A/N: A short story supposedly for science class. Cloud is supposed to be an incomplete Sephiroth clone, right? What if Zack was still alive? Vincent, Zack and Cloud…..Maybe they're all failed clones…
Disclaimer: If I owned FFVII I would be the happiest person ever. Why can't I own Sephy-chan?...
A Cloned World
This is just weird. Is it just me, or is everything in this world unoriginal? Not just the houses, pets, or their choice in transportation….everything is rather unoriginal. I've gotten the impression that this planet was created from another. The inhabitants are just plain odd.
Everyone looks the same…almost. They all have the same silky silver hair, although they style it differently. They all have the same green-blue, catlike eyes. They're all rather pale, and somewhat tall. They really scare me.
However, what really scares me is the fact that I'm completely different from them.
I'm blonde, a man, 23 years old, and my eyes are a cerulean blue. I'm not as pale as they are, yet I stand out more. In addition, my name is Cloud Strife. I don't know how I got here, or where I'm from. Even though most of these odd people act cold, some of them don't. There are only two other men I know of who are just like me…somewhat.
They aren't blonde like I am. Their names are Zack Donovan and Vincent Valentine. Zack is a few years older than I am and has black spiky hair. Yet, he is the somewhat less mature one. Vincent looks 27, but he says he's 57. He has a raven-like tone of black to his shoulder-length hair. Vincent is mostly quiet and secretive, while Zack is rather loud and optimistic. I'm in the middle. We may seem very different, but we all have one thing in common: We all believe that we were supposed to be one of them.
In Vincent's case, he was seemingly captured while on a mission for his organization. He was injected with the cells of the calamity from the skies, or so he says. He was also experimented on many times, and according to him, his body contains the spirits of four demons. Vincent believes that he was to be a clone of a man called Sephiroth.
Both Zack and I were taken at the same time, yet I don't remember much about it. Zack says we were both experimented on for five years. While he didn't seem to be affected by the ceaseless injections and experiments, I was. We were injected with the same cells as Vincent was. Zack took the chance to escape, and saved me as well. Once, when my memories came back, I remembered some scientists' conversation. They referred to us as 'Incomplete Sephiroth clones, failures.'
That's what we are. Failures…only attempts to be another. This…Sephiroth…I had met him before. He told me I wasn't real, only a puppet for him to use. I had no past; I had no memories. He told me that my memories come from those of a dead girl. Those eyes of his…those cold, catlike eyes of his left me frozen and hypnotized.
Vincent told me that Sephiroth is the Original, the one who is part of everyone here. He is the reason why everyone in this world has silver hair and green-blue eyes. The reason why everyone seems cold and unfeeling. He's the reason for our suffering, this 'plague' called Geostigma.
We want answers for many questions. Something we've wanted for a long time. The actual truth about ourselves is all we need for now. We're the black sheep, and for some reason, they want to capture us. We'll make it, we know we will.
For now, Zack, Vincent, and I, Cloud, are stuck in this Ghost world.