Disclaimer: As much as I wish I could, I do not own Final Fantasy 7, but I DO own original ideas in this fic:)
Alright reposted and edited quite a bit. The storyline has changed a little now, I don't have a complete plan outlined yet, but I've got a general idea of how this story's gonna flow. My goal is to improve my writing, so thanks for the pain of reading bad engrish!
Pit
of
Existence
...
Running, walking, treading,
This path, never ever ending,
If only I knew, if only I knew.
My one chance I've blew.
Through
the coldest mountains, the densest forests, through countless cities,
I've been run. Running my whole life, never stopped, no. Not once.
There is no escaping. The minute I stop, it will be the end. Yet even
as I try, I will never flee her. She is in the wind, in the sky, in
the very air I breath. She lurches in my mind, unrelenting. Her
hideous physique, her luring voice plagues me when I am awake and
when I close my eyes. My mother, she calls herself. If mothers
existed such as she, I'd choose to bite my tongue the day I sprung
from her revolting womb and end my life right there. Some also call
her Jenova, I have never addressed her in any other way. I have never
felt the feeling in my heart that is supposedly accompanied with the
word mother. Sometimes I wonder if she really is my mother. But it
doesn't matter, not right now.
It's almost been five years. I try not to count the days; it makes my existence seem so unbearably pointless. How long will I have to run? Why am I doing this? When can I rest? These questions are the ones I usually ask myself, and I don't know the answers to any of them. Sometimes I experience short moments of extreme fatigue, but as soon as I feel her catching up, I force the last seep of strength out and start moving again. And it's always been that way; ever since I've started running. I'm always on the verge of dropping, but I've been at it for years. I think there's something that pushes me on and on. Something that drives me to my point and keeps me there constantly tired, constantly moving.
My legs are as heavy as metal, and stiff as hell. Yet it's this pain that keeps me awake and sharp. The pain my body has endured would have killed any mortal long ago, but this mortal pain has kept me from drifting, keeping me afloat in the present. It was this pain that grew so intense once, dropping me to my knees, that forced me to catch something pink in the thick underbrush. I gaped at something I have never let myself behold in such openess. A woman. Surrounded by a pool of fresh crimson. I crept towards her, gently brushing tendrils of hair away from her face. So beautiful. I don't know what compelled me to do this, but I picked her up and brought her to the nearest village.
Emerald green eyes,
Still so very innocent,
As time continues to fly,
Brown-red hair,
For you I will dare...
And that, my dear fellow readers is all for now! Please, if any comments, constructive criticisms, questions, or suggestions, please leave a review. Thank you for reading!