stories!" He hugged himself, just now realizing that he was shaking. It was purely shock; he wasn't scared at all. He brought his knees to his chin, hiding his head.
"I guess Cloud was…really right…."
I didn't die…I am a monster.
Oki, so I am re-doing most of this story. Hopefully I will have it all redone by the end of this month. Any suggestions/criticisms are welcome
