I looked at what seemed to be my twin in the mirror, her light purple irises with the slitted pupils staring back into mine with the same thoughts locked within them that were inside mine. I watched my past flash through my mind as my doppelganger's dark silver hair moved in sync with mine with the wind flowing through the window in the opposite room.
I wasn't always like this. Well, most of the time I was, but not originally. I was an accident waiting to happen. Just before I was born, my seventeen year old mother had told my father that she was pregnant with me. Of course, this was only a year before he became obsessed with human test subjects. You guessed it. My 'accidental' father was Hojo, the mad scientist that wasn't quite as insane back then than he was when he was hired by Shin Ra.
'Why accidental?' you might ask. Let's just say eighteen year old boys have a knack for wanting more than they can handle. Problem with accidental fathers. They always claim they never had any relations with the mother what so ever.
When I was born was when my mother had died from an unknown disease Then, I was taken to Hojo, just before his insanity seeped in at only two years old. The only life I really lived was up until I was four. That was the day when I was placed in that cursed tube. The only day I missed was the day we were going to share what our parents were. Honestly, did you really think I was going to say, hi! My dad's an insane scientist that works at Shin Ra and uses people for experiments.
While they sealed me in the experimental tube, I was injected with J.A.N.O.V.A cells, and what looked like this warm, crimson and black liquid into my neck. I started hearing a strange voice inside my head. It was more like a growl most of the time, but as it started to talk, I looked to it for sanity. For something to talk to.
In the time that I was injected with the two liquids to the time where I woke up, it was sixteen years. The first person I saw was not my father. It was a man in a black suit and short black hair looking at me with question in his crimson eyes. But, like all things, he disappeared with time.
After I woke up from the second sleep while the last of the tests where being completed, I noticed a change in scenery. I looked to my right, only to see the same man in another tube next to me, almost lifeless. The voice in my head wanted to break out of the tube and get away from the labs once and for all.
I awoke from the black in a dark ally. I was alone, cold and crying until an old woman found me and brought me to her house and gave me a place to stay until I was fit to go out again. I stayed until she had died five years later. I had given her a proper burial and prayed for her safe journey to the afterlife, leaving when I finished packing everything I needed and took the Gil she'd saved up for me. I immediately started working for people to raise the Gil I needed for a good weapon to carry around as well as for food and shelter. The sad thing? This was a little over 50 years ago and I haven't aged a second since I escaped.
I sigh and stare at the silver, clawed gauntlets on my forearms. What had my father done to me? He cursed me with the weight of my younger brother's looks with the same J.A.N.O.V.A cells and tried to make me a weapon with the chaos gene. Like I said earlier, I was an accident waiting to happen. I walked out of my one day apartment with my phone, my brother's longsword, and my quad-barrel gun whom I call, Wolfbane. And boy does he have one hell of a kick.
Even though Wolfbane has the kick of a donkey, he holds an easy twenty-eight rounds per magazine, each being six millimeters, and is extremely lightweight. He is finished off with stainless steel and a polished ebony wood coat. There is a howling wolf head engraving just above the trigger that was carefully painted silver on the insides to make it stand out more.
As I payed for my room on the way out, a spiky haired blonde guy on a black motorcycle sped past me. I knew him as Cloud Strife, the one who slaughtered my little brother. But I didn't hold a grudge. I barely knew Sephiroth as it was and only came to him when he asked advise when going through the ranks of SOLDIER.
He stopped once he saw me, doing a double take on my form thinking I was Sephiroth until he saw the eyes and the gun. Then he restarted his bike and went on his way, making my tattered black cloak wrap around me before I walked in the opposite direction. That was when she started freaking out.
I looked to my left and saw nothing out of the ordinary. Then, to my right, I saw a man in his late twenties, wearing a torn red cloak and a gold gauntlet on his right forearm, staring back at me with familiar crimson eyes. Suddenly, the image of the man in the black suit crossed my mind and I started to quickly make my way through the opposing crowd. There was no way I was going to be taken back to Shin Ra Not now, not ever.
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So... That's the first chapter of Chaos' chaos. If you haven't noticed, you can take the title 3 ways. Chaos is chaos, Chaos' female half and Chaos' mayhem. All in all, you'll learn that my OC in this story, Dreka Dusk, calls her chaos, Mayhem because of the male half that Vincent has, being the original Chaos. Yes! I did get the design idea for Wolfbane from Cerberus. But I will sketch the gun out and post it on deviantart along with Mayhem and Dreka Wolfbane is a lot different from Cerberus than you think!
So! review and tell me what you think!