So I had massive writers block for a while and could not think of anything. Then I started reading FFVII fanfiction... Then I got a prompt book. This little fic was born and I am surprisingly proud of it. Just so you all know I have never played FFVII so this is inferred from what little I know and the massive amount of fanfics I have read recently. Enjoy and please review. Not beta'd so I am still editing out little mistakes. Please Review, even if it's just to say you like the story.
Disclaimer: I haven't played the games, what would make you think I owned any of this.
Belittling them was one of my only pleasures. After all I needed them in order to live and they needed me to live so that they could succeed. I knew it was never going to work out the way they wanted it to. I was too fucked up, I had more mako flowing through my veins then blood. At times I almost believed I was more of an experiment than I was a human. But the experiments and tests made me strong, sometimes. So I endured and survived and I talked down to the scientists and doctors that kept my heart beating and my lungs going because there was nothing else I could do. They would sew my lips together and remove my voice box, even dissect me while my heart was still beating in my chest, if it meant their experiment would succeed. They didn't need me specifically. They just needed someone who had no right to fight back. I was someone's property, I was completely expendable. But soon the experiments would make me stronger, strong enough that I would no longer be expendable. Then I could free myself from this world of experiments and become somebody. But for now all I could do was talk down to the scientists and belittle the doctors because they kept me going even when it was no longer humanly possible. Little men and women playing god with me as their sacrifice. It wasn't easy, but that was my life.
I noticed the contrast now more than ever. It has been years since I actually had prolonged contact with a person but when one of the nicer doctors steered me by the arm yesterday after a particularly brutal set of tests I could see the difference. Her wrist was so tiny, her arm almost waif like. And then there was my own arm. Not a crazy muscle bound arm that one might think I would have after all the test I have been through but something that looked sculpted, beyond human, perfection. It was startling to see exactly how much the experiments had changed me. Looking around at the other doctors the irony of the situation hit me. Here I was, humanity turned into godliness and trapped in a cage like a rat. Meanwhile the scum of humanity walked around freely while getting away with what was virtually torture. I could kill everyone in this room in seconds but I would die soon after because I knew not what they had done to me. The experiments had made me perfect on the outside but only they knew how long my organs would work without their constant tweaks. I was still expendable. The contrast of these two styles of living was shocking, but I knew I wasn't the only one. In order to create perfection, and I was perfection, there had to be failures. Maybe, someday when I am free, I could change that. Maybe I could make a difference for another boy out there who only wanted to become more then expendable. Maybe I could find those failures and free them as well.
The little things seemed to matter an awful lot to them. They didn't just ask me about the physical changes but also the mental ones. Emotions meant nothing and I had never developed them because they just didn't care. It sometimes seemed suspicious the amount of times they asked me about hearing voices in my head but it was just another contrast to catalogue. The crazy doctors asking the sane experiment about voices in his head. In fact they asked me that question so often that I would spend what free time I did have sitting and listening, trying to find these voices they were so convinced were there. I am happy, if what I was feeling truly was happiness, to say that I have never heard another voice in my head but my own. Still they asked me that question every day. Sometimes I think they cared more about the voices then they did about the physical part of their experiment. It didn't matter much anymore. I could feel my strength and I knew that soon I would be free from this hellhole they called a laboratory. I could overhear the doctors talking when they thought I was out cold or too far away to hear. The news would have scared anyone else but to me it was a godsend. The president of ShinRa was planning to go to war with Wutai to find some sort of Promised Land and was trying to find a general to lead his armies. Finally, I would no longer be expendable.
The fresh air felt so good on my face. I could not remember ever being outside the laboratory before so this, this was like the heaven I had read about so long ago. Back then during that time when I still thought that someone would come and save me. It didn't matter now. I was free from the labs and there was a war waiting for me. Years of learning how to fight and kill and now I could finally do so. I would put all of their tests to the test, prove I was more than a lab rat they could pick at until they were bored. I know that people, good, human people, people who never did anything wrong, will die. I know that if I come out victorious I will end up back in the labs as they try to create another version of me. However for now I am as close to freedom as I can get. I am Sephiroth, General of the ShinRa armies, and I will never be just another lab rat again. I will not be expendable, I have the same right to live as anyone else, more of a right to live after everything I have been subjected to. This conviction will see me through this war, and into a hopefully brighter future.