Disclaimer: don't own VII…Yadda, Yadda, Yadda.
(Author's Note: It was kind of hard coming up with a title for this one. Writing from Barrett's perspective is hardly ever seen. So novelty comes into play here.)
Child of Rage
What the hell is goin' on?
I thought it was pretty simple when I came up with the idea. We go in, blow up the reactors in Midgar, get out again, until Shinra quits usin' the stuff and killin' the planet. Getting them back for destroyin' my home was a great bonus. After all the things they took from me…my home, my wife, my best friend, they almost got my daughter…they had it comin'.
The next thing I know, I'm chasing a guy everybody thought was dead, and trying to stop him and his headless freak of a mother from destroying the world with a big meteor. Cloud turns out to be a chicken-wuss who never even made it to SOLDIER, and Aeris…it was a damn tragedy what happened to her. I thought Shin-Ra was the big problem…and now I find out beating them is the easy part of this whole thing. How the hell does that work?
Wedge, Biggs, Jessie…Aeris…they all died for this. Gave their lives for the Planet. I guess it works out. For every group of innocent people I hurt with the reactor raids, I had to lose some people I really cared about.
I'm already in deeper than I ever thought. If I'd known what this whole battle was gonna turn into, I wonder if I would have started doing anything. That little spiky-haired guy…turns out the Shinra labs had their way with him for a while. But he's a better leader than I ever was, much as I hate to admit that. Even if he is confused as hell. It's like he really cares bout everyone, even that damn Shinra cat. I guess even the cat came around to the right side after dealing with Cloud.
I'm not really used to doin' this much thinkin'. I'm more of an action guy. You know, shoot first, and screw the questions. I'm not even sure what I'll do when this is all over. Go find Marlene, and try to rebuild Corel, I guess. Maybe Elmyra will want to come. She's a real nice lady. But I don't want to be the one to tell her about Aeris, that's for-damn-sure.
Still, I keep wonderin' if we can pull this off…we're hardly what you'd call an elite fightin' force. A SOLDIER-wanna-be, a barmaid, a talking lion, a cranky ol' pilot, an ex-Turk, who's spent thirty years locked in a coffin, a stuffed toy, a kleptomaniac, and me. Not exactly an intimidating group. Still, we've taken on Turks, Jenova monsters, WEAPONs, and shit-loads of other things. I guess we'll do okay.
All I'm sure of right now is this…whether we like it or not, win or lose, there's no getting off-a this train we're on.
