Hello and welcome, this is actually a small experiment that I had in mind, depending on the reaction I'll see how far it goes, it's a Sephiroth x OC.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Final Fantasy VII.

Warning: the story works with harsh and dark themes not meant for the general public. If you don't enjoy themes related to prostitution and everything related to that world this is not meant for you. Sexual themes are implied.

Now enjoy!

Facades

There are many lies that lay hidden under facades.
There are many lies that lay under the sheets.
There are many lies with the purpose to protect.
There are many lies with the purpose to convince.

I was a lie.
He was a lie.
We were a lie.
Indeed we were a lie.

A beautiful lie…

And here I sat thinking of all the moments we shared, I was your lie.

I woke up startled, something wrong had happened. My heart palpitated, with each contraction all I felt was pain, something was wrong. I heard a helicopter in the background, not too far from me I heard someone knocking on the door a man's voice was heard yelling. "Open the door!"

There was more banging against the door, but I didn't answer them. They had finally gotten to me. "Annie Chapman!" The same voice yelled as they called my name.

Getting up from the bed I made my way towards the window of my bedroom. I looked to the outside world, the clear vision of Midgar hanging down below me. The helicopter circling around the building its light pointed directly at my window. I looked at them, not afraid for what was to come, I knew why they were here and I wasn't about to go down with my head down.

Moving away from the window I preceded towards the bathroom, I quietly took my singlet off and then proceed to take off my hot pants. The door to the bathroom still open as I knew they couldn't penetrate this penthouse that easy. Looking quickly at myself in the mirror I smiled cockily, my height being small at 5'4 (162.5cm), yet my body and features where what had gotten me to this point. Icy blue eyes, framed by a mass of long black hair, a thin nose with a perfect profile view, bow shaped lips and sun kissed skin made me appear like a goddess.

It was then that I shook my head; I was the complete opposite of a goddess. Moving away from the mirror and towards the shower I turned it on, making sure to have the water running at a warm temperature. Getting inside I allowed everything to be forgotten, there weren't helicopters looking out there for me, there wasn't a group of SOLDIERS or probably Turks outside my penthouse door. There probably wasn't someone close to me dead.

I knew this day was about to come, his last call seeming to be more of a sad goodbye. I closed my eyes, thinking of the nightmare I had experienced before waking up. A burned town, I could smell blood, but his image… his bloodied sword it had fully shocked me. It was a lucid dream, but why was I having that dream? I don't know how long I stood there in the shower, I just knew that the worst part was about to happen.

Turning off the shower I placed a towel around my body and moved once more towards the bedroom. I took my time to dress my body and found myself staring at the mirror once more. Placing some quick black eye liner my blue eyes found themselves connected to an image I shared with someone special. He was extremely tall, close to a foot taller than me, we appeared in the image as a couple but in reality we weren't one. Even though I lived in his penthouse, went out with him in public, had sexual intercourse with him and pretty much did stuff people in relationships used to do, we both weren't in one.

The truth was that I was and still am a prostitute; he had found me many years ago working as an escort. He bought me many times and became a regular within my clients, till one fateful day that he decided that he had enough. We both made a pact and I moved in with him, he had given me full benefits; he gave me a penthouse in the upper plate, a monthly income and made sure that everything was paid. What had he asked back? That I would solely remain with him, no more clients, instead only him, and I accepted the deal.

Shaking my head at the bitter sweet memories I stood up and paid attention to the front door. The men had yelled that they would detonate the door if I didn't open it, and of course I didn't. All I simply did was move over to the kitchen and prepare myself a bowl of cereal. Soon enough as I sat down I heard a countdown, the bomb was about to detonate.

The bomb had detonated, the door being nowhere in sight as the smoke clouded my vision. I heard the men yelling, most of them surrounding me in an instant. I closed my eyes and took a deep break; I could clearly feel guns pointed at me. It was all a matter of time before the smoke cleared, soon enough I heard footsteps coming towards me, those footsteps probably belonging to the leader of whatever was after me.

"Miss Annie Chapman," the man stated my name, the voice of the man clear as me moved closer to me. Ignoring him I turned over from the counter and moved to the sink, the sounds of weapons re-aiming as I moved in the kitchen. Once I was there in front of the sink I threw away my breakfast as I found it to be damaged by the smoke. Finishing that task I looked outside a small window that stood near the sink, it was still late at night. So, they were raiding me at night? I shook my head, and allowed a bland and innocent look adorn my face as I turned over, the smoke had fully cleared around me.

"I see you all invited yourselves to my home." I said over to everyone as I locked eyes with the man that had spoken before. "Mr. Tseng." I greeted him as I looked him over. He was fully clean, his dark hair held up in his famous ponytail and with no spark of dust over him. He was a strange man; even in the worst of conditions I would always notice him to be extremely clean. If only I could say the same about me.

"How are you feeling, Miss Chapman?" He asked courteously as he stood in his place, the men still as they still held their guns at me, probably waiting for his order.

"Well I was sleeping marvelously till someone decided to throw a party in my house and not invite me."

"Hmm, good to know," he said quietly as he stared at me, his eyes somehow telling me that I wasn't about to like what was to come. "Capture her." He ordered as he began to walk away from me.

The men yelled around me, I tried my best to defend myself but all I could do was get harmed. I fought and pulled, yet the men kept their hold on me, my yells made no sense. I was being controlled; I kept fighting as the men pulled me away. Some of them taking advantage of the situation by grabbing at my chest and sometimes even by touching my private parts through my clothing. I fought and yelled at the top of my lungs, but saw that no one came to my rescue, I tried my best but even I failed me. How was it that I ended up like this? What lead to this predicament? I thought quietly as I found myself giving up on the fight, my savior not coming to me as I wished.

