Shedding Tears

Chapter One

Trickles of blood precede to a corner of the dark room. Sniffling of a small child in that corner. Blood pooled around him, drying to his white outfit. Fingers coated in the scarlet liquid, swollen teary eyes mixing with his wounds of abuse.

"Why...?" he sniffled out finally gazing at a deep cut.

Remembering back just a few minutes to when he just walked into the office where his "father" worked. Though who could really call him a father when he never spent any time with you? It was a lonely office, besides the mahogany desk and the tall slender black leather chair. Windows stretched as far as the room did on the walls closest to the desk. City lights and the smell of fresh Mako spread through the air.

"I did not give you permission to enter, Rufus." a voice protruded from the chair turned to the windows.

The chair swivelled around showing an overweight man that looked in his late forties early fifties. A cigar hung from his mouth and smoke wrapped around him. His burgundy suit and shoes show that someone took the time to clean and press them to perfection; his blonde facial hair showing signs of its age.

Rufus walked up to the mahogany desk and poked his head over the top; his bright glowing blue eyes reflected innocence, yet hatred toward the ugly man that stood in front of him. This very man that people called his father. He shoved a few pieces of sun colored hair away from his pale face, "why did you kill my mother? She did nothing to you! You killed her for no reason!"

The man raised an eyebrow at the boy and removed the cigar from his mouth to speak, "dear boy, do you still call that slut your mother? She was nothing more than someone in my way to ultimate power over the people. She didn't care the least bit about you. No one really does. You serve no real purpose in the world, unless it is to take my place as President of the Shinra Corporation, but by then you will be older and fully trained to be just like me," he slowly pronounced the last three words to Rufus, "now get out of my site you little runt...before I beat you."

"She loved me! You are the one she hated! You've changed! You just expect to kill people and get away with it by blaming it on others! It won't happen this time! I'll tell the public your evil secrets! You'll see!"

The man stood up quickly making it around the desk and grabbing Rufus' arm quickly, "you disobedient little brat! Do you think that the public will believe you over me? I highly doubt that you stupid boy!" he smacked him upside the head with a heavy fist, "you disobeyed me for the last time today and you need to be punished!"

He picked up Rufus by the neck and smacked him hard across the face, then threw him onto the floor without a care. Rufus backed up and tried to get away from him, however, luck wasn't on his side and he was kicked into the wall. The man picked him up by the hair and hit him harder across the face.

"I will teach you to be a better man," he dropped him, "with no emotion for the people to prey on and you will be the perfect leader," he threw him into a large vase that shattered on impact, "do you hear me boy?"

Rufus pulled his bloody body out of the vase, "you fat son of a bitch! I will hate you forever do YOU hear ME!?" he shouted.

"You stupid brat!" President Shinra punched him in the face and sent Rufus head first back onto broken glass.

Rufus laid there breathing heavy and tried to stand up. A guard then rushed in, "Sir! Is anything wrong?"

Shinra looked at Rufus trying to get to his feet, "No...he just had an accident. I'll take care of it."

Shinra picked him up and carried him to his room and threw him in there and shut the door.

Rufus coughed a little, "I'll get him back..."

He leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes to rest. Why couldn't he have a normal family, like of those in the slums? Did he really deserve to be beaten like this? Maybe, it should have been him that was pushed out the seventieth floor window, instead of his mother. Rufus sat there breathing lightly for a few minutes. He was disturbed by the incoming light of the opened door. Did he dare to look? That familiar clicking of the shoes, that very same pattern. The clicking stops..a shadow blocks the light.

"Stand up boy..." he feels a hand pull him up by the collar.

A green light surrounds him curing him of the bleeding cuts, and leaving light scars, "now clean yourself up."

Without a glance, Rufus gets up and goes over to the large wooden door, opens it and grabs another suit. A hand then squeezes his shoulder.

"You tell a single soul what happened and the punishment will be much worse next time." and with that he walked out.

You'll beat me anyway.

A light tap echoed in the room.

"You may enter..." Rufus replied meekly.

A man with long black hair stuck his head in before entering fully. He wore a formal black outfit and his eyes shined a beautiful brown.

"Are you okay, sir?" he asked looking over Rufus' tattered clothing.

Rufus ran over by him and wrapped his arms around his waist, "Oh Tseng you're here! I thought you said you had business?"

Tseng patted Rufus' head then smiled, "I came back as soon as I could to see you, sport!"

"If you would have been a little sooner you could of saved me the pain."

"Did he beat you again?" Tseng looked over the scars and bruises.

"He said that he would until I become like him. Personally. I don't think I can gain three hundred pounds and I'd look pretty funny with facial hair at this age!" his meek smile was erased, "He called mom a slut..."

Tseng began using his magic to seal up and heal all of the cuts and bruises, "Your mother was far from a slut, she brought smiles to everyone's face and seemed very capable of becoming president."

"I know but that's the way he's showing her to the public. Why can't you adopt me? Please. please, please?"

"I'd put your life in danger though. Being a Turk they could easily look into my weaknesses and kill me off, but I'm more worried on what they would do to you, besides, you'll be a great president, there is no way a kid like you will turn into him! You'll be the skinniest president ever though. I mean your all bone and skin!" Tseng poked Rufus' belly.

Rufus stuck out the bottom lip and glared at him, "Hey I eat!"

Tseng laughed, "Boy I'll say you're the first person I've seen drink five bottles of pop and demolish three boxes of donuts without throwing up! But I guess that was because you didn't have sweets in a while!"

"You had other business to discuss with me?" Rufus pushed the subject aside.

Tseng cleared his throat and got a serious look again, "Yes, the other Turks you wanted are here. But ones not talking much at all and all I can get out of the other is cussing..."

"Nice selection process...tell me should I be more careful around the silent one? You know..quiet people are almost always more leathal."

"No actually I think you should just watch what you say to him. I think the loud one is the one you have to watch out for. He's a bomb waiting to explode."