After Meteor: Rise from the Ashes
Barret cocked his gun as Hojo grinned a crooked grin at them. Biggs quickly opened the safe and took out the remote.
"Ha, you think that is Device don't you? Well, you are wrong." Hojo cackled evilly, then reached into his lab coat pocket and produced a remote control looking exactly like the one Biggs was holding. "I knew you were coming. And I KNEW that eavesdropper Reeve knew all about Device. I figured that two-timing back stabber would go and tell his friends all about my intentions.
"Alright Hojo, what's your scheme this time?" sneered Cloud.
"Oh, so you want to know, eh? Well, I'll tell you. But first, put down your weapons…"
Barret reluctantly put his gun down, and the others put away their weapons. Hojo began with his story.
"It all started after WEAPON awoke. I knew the power that these machines possessed. I figured, that if there was some way for me to harness their power, there would be no way ShinRa could be stopped, even by you. Unfortunately, I was stopped in my tracks after you killed me when Device was only 80% finished. I thoughtfully put Device in an armored safe before my death, however, and it survived Meteor's attack. Now that I have been resurrected, courtesy of the Lifestream, I can resume my project and take over the world once again!"
"You snake!" hissed Barret.
"Oh, I haven't even gotten to the good part yet. You see this? This invention is powerful enough for me to manipulate the WEAPONs and with one press of this button, the world shall be mine!"
"Don't you even dare…" warned Barret. An audible click echoed off the room's walls.
"Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you…"
Rufus stirred from his slumber and fumbled on his nightstand for the on switch for his lamp. He grinned as he got up and put on his white coat over his black shirt. Rufus opened the top drawer of his dresser and took out a handgun.
"It's time. Time to say goodbye to my dear ol' daddy." Rufus sneered to himself as he left the room. Rufus took the key to his father's quarters and swiped it through the scanner. The light blinked green and the door soundlessly slid open. Rufus scooted into the room and around the corner. He took a good look at his father, who was peacefully sleeping on the fold-up bed. Rufus loaded his gun, took the safety off and aimed for his father's head.
"Goodbye, father." Rufus whispered as he pulled the trigger. The bullet went right into the President's brain, and he didn't wake up. Rufus went over to check his vital signs. There were none. The President was dead, and the heir to the throne, Rufus, was now in power once again.