Rufus
The black limousine pushed through the crowded, smog filled streets of Midgar.
People automatically yielded to the expensive car, knowing who sat inside. Rufus ShinRa.
He sat silently with his head resting in the palm of his hand while staring blankly out the tinted
window at any pedestrians that happened to be passing by. He let his mind wander thinking
of nothing too important, mainly of a particularly significant event that had recently occurred
in this large city of Midgar. That event was the death of his father. The news of old man
ShinRa's death had spread like wild fire. Even more so was the murmurs of who had killed
him. Rumour has it that the Great Sephiroth himself had returned to ShinRa in order to
fulfill this morbid task. Of course everyone knew this was only a rumour, but the select few
that knew the truth, well, they also knew that this rumour happened to be true.
Although this tragic death should have left Rufus in mourning, he did no such thing. In
fact, the death had been considered an unexpected blessing. He had inherited the company
and would soon relocate everything to Midgar. Finally he was getting the success he
deserved. After all those years of attempting to gain his fathers attention and praise, after all
those years of trying to impress him his chance for success just fell right into his lap. Even
the people of Midgar were silently praising this ironic twist of fate but, little did they know that
the very thing they're celebrating, could very well be the very thing that would destroy Midgar.
After all, Rufus would most likely be a much bigger threat then his late father was.
Oh yes, Rufus's plans for Midgar would be much more effective and beneficial then
his father's schemes ever were. All his father ever did was build that damn plate over the city
and even the reasoning behind that endeavor was questionable. Most insist that it was to
avoid the smog that would soon invade the once fresh air. Whatever the reason was, Rufus
always thought it was a waste of both time and money. The smog still reached the air on the
plate and so it's only use was to block out the sun. Although, thanks to the plate, it never
actually rained in Midgar, but the thick, depressing atmosphere seemed as if it should.
Maybe if it did rain then flowers could grow, although Rufus already knew it was just wishful
thinking. Nothing could ever grow in Midgar for the city was already dead, no matter how
many people lived in it.
In Rufus's opinion, it was the people that killed the city. The people in combination
with his own father. If the citizens had never bowed to his father, then perhaps there might still
be some life left, but they were naive and didn't think. In the end, they probably deserved
whatever fate they would receive, even if that fate is death. Their lives were probably
miserable anyway. They might even be better off dead. Rufus knew that he would have been
better off dead. After all, the only reason he existed was because his dumb ass dad realized
halfway through his career that he wasn't going to live forever and therefore an heir would be a
worthy asset.
Since birth, Rufus had been destined to take over the company. His childhood was
spent learning how to manage money and run a business. He never had any friends, but
Rufus didn't blame himself, it was that bastard's fault. As a child, he never even spoke to his
father and if he did, it was about how well the company was doing, a new deal he was working
on or about Sephiroth, the perfect SOLDIER.
Rufus found it very fitting that his father should die by Sephiroth's hand, although
Sephiroth was probably treated better then Rufus ever was. Now that Rufus thought about
it, Sephiroth had actually done him an incredible favour by killing the old man. It was such a
shame that Rufus would soon be forced to dispose of Sephiroth, but he really didn't have a
choice. Rufus knew that he was planning to interfere with the plans as was some pathetic little
rebel group name AVALANCHE. Of course this group wouldn't be any problem for
Rufus. The Turks can take care of them. Sephiroth was his main concern at the moment.
Just then the limousine came to a halt and the door was opened by a tall man with jet
black hair who wore a navy blue suit. The man immediately stood off to the side to let the
young president through and shut the door behind him. The citizens stopped and began to
crowd around the area to try and catch a glimpse at their new leader although it was difficult
considering he was now surrounded by three men all wearing the same navy blue attire. Th e
man that had opened the door walked directly in front, watching the crowd out of the corner of
his eye, while two other men, one tall bald man with sun glasses and a shorter one with unkept
bright red hair , followed Rufus from behind. They too, were watching the crowds for any
suspicious movements.
As Rufus entered what used to be his father's building, he could feel the wheels of
fate begin to turn. In the back o f his mind he knew it was coming. There was a thick
disturbance in the air and he could sense that something was going to happen. 'Whatever it
is,' he thought 'fate can bring it on. In the end, life in this world all comes down to a struggle to
survive. Only the strong and the smart make it through, while crushing the weak and the slow
beneath them. This whole life is just one great big game, and I, Rufus ShinRa will be the
winner. '
