Author's Note: It has been a very long time since I wrote fanfiction. So I apologize if it sucks. Also if any of the information regarding what I have left of the canonical FFVII universe is incorrect, bear with me; I have my own manner of doing stuff.

He drifted in darkness, voices around him muted beyond his ability to understand them. Is this the Lifestream? he thought to himself absently as he floated about, his consciousness drifting around the ether. It was nice in oblivion... It was soothing and calm. Free from pain and the human duties of the quest for understanding everything.

Abruptly his reverie was ruined as he came to; pain shooting through his body as something foul was again injected into one of the many tubes that were inserted into his body. Blue eyes snapped open and immediately started to burn as the solution that kept him in stasis began to eat away at his eyes. He closed them again. He heard loud beeping as the solution was draining, being pumped out and into another tube, no doubt.

It was nothing new, it had happened many times... too many for him to count, really. He'd held out hope at first that someone would save him, but after a while... that hope had faded. Hell was now his reality. A living, never end ing nightmare that he lived every day. As the fluid drained down his body, his blonde hair drooped a little bit, but still retained, miraculously after all this time, it's original spike. He coughed harshly, sputtering as he spat out what little of the solution had landed in his mouth and throat.

His blue eyes opened again as he heard the bastard. He glared out through the swiftly clearing fog that was the stasis solution at the greasy silky voice that was a constant irritation to his victim. "Oh good. You're awake." The blonde inside the stasis chamber growled in reply. "tsk... that is no way to behave." Said the same voice. "Hojo..." he hissed. "What hell do you have in store for me today?"

The speaker, Hojo; Adjusted his glasses and glanced at the one now being held up by little more than a post painfully screwed into his spine. "Now now, Cloud. It's not Hell, it's science." He said calmly. "Then let me out of here!" he said harshly, knowing better than to thrash lest he permanantly injure himself. He contented himself with just simply glaring.

He expected the scientist to ignore him or refuse as usual. However... "fine." came the brisque reply. Cloud blinked. One of the few things he could do that didn't cause him immense pain. He saw the raven haired bastard hit a button at the side of his tank and the glass lowered around him. One of Hojo's assistants started to disconnect the various IV's and tubes that were attached to him, then lowered the pole that kept Cloud suspendedly aloft -quite painfully mind you- till his feet hit the floor.

He screamed in agony as the screws were removed from his spine, causing him to collapse onto the floor in a rather undignified heap. He was not left there long though. The assistants grabbed him and picked him up off the floor. Cloud wanted to fight, but his attempts were feeble at best, having been in this situation for at least two months. They placed him on a metal gurney and secured him to it through straps on each arm and ankle, one across his knees, and a last across his chest.

He closed his eyes. All he wanted to do was sleep... actual sleep... not that forced stasis coma he kept getting drugged into. That was surprisingly not restful in the slightest. All too soon he heard that damn slimeball's voice once more. "hmm It seems you've taken all you can of the Mako treatement." Hojo said, gazing at a chart. He held up a syringe. "Time to introduce something new." Inside the syringe was a solution that seemed to almost sparkle as if infused with small diamonds.

Cloud shook his head. "Don't." he said, knowing the words were futile and would fall on deaf ears. Hojo just laughed and inserted the syringe into the shunt that was in Cloud's forearm; the only one not removed by his assistants. Instantly there was pain shooting through his bloodstream, slowly at first, drifting up his arm and making him moan with pain but then, when it reached his heart, he screamed; his back arching as much as it could off the table as pain coursed through him almost unbearably.

"Take him to room 214 B" said Hojo callously, ignoring the writhing figure of Cloud who continued to scream loudly as the assistants wheeled the metal gurney Cloud was strapped helplessly to into a soundproofed room, locked the wheels, and left him to writhe out his agony in darkness as they shut off the light.

His body in absolute agony, Cloud was convinced he was about to die; he could see nothing but white; even knowing the room was dark. He could feel his skin begin to prickle, as if he were mutating. As the initial pain began to subsided after who knew how many minutes? hours? days? He lie there panting and gasping for breath as the darkness around him came; the white fading.

He was itchy now... all over itchy... like his skin was flaking off or something. And a dull ache had begun to develop near his shoulderblades, and also under them. He had no idea what this meant; but the pain had abated enough to where he could actually fall asleep. So he did, despite the itching that was driving him insane. In the darkness... he wasn't able to see what was happening to his own body... That crafty bastard had made sure of that... He supposed Hojo wanted to be the one to see the transformations first... or perhaps it was part of his torture.

Author's Notes:

Eventually there will be more characters, many more... but this is just to set up the idea of things... i hope you like it and i'll try to be regular about adding to the story (at least once a week)