I closed my eyes and thought about the many things that could have led to this, but somehow I had no idea what was going on. I knew that I was being pulled around, manhandled and even being treated as if I were a bag full of potatoes. I closed my eyes and thought back to who I thought to be my savior. In reality there were no fairytales. Even if my deal with that man had made me move from hunger to banquets, it meant nothing. There was no romance; there was no real love in that relationship, only a physical connection. And that was the difference that it held with fairytales, the fairytales spoke of a true love.

I opened my eyes and stared at the floor, my legs were walking on automatic, yet I was no longer there. I could barely remember the ride to the car, I could barely notice once I had been thrown inside a cell. I had been so stuck in my thought that I stopped noticing the world around me. This was something that I wasn't expecting; it was something new, yet painful. And so I stopped living in the present, I thought back to those many times in which I had him close to me. Those small conversations we had and the many great times I shared with him. But I couldn't stop thinking, that maybe this situation was something related to that deal I had made with him many years ago. Or maybe this was my punishment for selling my body…

How could this happen to me?

I don't remember much after that. I could barely note when days became night in that small cell. I just knew that meals came and go; my body growing thinner as I refused to eat. It was only till one strange day came to me, I found the door to my cell open. I didn't look at the man that entered as I expected to be offered the meal of the day. Yet instead of an offer of food I received a command. "Get up." The man ordered which surprised me, making me look in the direction of the door. Right there my eyes met a bald man with sun glasses, his vest indicating that he was clearly a Turk.

Scoffing at him I looked away from him and once more to the wall. "Why should I?"

"President Shinra requests your presence."

With those words spoken, time somehow flew. I had been taken to clean myself up and prepare for the visit to such a highly considered person. Yet every time I had to walk freely I was cuffed like a prisoner by the man named Tseng. It was only till we arrived to the president's office that he decided to let go of the hold he had on me, but the cuff remained.

"Miss Chapman, it's good to meet you away from the banquets and balls." President Shinra said as he stared me down from his high chair, his crooks and followers right behind him.

"Wish I could say the same." I answered him as I stood there with my head up high, as I wasn't about to allow this monster demolish my morale.

"Hmpt," president Shinra said as he looked at some papers appearing to be uninterested in me, yet quickly his attention was brought back to me as he began to speak once more. "Do you know why you are here?"

"No." I quickly answered as I glared at him, the man being as hateful as they come. It didn't take a genius to know that I was captured because he or someone from his group had issued the order.

"You are here for a charge of treason against the Shinra Electric Power Company."

"What?" I yelled as I found myself shocked at what he was insinuating, I wasn't even a terrorist to begin with! "Seriously, does being a prostitute count as treason?" I found myself speaking without thinking and soon enough I found myself cursing at me, it had been a very stupid act from my part.

"That would be your second charge." He stated smugly as he looked down at me.

"Wait! How does selling my body have to do with treason?" I yelled as I found my predicament a little too much to handle, I trembled softly as I fought against some invisible tears. I wouldn't allow them to see me this vulnerable, with that in mind I hardened my stare, all emotions void from my face.

"Our First Class SOLDIER Sephiroth had gone mad; last week he murdered and destroyed a whole town. Killed some of our soldiers and close to fatally wounded another First Class SOLDIER, Zack Fair. Does it sound familiar to you?" The president spoke as he explained what Sephiroth had done, something that hadn't even reached the news, unless I had been held up for a week.

"And what does that have to do with me?" I asked trying my best to keep a calm complexion; I had dreamed that a week ago, before the men had busted my house. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, thinking that now I knew where this was all going to.

"We inspected Sephiroth's and Zack's cellular connection and found a series of calls interchanged with you during that day. Some of the conversations were recorded and from what we could tell, you were making our SOLDIERS turn against each other. For that sole reason you have been charged with treason, up to a maximum of a lifetime in a cell or capital punishment." Shinra said as he kept looking down at me, as if to demoralize me.

I stood quiet as I furrowed my brows and gritted my teeth; I remember speaking that day to Sephiroth. He was telling me all the things he had learned of his mother, while I tried to understand what he meant by it. Before all that I had received a call from Zack, him being extremely worried for Sephiroth as the man had locked himself away on a basement. I couldn't get many details, but after that last strange call from Sephiroth I called Zack to tell him to see if he could check or even stop Sephiroth, as I felt that something bad was about to happen. Afterwards I couldn't reach him neither of them, by then Sephiroth must have lost all control.

I stayed put, thinking of what was probably to come, he had indicated that for that they were accusing me I would get either a lifetime or capital punishment. But could the punishment be negotiated? I thought as I tried to find possible solutions, yet as not to make my silence too long I spoke what I thought in a slow and low tone. "If I were to be guilty of those charges… could the punishment be negotiated?"

"That-" the president began, but was quickly interrupted by one of the individuals that stood behind him; the man moved forward and stopped before me.

"My, my, you would make such a precious specimen." The man said as he moved close to me and caressed my face. I felt disgusted; he was an aged man, easily over fifty, with dark slimy hair and a lab coat that probably wasn't washed too often. Yet instead of walking over the side he used to be at, he simply stood next to me and pleaded the president to change the punishment to allow experimentation with my being. I looked over at him and thought that maybe being an experiment wasn't as bad as a lifetime or capital punishment, as he clearly spoke of a substantial amount of freedom that I would have. I was wrong for believing it was a good idea, and for that I found myself in a situation that was worse than before.

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A/N:

To: A Nonya Mouse

Thank you for your commentary, I feel sad you found the story boring but you confirmed me something that I knew was off in this chapter still I tried it. I revised the parts that were related to the song and decided to remove it since I wasn't entirely pleased with the outcome. I thank you once more for your time.

4/4/2013