Chapter 2
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Sores were whelping on the skin; blood was crawling slowly down to a pool underneath the child's dangling legs. The slow rhythmic song of his breath silenced him. He could not cry anymore. He learned to accept the cruel routine the scientist put him through every day. It was part of his life; he knew nothing more, nothing less. Sometimes, when the scientist did more than usual to him, a pretty woman would come to comfort him and tell him stories of her life, but she didn't come this time. She was the only light that shone in his dark world.
The small child looked around his room. Held captive in his own "home" as the dreaded scientist called it. Home. The nice woman talked a lot of her home.
(Flashback)
"Miss *****? Can you tell me about your home?" the curious turquoise eyes melted the woman's heart. She knelt by his bed and tucked her hair behind her ears.
"Well Sephiroth, I am from a secret place tucked deep in the desert," she leaned closer to whisper in his ear, "it's called Home. The Albhed's live there. It's surrounded by the Sanubia Desert. I'm sure you learned that deserts make a horrible fighting ground, but the Albhed's have the ability to control deserts. But even then, they couldn't keep them out." A hitch caught her throat. A look of despair fell across her face. "A horrible time has come to torment them, and I am afraid, that my family is in great danger, especially my daughter." Sephiroth subconsciously stitched his eyebrows together.
A disembodied voice cut through the stillness, "Mrs. ***** Please report to the front desk, you have a call." The scientist bowed her head. Sephiroth was blankly staring past her head. She let out a soft giggle and kissed Sephiroth on his forehead. "I will come back when I have the chance. You need to get sleep now." She stood up to walk out the door, but a small voice stopped her.
"What is your daughter's name?"
She looked back over her shoulder, "Her name is Rikku, she's younger than you, and I believe my husband is sending her here for a little while, for he had some important business to take care of."
The bed shifted slightly, "Will… I be able to meet her?" The scientist let a laugh escape her lips, "of course," she lowered her voice, "if I can smuggle her in." Sephiroth smiled at this, she always made him smile.
(End Flashback)
Sephiroth loved those memories, especially in times like this, when pain was the only thing on his mind. A little 8 year old boy, being tortured against his will. He heard footsteps approaching the prison door.
"Boy, are you ready?" Sephiroth kept a sigh from rising in his throat. This is how things went, the mean scientist would just ask him if he was ready and then take him without telling him what was going to do to him. Maybe, when he grows up, all of these nightmares will end.
Bright eyes were forced open with metal pliers. He found himself strapped to the table, needles were covering his naked skin, and cold hands were examining him. He was forced out of his utopia.
"I see you are awake. Next time you fall asleep when I'm talking to you, I will punish you severely." Sephiroth rolled his eyes at his antics. The greasy haired scientist placed his hands behind his back and walked around the beautiful Adonis that lay before him.
The president will be very pleased. The sick man cackled at his perverse thought. Very pleased.
It's funny how his childhood hopes always deceived him. That woman kept him alive longer than he should have been. But, why is it that her name escapes him? Why can't he remember her warm face? A sudden jolt of pain ran through Sephiroth's head interrupting his thoughts. This happened far too often now. He was controlled, in every aspect and he just bent to his masters will. He tried to fight this, but he wasn't strong enough. He never had peace. He hurt everyone around him, even those who accepted him. He couldn't control it. He truly was a puppet.
Footsteps rang through the hall as the two men traveled to their destination. Cid wondered what irked Auron, for he was usually calm and in control. He actually had to do a mini sprint to keep up with the man. As they approached their destination, Auron called off the two soldiers that were guarding the room. The two men stepped aside as the swordsman and the Albhed leader entered.
Auron walked over to the window overlooking the machina metropolis, or what was left of it. Cid cleared his throat as a hint that he was ready to listen.
"Cid, let me get straight to the point. I have received a message from my Nephew. He told me to expect a call from his father. Apparently the President wants to "rekindle" the lost relationship between his Brother - in – Law. How does that strike you?"
Cid's mouth was agape. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. That bloated pig wanted to make condolences after everything that has happened. Auron saw the battle raging within Cid. He placed his hand on his shoulder.
"Listen Cid-"
"Where was he when we were ambushed by Zanarkand? Where was he when Bevelle sent out assassins to kill innocent Albhed children in Luca?" Auron shifted his stance, squeezing his hand harder. "Where the fuck was he when his sister died huh?! Answer me that Auron!" Cid was fighting hard in order to hold back his tears. Auron knew his pain. Lenne meant so much to this family. He bowed his head in remembrance to her. His beloved sister. Why such a precious treasure was lost, the answer escaped him. And his filthy brother, Ethan Shinra, was completely un-phased by her death. He looked up, noticing that Cid moved and stood over his desk, his shoulders shaking.
Auron lowered his voice tone, "Cid, her death, wasn't your fault. You couldn't have done anything to save her. You did the best you could with the situation that was given to you. You couldn't have possibly known."
Cid slammed his hands down furiously on his desk, "Auron, you don't understand." Cid took a deep breath as Auron's lips slowly parted in shock, "I watched her die."
"Angeal? Are you around here? Angeal!?" Zack walked around the Soldier Headquarters looking for his friend. He finally found Angeal training cadets in the gym, those boys were lucky to have such an honorable warrior teaching them. Angeal nodded his head in recognition of the young man. Zack took a seat on the bleachers, watching the young soon-to-be Soldiers learning the basics of fighting. After thirty minutes, Angeal dismissed the grunts and took a seat by Zack.
"May I help you with anything?" Angeal smirked as he pulled his hand through his black hair. He peeked over at Zack. His face held great pain.
"What's on your mind?"
Zack leaned over his knees, letting his clenched hands dangle, "something is wrong with Seph Angeal, he's not himself. He's cold and cruel, and, he's a real fucker. And, well, he was talking to Shinra on the phone and, he seemed pretty frustrated."
Angeal stood and stretched his arms above his head. He knew what he needed to do. He needed to make a little trip to see the family "doctor."
8/15/13
Alright I completely edited a scene out because I thought it was pointless so I am going to be writing more of this story soon and begin to straighten things out. Thank you to all of my readers!
jazzy
