Summary: Twelve years after Advent Children.Marlene has grown up strong because she grew up with Avalanche. When a new threat with a familiar feel arrives and targets the eighteen year old, however, she's not quite sure she's strong enough. That's why Aerith has sent help in the form of a former acquaintance. Can the two get along long enough to destroy the new threat?
A/N: I don't know if you'd call it AU or not, but here it is. I haven't done one in a while, and I plan on finishing this one… I really hope I have the time. I'm working on two. Kadaj is the main character in both. In this one he's kind of paired with Marlene. In the other one it's an OC. There! Enough babbling! Anyways, I didn't get to finish my Return of Scarlet fic, so she's the villain in this one. A sort of spoiler there, but not too much. She's the one I liked the least, so I'm going to pick on her again. Anyway, here goes with the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: I don't own FFVII or any of its compilations. I don't own any of the characters except Dina, and maybe the extras. Thanks for checking this out.
Scarlet Rage; A FFVII Fic
'This world will never be
What I expected
And if I don't belong
Who would've guessed it…'
-Three Days Grace-
Prologue
As she scanned the picture with her light blue (almost white) eyes, the rage in her burned so hot, it made her head ache. The little princess had grown up to be quite pretty… she looked almost exactly like that bitch who had slapped her cheek red on top of Sister Ray. 'Of course,' she thought, spitefully, 'Why not? She did grow up around her… worshiped her, no doubt. Why shouldn't she look exactly like her?'
Every time she thought of Avalanche it made her sick. The very people who had put her in the state she was in. Cloud Strife… Cloud Strife… she hated him so. The man who had dealt the finishing blow to her precious weapon, the Perfect Clod. That's when it happened.
Scarlet would have rather died. That fate would've been better than the one she had been forced to survive. When the weapon blew, so did a lot of other things. That fat moron was allowed to die, but not her. She was doused in Mako, and a lot of other chemicals. It soaked into her every pore… all of the cuts on her wounded body. It mingled with her blood, turning her into something that was no where near human. She wasn't allowed to age. Her skin was a putrid color… not resembling flesh at all. The cuts she had received from the blast never healed. They stayed red and raw looking.
She was forced to hide all of the time. If someone saw her, they were afraid. 'Zombie,' they would shout. Of course after that she had to teach them some manners. If they died in the process… oh well. It was their problem.
She crumpled the picture up in her fist, and hit the wall. 'Twelve years,' she thought, closing her eyes, 'Twelve years I've waited. They haven't been in battle in so long. They've weakened. To get to them, I'll take her. I'll torture that girl, and make her wish that she'd never been born. To get them all, I have to get to her. I'll make them pay for this.'
She threw the picture on the ground, and then she spat on it. She started laughing… not the laugh she used to have. An animal laughter… almost primal. Her eyes went to the picture waded up on the ground. There was a look of insanity in them. "Little Marlene, I'm coming for you."