Ok, brand new idea here. It's pretty dark and serious, unlike most of my
previous work, but I say, What the hell, give it a shot.
Important Notes: The main character is approximately 17 years of age. He, like Cloud, is a clone of Sephiroth. This story takes place approximately 2 years after the events of FF7.
\\ inner thought\\
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This is the story of a mere boy awakening from his slumber. This is no ordinary boy, however, and from the moment he awakens his life becomes an epic struggle against his enemies, both internal and external, and the struggle of good against evil inside this insignificant pawn.
I slowly regained consciousness. Immediately, a wave of pain rushed over my entire body. From my toes to my head to the tips of my wings, I felt as though I was in a watery hell. I tried to breathe, forgetting I was submerged in liquid DNA.
\\"Hell in a glass tube."\\
I struggled to open my eyes, to look those who kept me in my prison. I brushed strands of my platinum hair away from my face, and with foggy vision, laid my eyes on them. "Professor, Number 38 is awake. Shall we sedate him?" I heard a voice say. The voice was so far away, so fugue I could barely distinguish what was said. But I knew, of course, it was the voice of one of the countless scientists who kept me in hell for their research. Then, the voice received an answer, "But we had just injected it with twice the normal amount of sedative. Why does this particular subject give us so much trouble??"
"Perhaps we should simply eradicate the failure." He said. Him, the one who did this all to me. Instantly, seeing his ugly form through the glass tube filled me with uncompromising rage. They would all pay for what they did to me. Filled with an empowering anger, I punched the walls of my prison. Stupid decision. Pain rushed through my arm again. The IV in my skin hurt more and more.
\\"Damn, I forgot, it's strongly reinforced. Did I really think I was strong enough to escape?"\\
"He just tried to break the tube." The first scientist said. Then, he walked towards me. He laughed an insane cackle, looked into my eyes and told me, "Don't worry, failure. Your pain will be over shortly."
\\"Your pain will begin shortly." \\ I silently vowed.
I punched the glass wall again, still to no avail. Agony surged through my new, still brittle bones. Than, I saw the everlasting reminder that I was in hell. The number 38 tattooed on my hand. The rage inside me grew even larger. I simply lost all sense of myself, as I always did. I punched the glass, completely ignoring the extreme pain I felt. It didn't matter, only my anger did. My prison gave way to my rage.
"Sedate him, now!" he yelled, running to the back of the room. The liquid DNA flowed out of my prison. Sedatives flowed through the IVs in my arms, but I ripped them out. I struck the glass prison again, creating a hole large enough for me to climb out of. The two scientists fumbled for their guns. Despite the weakness in my muscles, I was able to move upon them swiftly, and strike them down with my bare fists before they even fired a shot. Then, my eyes turned to him. I slowly advanced towards him, my so- called creator. I felt as if my body could not handle the stress I was putting it under.
"No, don't hurt me! I'm your creator! If you kill me, you'll eventually die!" he begged. I could distinctly hear fear in his voice. And for some reason, my instincts made me enjoy his fear. I tried to speak, but my throat could not provide the noise. I violently grasped his throat. He was far too weak to do anything to stop me.
\\"Die, Hojo. Die."\\
Then, he did.
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Well, what did you think?? Please Review, I need the input, I honestly have very few ideas of what to put next.
R&R!!!!!
Important Notes: The main character is approximately 17 years of age. He, like Cloud, is a clone of Sephiroth. This story takes place approximately 2 years after the events of FF7.
\\ inner thought\\
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This is the story of a mere boy awakening from his slumber. This is no ordinary boy, however, and from the moment he awakens his life becomes an epic struggle against his enemies, both internal and external, and the struggle of good against evil inside this insignificant pawn.
I slowly regained consciousness. Immediately, a wave of pain rushed over my entire body. From my toes to my head to the tips of my wings, I felt as though I was in a watery hell. I tried to breathe, forgetting I was submerged in liquid DNA.
\\"Hell in a glass tube."\\
I struggled to open my eyes, to look those who kept me in my prison. I brushed strands of my platinum hair away from my face, and with foggy vision, laid my eyes on them. "Professor, Number 38 is awake. Shall we sedate him?" I heard a voice say. The voice was so far away, so fugue I could barely distinguish what was said. But I knew, of course, it was the voice of one of the countless scientists who kept me in hell for their research. Then, the voice received an answer, "But we had just injected it with twice the normal amount of sedative. Why does this particular subject give us so much trouble??"
"Perhaps we should simply eradicate the failure." He said. Him, the one who did this all to me. Instantly, seeing his ugly form through the glass tube filled me with uncompromising rage. They would all pay for what they did to me. Filled with an empowering anger, I punched the walls of my prison. Stupid decision. Pain rushed through my arm again. The IV in my skin hurt more and more.
\\"Damn, I forgot, it's strongly reinforced. Did I really think I was strong enough to escape?"\\
"He just tried to break the tube." The first scientist said. Then, he walked towards me. He laughed an insane cackle, looked into my eyes and told me, "Don't worry, failure. Your pain will be over shortly."
\\"Your pain will begin shortly." \\ I silently vowed.
I punched the glass wall again, still to no avail. Agony surged through my new, still brittle bones. Than, I saw the everlasting reminder that I was in hell. The number 38 tattooed on my hand. The rage inside me grew even larger. I simply lost all sense of myself, as I always did. I punched the glass, completely ignoring the extreme pain I felt. It didn't matter, only my anger did. My prison gave way to my rage.
"Sedate him, now!" he yelled, running to the back of the room. The liquid DNA flowed out of my prison. Sedatives flowed through the IVs in my arms, but I ripped them out. I struck the glass prison again, creating a hole large enough for me to climb out of. The two scientists fumbled for their guns. Despite the weakness in my muscles, I was able to move upon them swiftly, and strike them down with my bare fists before they even fired a shot. Then, my eyes turned to him. I slowly advanced towards him, my so- called creator. I felt as if my body could not handle the stress I was putting it under.
"No, don't hurt me! I'm your creator! If you kill me, you'll eventually die!" he begged. I could distinctly hear fear in his voice. And for some reason, my instincts made me enjoy his fear. I tried to speak, but my throat could not provide the noise. I violently grasped his throat. He was far too weak to do anything to stop me.
\\"Die, Hojo. Die."\\
Then, he did.
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Well, what did you think?? Please Review, I need the input, I honestly have very few ideas of what to put next.
R&R!!!!!