Final Fantasy VII:
Restoration
Chapter Nine:
Good-bye Peace
"S-Sonrei..." Reno mummbled, shocked. The raven-haired girl dismounted her chocobo and smiled sweetly toward him.
"Are you going to cause us trouble?" Futago asked, as he threw Cloud over his shoulder.
"Oh, wait... We're in control of this situation." The evil man held his sword to Cloud's throat and smiled wickedly.
"Now, I suggest you come with us."
"I don't give a damn 'bout Cloud Strife... Besides I'm no idiot... If he were so dispensable, he'd be dead by now." Futago frowned darkly and sheathed his sword.
"Sonrei, take care of them... Bring whatever's left to Father's lab. I have to get Cloud there right now." The girl nodded and pulled her Javelin Gun off of her Chocobo as Futago sped away.
"Sonrei, what're you doing?!" Reno demanded as he stepped forward.
"Helping Father and Brother, of course."
"Father... Brother...? What are you talking about?"
"I am the creation of the great Professor Hojo..."
"Damn it... We hafta do somethin' with'er. That bastard, Futago's gettin' away with Cloud!" Cid growled angrily. Reno nodded and pulled his Electro-Mag Rod out, and charged toward her.
"I know all of your attacks, Reno... You cannot hurt me!" Sonrei commented, emotionlessly. True to her word, she avoided each attack with little effort. Cid was the next to attack, lunging forth with his spear and attempting to drive it into her.
"Nice... Wanna see mine?" She asked as she fired her Javelin Gun. It managed it rip into Cid's arm, forcing him to drop the Venus Gospel. The old pilot cursed roughly and knelt down. Reno attempted to strike the girl again. She dodged it.
"Tell me, Reno... How do you expect to fight yourself?" Reno lowered his eyes.
"Had you planned this all along? Had you?!"
"No..." Sonrei pushed some hair from her face and fired her gun once again, it tore through Reno's shoulder. He moaned in agony. She reached out and snatched his nightstick and inspected it. She frowned slightly.
"Some friend you are... Y'know you have this set on the highest possible setting? Hmph, this could've killed me if you had been so lucky." She adjusted the power quickly, and shoved it into Reno's side. The Turk's screams filled the air, then he suddenly went silent. She carelessly draped him over her chocobo and turned toward Cid.
"You going to put a fight up?" The old pilot shook his head in anger and tried to charge the girl. She rolled her blue Mako eyes and waved her hand in front of her.
"Sleep!" And with that, the old pilot fell to the ground. She lifted him onto the bird next.
***
Futago gracefully walked toward his creator. Hojo glanced back. "Ah, there you are... Put Cloud over there on that table... I'll take it from there..." The creation nodded and obiedently put the SOLDIER on the table. Hojo begun hooking various tubes into the man's body.
"Futago, go and get Palmer. Oh, and by the way, where is Sonrei?"
"She should be here shortly... She had to take care of Reno of the Turks, and Cid Highwind."
***
Nanaki stared at the sky above them, the sun mercilessly beat down upon all of them. They hadn't slept much the night before, all agreed that it was urgent that they reach Midgar. They weren't far now. Kalm could clearly be seen in the foreground. They would probably have to rest once they reached the small village, though.
***
Reeve rubbed his temples tiredly. He hadn't slept since he had been thrown in this damned room. It was dark, it was cold, it was Hell. The man looked up to the ceiling and sighed. He had to get out, there wasn't any doubt about that. If he didn't, then he may end up dead. He could call Cait Sith, but he couldn't possibly fight all of the clones, could he? He could get out though.
Reeve reached in his pants' pocket and pulled out a small device. He pressed several buttons, and leaned back against a wall. It would only be a matter of time now. The mechanical cat would come and bust him out. The former ShinRa employee stood and begun to pace back and forth. He heard footsteps approaching at a rapid pace. Was it Cait Sith? Hojo? Tifa? He walked closer to the door as loud pounding filled the room. Pretty soon the thick, wooden door gave way. Cait Sith stood in the doorway. A small headset sat on the mechanical being, he picked it up and put it on quickly.
***
Sonrei led the chocobo carrying her captives down the streets of Midgar slowly. She glanced around at her surroundings. She turned toward a large building and stepped in. She tied her chocobo down and proceeded down several flights of stairs into a brightly lit room. Hojo stood in the center hooking several things up to Cloud Strife, and Futago stood next to him, along with Palmer and Clone Number Four, otherwise known as Tifa Lockhart.
