Spectroscope
Chapter 1: Emerald Wings
The red car sped down past the local
hang-out in Sector 3 and reaching dangerous speeds. The driver was oblivious to it,
laughing with her friends careless as they made a sharp left turn and almost going off the
road. Another ripple of laughter sounded through the speeding car, but soon it was
turned into screams of horror. Screams that were drowned with the sound of crashing
glasses and bending metal.
They smashed into a guardrail that stopped the
automobile from going off a steep cliff on impact. A screech of metal followed,
however, as the railing gave and sent the car over the edge. Plumbing into the
ground, the unconscious girls felt nothing. Especially when the car exploded into
flames as the deadly kiss of car and ground finished.
Orange and red flames danced around the metal
and bodies of the 5 victims of the car crash. Heat fluctuated, ashes and sparks
danced morbidly mad in the air, but something foreign in the flames stirred.
Something pushed through the window of shattered glass, fell onto the ground and stood up.
A girl with waist length hair emerged from the
flames. Naked, the red of a heated necklace of an angel clashed against her pale
alabaster skin more so then the flames behind her. Her wide emerald eyes reflected
the flames grimily as she stumbled to be completely free of the wreckage.
Turning, once she was completely free from the
heat waves, the girl stared in horror from which she had survived. Her mahogany blew
past her face, hiding the disbelief and horror from the spirits that looked on.
Raising a small, delicate fist to her mouth, the girl screamed. All the pain,
horror, amazement, disbelief, and sorrow rang clear, like a haunted undertone. It
warped the area, demanding recognition.
It seemed like an eternity to the sky-clad girl
when the sirens and flashing of lights made the scene. People in blue and white
hustled around her, as a person in white wrapped her in a blanket around her flawless
body, and ushered the eighteen year old girl to an ambulance.
Ignorant to world that seemed to go on without
her, the girl felt empty, alone and devoid of all emotions. It felt as if she was
watching a film- nothing real happening as she watched from a distance. Illusions,
bad dreams, and a phantom nightmare that she couldn't escaped that had finally consumed
her.
Fathomless eyes turned to the window, staring
as the fire fighters battled the inferno of the wreckage. Hugging her knees, the
girl sat on the stretcher, confused and scared as a man-ghost tried to sooth her as they
examined her. She didn't want to be here. She didn't want these strangers
examining her, taking her blood, giving her looks of amazement and disbelief. As she
wasn't human... as if she was an Alien from another world...
"I'm not a freak," the girl's breezy
voice sounded, startling the ghost in white as she spoke for the first time. Her
eyes dilated and flared to life. Smacking a hand away, she shrieked, "I'M A
PERSON! SO LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Knocking over two male Poltergeists, the girl
rushed towards the back of the ambulance. Throwing the doors opened, she noticed
they were moving.... But it didn't matter... she HAD to escape... She
was a person! Not a freak, Damnit! Leaping from the moving vehicle and
ignoring the cries of the specters. Two long, emerald glass wings exploded from her
back and caught the wind, sending her spiraling into the air...
A man with greasy black hair leered over the
table as he hissed, "several hours ago we received word of a horrible car wreck...
The vehicle was completely obliterated-"
"Yes, yes, whatever, Hojo... What
does this have to do with calling an emergency meeting in the middle of the night?"
A heavy-set man with graying strawberry blonde hair demanded.
Professor Hojo of the Shinra Science Division
narrowed his beady black eyes, "well, President Shinra, we received word there was
one survivor. And on this survivor, not one burn was found or any wound at that...
Completely flawless! Not even a trace of ash on her body! When
attempted to be taken to a hospital for a proper examination, she escaped-"
Scarlet Hara, head of the Weapons Department,
gasped, "what?! That's impossible! I seen the pictures of wreckage on the
news- and they reported no survivors!"
Hojo laughed, "of course not! I
pulled a few strings not to have her mentioned what-so-ever!" Turning back to
the President, he hissed, "I believe she is a Cetra! The daughter of the Cetra
known as Ifalna and Gast. The very one we have been looking for the last 15 years
since their escape."
President Shinra laughed, his steel blue eyes
flashing with the prospect of getting his hands on a Cetra again... The chance to
get them to the Promise Land! The chance to use the Cetra was a weapon with all her
magic and abilities! Chuckling lowly, he inquired, "have you ID her? Or
had the chance to follow her escape?"
"Yes. We ID her from the blood
examples they managed to take from her. She is known as Aeris Gainsbrough, foster
daughter of Elmyra Gainsbrough- the owner of a local bakery in Sector 5," crackled
Hojo in excitement. "We received reports from our spies of a winged person
flying towards Sector 5, too! So with permission, I'd like to have the Turks
dispatched to retrieve her."
"Winged, you say?" General Sephiroth,
head of Shinra Army, Turks, and SOLDIER.
Eyeing the silver hair General carefully, Hojo
nodded. "Yes, winged. Medics said she grew angel wings of green crystal
and took off... So, we know she is stronger then her mother. Ifalna could
levitate, but never fly from our studies."
Drumming his fingers, President Shinra nodded,
"very well. We'll send out the Turks ASAP to retrieve her from her home in
Sector 5 tomorrow..." Pointing a beefy finger at Sephiroth, he added,
"make sure they are properly prepped and prepared, General. I want your men to
take her unharmed."
Standing and saluting, Sephiroth replied,
"very well, Sir. I shall go and start the preparations right now."
"Isn't it kind of late?" Scarlet
snapped, yawning and eyeing the clock that read 2 in the morning.
"It is, Scarlet." The President
interjected smoothly, "I think I'll leave this operation in Sephiroth's and Hojo's
hands, for now. This meeting is adjured, so good night everyone..."
Watching the President leave through narrowed,
teal-green eyes, Sephiroth resisted the urge to snap Hojo's neck for having to work with
him. No matter... the faster the Turks brought in the Cetra-girl, the faster he be
rid of Hojo. Turning away from a now empty meeting room, Sephiroth marched down the
hallway to his office to begin.
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