Disclaimer: If I have to write this one more time, I will go insane! I do not own Final Fantasy VII or any ideas pertaining to the movie or the game. Please do not steal my ideas, as I will send Sephiroth after you if you do. Well, again, I've a story to tell, and the day is only getting later.

Italics: Dreamlike state.
Bold/Italics: Character's thoughts.
Bold: Jenova.

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CHAPTER 4- WHEN SANITY LEAVES

He had been gone for hours, though I don't know where he could have gone, or why he would have left me in this new world all by myself. I decided to get up, and out of that wretched bed. I felt horrible for having slept for three days on end, but Sephiroth had not seemed to mind. Looking down at myself, I realized that I had also slept in the same clothes for three days straight; and they were disgusting; covered in blood and dirt. Looking around the house, I found a pair of clothes that looked as though they would fit me. Gathering them in my hands, I walked to the bathroom. I turned the hot water on and watched as the tub began to fill. I opened drawers and the medicine cabinet, and found what I was looking for; shampoo and conditioner, and most importantly... soap. I placed them on the edge of the tub, and began to undress, wincing as my bloodied and torn shirt scraped over the recent wound. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. Sephiroth was right. It did look as though a hand grenade had went off inside... I felt myself become slightly sick to my stomach, and tried to will the image out of my mind. Unconsciously, my hand traced the scar on my abdomen. It was so large! I couldn't believe the amount of damage that had been caused by that gun.

I got another surprise when I turned around, though. My back looked like a jig-saw puzzle that someone had scattered on the floor. I remember vaguely falling in the pile of glass, but I didn't know that it had cause this much damage. I guess that song is right about me; I really am made of scars. Wait, where did that thought come from?I asked myself, but I just couldn't remember. Sighing, I eased the rest of my clothes from my tired body, and stepped into the bath tub. Pain was what I experienced first, as the hot water and soap got in the cuts that made up my skin. I tried to ignore the pain, though, and as I stepped out of the bath thirty minutes later, I felt very relieved. I dried myself off, the cold air making goosebumps erupt all over my skin. I then slipped into the clothing, reveling in the clean feeling of the cloth against my skin. I left the bathroom feeling like a new person. Slightly bored now, I inspected the abandoned house. There was nothing out of the ordinary, so I decided to sit and wait for Sephiroth to return. After another hour, however, my patience was nearly spent, so I left the house to go for a short walk and explore the town. Maybe, if I was lucky, I would run into Sephiroth on the way.

I took my time looking in the windows of the shops, but I had no money, and besides, nothing had really caught my eye. I was on my way back to the house when I heard it. I could actually feel somebody behind me, and when I stopped walking, so did they. I quickened my pace, only to find that they did, as well. I panicked and began to run, not knowing where I was going. Unfortunetly for me, I didn't noticed that I had ran into a dead end alleyway. Thoughts of the ShinRa building passed through my mind, but this time, there wasn't a gun involved. The man crept closer and closer to me, looking me up and down, and sniffing the air once in a while. As he drew closer, he smirked, revealing blackened teeth.

"Well, well. What DO we have here?" he asked, his rancid breath almost making me faint. He stretched a hand out toward me and I slapped it back as hard as I could. He only chuckled and said "looks like we have a feisty one here. Well, if you want to play rough, then that's how we'll play." Soon, the smile was gone from his face, and he was on top of me, while I struggled. I tried so hard to move, but he had my legs pinned with his knees and I couldn't move my arms, either. I was trapped... Knowing that my situation was hopeless, I lay still; it was as if something in my brain just clicked, and told me that if I did what he wanted, he would just get it over with soon. "That's a good little dirt-bag. Just lie still, you good-for nothing..." I didn't hear the rest of that sentence, though as he slapped me across the face, hard, and proceeded to rip my clothes off. Suddenly, I heard that same voice come alive in my head.

