~*Lyrics for this from Black Sabbith's "War Pigs."*~
Sephiroth sighed, slightly relieved. His past was piecing together slowly, as it was blackness before. Jenova, frozen and impure in her ambitions, lay asleep infront of him. His sword was in his right palm, gripped tightly. His steamy palms latched around it, and then suddenly let go. The masamune fell to the floor with a fairly loud clutter of bangs. Seph's eyes were a bitting fading as he looked down at Jenova. He didn't know who she was, but the face.. So familiar.. The eyes.. So caring..
Evil minds that plot destruction, sorcerer of death's construction...
Cloud stepped forwards from the shadows of the darkened Highwind, onto the deck. He was greeted by Tifa, and Cid. Cid was blowing cigarette smoke from his mouth as Tifa was pacing nervously. Their confrontation with Sephiroth would be soon, but not soon enough. Cloud glanced around again and focused his attention to Tifa, whom was dressed to a minimal as always. Cloud grew up around this, and wasn't effected much by the fact that she was quite attractive. But still.. This time he looked at her, it was different. He didn't see Tifa at all, but a Goddess. He said nothing as he looked her over, then shook his head a bit. He turned to Cid and spoke loudly enough as for him to hear over the blarring engines, "Cid! Where are we going?"
Cid responded, "We are going back to Nibel-whatever. You know I couldn't ever pronounce that place's name. Shit, it's damn weird."
Cloud smirked a bit as he reluctantly asked, "What purpose do we have to go there," but then Tifa interupted.
"Cloud.. Your history is there, somewhere. Your life is there. Now that Sephiroth is dead, we can search freely."
In the fields the bodies burning, as the war machine keeps turning...
Sephiroth continued to stare blankly down at the deahtly Jenova, his head was throbbing softly. His sword still lying on the ground. He shrugged as he felt a new emotion. One that shivered slowly up his spine and made him angery a bit. The tension rose, as well as the intensity. He bent over and grabbed the masamune into his hand. With that, he turned from her and walked away. He fled out of the unfamiliar place, not knowing where he was. It was as if he had gotten drunk the night before and woken in a strange, morbid place. His thoughts were slightly distorted, but one thing remained the same. He wanted Cloud dead.
Death and hatred to mankind. Poisoning their brainwashed minds...
The team had reached Nibelheim. They all looked at the strange and clouded land. A thick mist was covering the town, and it looked the same as it did when Sephiroth attacked. The team looked at each other in awe as they also looked at the town. "Come to me" was wrote on the watertower in the middle of town. The ShinRa mansion looked untouched, they noticed. Cloud turned to Vincent, who was following the team. He seemed to slow with each step taken towards the mansion. Cloudly stopped and allowed the team to pass him and then looked at Vincent.
"Vincent," he spoke softly with words corrupted of sorrow. "I'm still sorry for bringing you back here. Your regrets and duties are easily paid for in whole for what you have done. You have helped me, helped us, in so many ways. I wanted to get that bastard for you.."
Vincent interupted rudely, "Shut up and keep walking.. I'm fine.."
Now in darkness, world stops turning, as the war machine keeps burning.
Sephiroth sighed, slightly relieved. His past was piecing together slowly, as it was blackness before. Jenova, frozen and impure in her ambitions, lay asleep infront of him. His sword was in his right palm, gripped tightly. His steamy palms latched around it, and then suddenly let go. The masamune fell to the floor with a fairly loud clutter of bangs. Seph's eyes were a bitting fading as he looked down at Jenova. He didn't know who she was, but the face.. So familiar.. The eyes.. So caring..
Evil minds that plot destruction, sorcerer of death's construction...
Cloud stepped forwards from the shadows of the darkened Highwind, onto the deck. He was greeted by Tifa, and Cid. Cid was blowing cigarette smoke from his mouth as Tifa was pacing nervously. Their confrontation with Sephiroth would be soon, but not soon enough. Cloud glanced around again and focused his attention to Tifa, whom was dressed to a minimal as always. Cloud grew up around this, and wasn't effected much by the fact that she was quite attractive. But still.. This time he looked at her, it was different. He didn't see Tifa at all, but a Goddess. He said nothing as he looked her over, then shook his head a bit. He turned to Cid and spoke loudly enough as for him to hear over the blarring engines, "Cid! Where are we going?"
Cid responded, "We are going back to Nibel-whatever. You know I couldn't ever pronounce that place's name. Shit, it's damn weird."
Cloud smirked a bit as he reluctantly asked, "What purpose do we have to go there," but then Tifa interupted.
"Cloud.. Your history is there, somewhere. Your life is there. Now that Sephiroth is dead, we can search freely."
In the fields the bodies burning, as the war machine keeps turning...
Sephiroth continued to stare blankly down at the deahtly Jenova, his head was throbbing softly. His sword still lying on the ground. He shrugged as he felt a new emotion. One that shivered slowly up his spine and made him angery a bit. The tension rose, as well as the intensity. He bent over and grabbed the masamune into his hand. With that, he turned from her and walked away. He fled out of the unfamiliar place, not knowing where he was. It was as if he had gotten drunk the night before and woken in a strange, morbid place. His thoughts were slightly distorted, but one thing remained the same. He wanted Cloud dead.
Death and hatred to mankind. Poisoning their brainwashed minds...
The team had reached Nibelheim. They all looked at the strange and clouded land. A thick mist was covering the town, and it looked the same as it did when Sephiroth attacked. The team looked at each other in awe as they also looked at the town. "Come to me" was wrote on the watertower in the middle of town. The ShinRa mansion looked untouched, they noticed. Cloud turned to Vincent, who was following the team. He seemed to slow with each step taken towards the mansion. Cloudly stopped and allowed the team to pass him and then looked at Vincent.
"Vincent," he spoke softly with words corrupted of sorrow. "I'm still sorry for bringing you back here. Your regrets and duties are easily paid for in whole for what you have done. You have helped me, helped us, in so many ways. I wanted to get that bastard for you.."
Vincent interupted rudely, "Shut up and keep walking.. I'm fine.."
Now in darkness, world stops turning, as the war machine keeps burning.