My first fanfic on this site. *sniff* I feel so accomplished...
Written: 05-02-2011
Disclaimer: FFVII and characters belong to Square Enix. Not me.
Finally...
Mother...
He softly caressed her face through the thick glass of her unworthy prison. Those ignorant fools...
To think they believed in their superiority, when they were mere worms; insects that he would swat away...
For her...
I am here. I will punish them for what they did...
They will suffer...
He had slaughtered so many people, no, so many of those inferior parasites this night. Yet it was just one village, only one small village...
And still... Proudly he showed her his bloody palms, the fluids covering nearly every inch of his coat and skin. His former silver hair that had shined in the left behind fires he had set on the shelters of these humans, these beings that thought they were above animals, was now dyed in that beautiful crimson color...
And he fully intended to spill more...
I will put them back in their place, Mother...
Let me... Let me offer you their blood...!
He immediately felt the presence of this new nuisance, coming right after he had defeated that dog that had so faithfully come after him... That unworthy little whelp, whose blood was currently staining his birthright, his Masamune...
But it didn't matter... They couldn't do anything... Grinning slightly he lifted his hands higher, so she could see his offer: this precious liquid that kept them alive. Telling her of their future together, he looked into her face; a face that bore the tell-tale signs of torturous "scientific research". That pain, oh, he knew that pain so well...
That was when this intolerable glass prison cracked... and he felt a new pain...
He tore away his eyes from her face and looked down to see a blade embedded into the glass of the tube, the liquid Mako slowly leaking out, mixing with what he knew to be his blood. Almost automatically he pressed his right hand against the grave injury as the Buster Sword was janked out of his body and his knees gave out a little, his left hand adding red streaks on the cold surface of the Mako chamber.
A new thought occurred to him. He added his second hand to the gaping wound in his abdomenand in mere moments both of them were coated in glinting red. Thrusting them up again, he looked back up; blood dribbling down his chin from his smiling mouth.
For Mother, he would do anything...
We will have our revenge, Mother...
Allow me to sacrifice you more blood... my own blood...!
Mother... Am I... a good son...?