Why are you just lying there, letting him do what he wants to you?! Do something! the voice screamed. I can't do anything. He's too strong. I told the voice. Why don't you try? the voice asked. Kill him if you must, but you must do something. I can't just stay here and see my daughter be hurt. If you don't kill him, I will! the voice sounded livid with fury.

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He was just returning back to the house when he heard a disturbance. He began to run, nearly forgetting the items that he held in his arms. There was a dark alleyway up ahead. He crept closer to it, and dropped the items on the ground. Just as he was about to burst around the corner, though, he saw a brilliant flash of green light, and a terrible scream. The body of a middle-age man flew past him, and into the street. He looked back into the alleyway in time to see the girl he had been taking care of standing, hunched over. He found himself walking closer to her and was surprised when she held up her hand, telling him to back away.

"Are you alright?" he asked her tentatively. She was shaking visibly, and her clothes were torn. Her hair was hanging in front of her face, and as she looked up at him, he saw that her eyes weren't right. They had been reduced to slits. She didn't seem to be in control of her body. It... really is happening again.His thoughts were interrupted, though, as he watched her cross her arms over her chest. He could feel the power leaking off of her; could feel it in the air.

Again, he asked, "Are you okay? I can help you, if you'll let me." There was no answer, however, and as he waited, finally a growl issued from her mouth, startling him. "Stay AWAY!" the voice sounded slightly familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it. "You have failed me once, SON, and I'm not going to let you get in the way EVER again." Then he had it. It was Jenova speaking to him, and she was going to use this girl to fulfill her plans. Again, his thoughts were interrupted. Shakura gave an earth-shattering shriek as she flung her arms apart. She howled in pain and agony as two long white wings burst from her shoulders in a spray of blood. As they caused her pain, she ripped at them, only causing her more pain. Foot long white feathers flew as she tried to tear them off, and he found himself powerless to help her. Eventually, the pain overwhelmed her, and she collapsed in a heap of feathers, blood, and tattered clothing in the dirt.

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I couldn't understand it. The rage poured through my mind faster than a raging river. I watched in horror as my own hands lifted by them selves. The creature inside me was controlling me, and I watched, powerless, as my own fingers wrapped around the man's throat. I felt my fingers squeeze as hard as they could, and the man went limp in my hands. How, I picked that man up, I really have no idea, but I found myself flinging him as far as I could away from myself. It seemed as though my hearing was also better, because I could hear his body make a sickening crunch as it made contact with the road. Then I saw him. Sephiroth was making his way toward me, and for some reason, all I wanted to do was kill him.

He drew closer and closer, and my rage grew with every step he took. I could hear him saying something, but I couldn't understand what he was saying, because the creature within me drowned out everything else. I had never felt so powerful. The voice told me to kill him, because that man had been the cause of so much suffering. But I argued back with it, telling it how Sephiroth had helped me; saved my life. As if in punishment, I felt my back explode, and red swirls clouded my vision. Something burst from my body, and I experienced pain worse than anything I could have ever imagined. Both of my shoulders were on fire, and when I looked behind me, I saw that I had grown wings. I had always wanted wings, but these were given to me as a punishment; they were the cause of my pain. I wanted them off. I ripped at them, the silky white feathers turning scarlet as the blood sprayed over them.

Time seemed meaningless, as the pain became more and more intense. I knew that he was still standing there, watching me, as this horrible transformation took place. I found myself blaming him for the pain; he was the cause of it all. I shook my head, trying to clear it. I couldn't distinguish between my own inner voice and the voice of that creature. I didn't know what was going on, and as exhaustion swept through my body, the rage melted away in a swirl of white feathers.

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Well, another chapter bites the dust! I know that this chapter is slightly shorter than my other ones, but this seemed like a good stopping point for now. I must ask you however, out of the kindness of your hearts, to PLEASE REVIEW. I have spent a lot of time writing this fic, and it is my first one that I have ever written, so please review. Thank you so much!