Jenova Experiment: Legacy

A man stumbled into the wreckage of the old Shinra building. His body screamed in

agony, and the majority of his clothing was ruined. He was driven to this place by flashes of

memories,and a dark presence that spoke to him in a seductive tone reminiscent of a

snake. It enticed him with promises of knowledge, and an end to the pain he felt. The man

knew nothing about himself, and he did not know what dangers this building held, but it felt

good to be out of the rain, and the residual Mako radiation left in Midgar. He looked around,

and noticed a number of bodies in strange suits, with glowing blue lines, and single- eyed

helmets. He had seen these in many places, most of the time being cleaned up by people who

called themselves the "WRO." He continued shuffling through the building, being driven by his

fragmented memories. He pushed back his long, silver hair, moving it out of his face. He knew

this place was once a grand building, dedicated to scientific research… it was this research that

he needed to learn more about. Something on the fringe of his memories told him this place was

once his home, but it was a cruel, clinical world. He was trained to fight, to lead, and to kill.

He finally found an old lab near the top floor. It seemed like many human experiments occurred

here, yet the man felt this was not the worst of it. There was another place… The man walked to

a computer, and turned it on. He searched through it, and found the head scientist's name was

"Hojo." Based on the files he uncovered, Hojo worked on some secret project in Shinra mansion,

located in Nibelheim… The man would go there next, to see what else he could find. A tremor of pain

slashed through him, and he fell to his knees. "Do not waste time here! The end to your pain is not far!

Continue down into the living quarters. Your room is 106. Go, now." The voice spoke to him in its chilling

way. There was something wholly disturbing about the voice… it was better than the other voice, which

simply roared and snarled for release. He did not understand what these voices were, but he was

determined to find out. He went to where the voice and his memories told him to go.

He found the room, and punched in the access code. He figured the code was another part of himself

he needed to figure out. The door slid open and the man saw a bare room, furnished with only the most

basic furniture. A bed, a writing desk, and a closet. In need of clothes, the man walked to the closet, but

noticed the door was jammed stuck. He rammed a fist through it, and wrenched it open, not feeling the

additional pain. Inside, he noticed a couple pairs of leather boots, pants, and a long coat, along with

leather gloves. There was also a shirt, but he decided not to wear it. He noticed that the clothes looked

like some sort of uniform, since they were all the same thing. When he put them on, he noticed that they

fit perfectly, allowing free, silent movement. "Perhaps," He mused, "I was a soldier at some point… What else

will I learn?" Suddenly, he felt a presence enter the room. He turned quickly; ready to defend himself if he

needed to. There, in the center of the room, was an orb, slightly larger than a golf ball, and blacker than

moonless midnight. The orb looked as though it could suck the light out of the room, and plunge the world

into darkness. Memories began surfacing, flashing, nonsensical. He felt as though this dark orb was somehow

good. He slowly walked over to it, and the closer he got, the less pain he felt. He picked it up. Suddenly, the

orb let off a black light, and slowly began dissolving. It became insubstantial as a shadow, and began floating

in the air in front of him. He was interested, but not afraid. The shadow began moving around him, caressing

him. He felt the silken flow of magic. It jerked away from him, and then shot into his heart. He felt pain, and power.

He learned more about the object, the Black Materia. He knew this was not inherently evil, but contained the power

of death, while the white contained the power of life. The two Materia together had immense power. With this

knowledge, he also learned the former user of the Black Materia. Sephiroth. He liked the name. The man stood up

tall and straight, mentally forcing the pain into submission. He saw Sephiroth, saw what he did, and understood his

madness. He also saw his sword, the Masamune. The man extended his left arm, willing the magic of the Black Materia

to do his bidding. Shadowy tendrils twisted down his arm, coalescing between his spread fingers. The shadowy blob

elongated, thinning and shaping itself. The darkness dispersed, and he saw a new weapon in his hand. It was not the

Masamune; this was a dark- forged blade, imbued with the magic to rip dimensions. This was Shi Kiba. He swung the blade

vertically at the bed. It was sliced perfectly. The man noticed black and blue streaks of energy from the sword. The weapon

had much power. Smiling, the man returned the sword to its sheath inside the Black Materia. He could call it in a split second,

if he needed to. There was still much the man needed to know. He would start by going to Edge; there was something there

he needed to find…. Something there, calling to him. This was different from his other memories and the calls of the voices,

which warned him away for some reason. He felt like there was something nice to be found in Edge, like he belonged there.

He walked over to the window, and noticed the large drop. He took a few steps back, and then dove through, feeling better

than ever now that the pain was gone. He landed on some ruins, landing with an almost floating quality, and jumped the fifteen

feet to the ground. He looked back at the Shinra building, grimacing. This was a place of evil, a place that worshipped

death and abominations over life. He would return to destroy this place, when he learned more about his latent abilities.

With a swish of his new coat, the man began his lonely trek to Edge.

AN: Good day to you all. I havent posted anything in months, and that is primarily due to extreme computer problems. Every time I've tried, It has epically failed on me. Anyway, new story, I'm trying to right some ff7, until I get more time to re start my old story. So, rate, review, I'd love to hear what everyone thinks. Also, how is the formatting? cuz before, it was too long, so I tried breaking it up this way to see what works... anywho, hope to read some reviews soon.

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