I'm back with another tiny ficlet out of the Turks-Verse. My muses demanded that it needed to be written.
Warning: This one is quite a bit darker than my usual stories and somewhat disturbing.
Disclaimer: I still own nothing except for a copy of the game and my ideas.
A Clone's Madness
This couldn't be true! Shouldn't be! …It was a secret that had been kept for too long. THEY had hid it too long. It must be revealed. …No.
However… Before he would reveal this information to the world, he would make them all see… and understand.
They should – MUST – suffer first! They couldn't be allowed to get away with what they'd done and not pay for their crimes. He would make them feel the pain! To go through what he had gone through…
An inhuman scream tore from his throat.
The tall man's thoughts were racing, tripping over each other in their haste, his mind no longer even remotely clear. He was blinded by a rage that had come up so suddenly and strong – overwhelming, blinding and unnatural – forced onto him without his knowledge by a being that… couldn't be understood by these puny life forms.
They needed to be destroyed. Now! They should suffer for they had done to him… her. Sealed to sleep for eternity… How DARE they do this to her? Sleep!! How could they – these underdeveloped, powerless, unimportant, puny, disobedient and disgusting …things… - do this to her?!! …They needed to be punished. To see who their master and god was - feel her absolute power, her wrath. To feel this wonderful fear and terror – it would strengthen her… them.
Had anyone seen the tall male with the long silver tresses… they would instantly back up, terrified. His features were a grimace – of hate, rage and madness… his eyes… displaying the urge to kill and destroy so clearly. But there was no one here in the underground library/laboratory with him. No one to stop him – no one to stop the alien female (?) being overtaking his mind.
He was not sane. His was not even a human mind anymore… he'd been reduced to a mere puppet.
But… the truth was… this man, who was going to go on a rampage in the name of a being older than most people could imagine, was merely… a clone. Nothing but an imperfect copy of someone else – less than a shadow. Yet this was information the clone didn't have at this point in time. And he would never find out.
Mind you - Turks-Verse means (among other small changes), as the title implies, that the Sephiroth we met in the game is a clone of the real one. He doesn't know it though...