She walked slowly over to Futago. "Futago... Help me carry Reno and Cid in, please."
The girl turned to leave, followed closely by Futago. The silver-haired man stared at her. He still wondered if she even remember what had happened before Hojo took complete control of her body.
"How long were you in Junon, Sonrei?"
"Exactly one and a half months." Futago shrugged. She did accomplish her job rather quickly. He looked up at the chocobo which was tied to a nearby desk. He picked up Cid Highwind, and Sonrei slung Reno's arm over her shoulder. The two began down the stairs once again, and into a nearby room. A girl looked up weakly. It was Tifa Lockhart.
"W-What are you doing... with Cloud?"
"It is of none of your concern, Ms. Lockhart," Sonrei replied as she walked into the room.
"S-Sonrei!? You worked for them the whole time...?" The two quickly strapped Cid and Reno down, then turned and left. Leaving behind a very upset and confused Tifa.
***
Elena yawned and stretched her arms behind her. She was tired. Very tired. Everyone was. And Barret was really starting to drive her insane. She had no interest in harming anybody... Except maybe Reno. She wanted to kick his irresponsible ass. As did Rude. Elena glanced around their small hotel room. It had three beds, two chairs in the corner around a small table, and some storage space for clothing. She collapsed on the closest bed. It had been awhile since she had had to stay awake all night. Her body had grown used to getting it's needed rest.
Rude removed his sunglasses and rubbed his eyes tiredly. He was worried over the appearance of Rufus and the 'Turks'. What was going on? What had that bastard, Hojo done? It was frustrating. How did he get away? Hadn't Avalanche killed him? Was that really Reno? If it was... Was he going to have to kill him? Kill his best friend. Something he never thought he would be thinking about. It was pathetic actually. Tseng would have killed both of them if the President had so ordered, but yet, he wasn't sure if he could kill Reno. That, he cursed himself for.
Nanaki curled up in the corner, closing his eyes imediately. He had looked forward to peace. He had thought it would last forever. Reno was right, however. Another enemy had risen. The past came back. Rufus came back. Palmer... And the man who he both despised and owed gratitude to. If not for him, Nanaki would have never met his friends, never found the truth out about his father, wouldn't have been able to fight Sephiroth. However, Hojo had caused Nanaki and his friends great pain and suffering also. For that, Hojo would never be forgiven.
Barret sat on the last bed that was available. He couldn't hide his fatigue. He didn't really give a damn about what anybody thought at this point anyway. His only concern was finding Rufus and his cronies. He was also worried about Marlene. She was still in Midgar with Elmyra. That put her life in danger. He didn't really want to think about it. He wanted sleep. That's all... Just sleep.
***
Yuffie Kisaragi dismounted her chocobo slowly and led it toward a tree. She would rest for a few hours now. She stretched tiredly and restrained the blue-feathered bird by a nearby rock. The sky was a deep rose, signaling that night was near. Cool air brush the skin and hair of the young ninja as she began the work to set her tent up. She shivered slightly.
She had hoped there wouldn't be anymore fighting, anymore battles for the planet, but peace was still far away. She wanted to know why Tifa was there with Hojo, and how Hojo could still be alive. She had seen Vincent shoot him! In the head! Yuffie tiredly climbed in her tent. She didn't want to think about it right now.
***
Reeve walked as quietly as he could down the long, dark hallway. The clones, Hojo, Palmer, anyone could be standing at the next turn. He was actually surprised Cait Sith had made it to his cell without getting caught. Something he really never expected. The dark haired man stared down the next turn. Clear. Thank the Gods.
Reeve breathed a sigh of relief once he saw a window. He peered out. First floor? Something he hadn't expected. He began to try and pry the window open. Wouldn't move an inch. He tried again, this time he was lucky, it moved slightly. He paused and looked around again. Where had everyone gone? What was so special? What were they doing? Reeve pushed the questions from his mind for the time being and continued to push the stubborn window. The former ShinRa employee stepped back once the window had been pried opened. Well, at least it was open just enough for him to crawl out.
***
Hojo hovered above Cloud, still hooking several things into the young man. Palmer made his way quickly toward the evil scientist. "Is it time yet?"
"Not yet."
"Do you think this is really gonna work? Remember what happened last time..."
"It was different back then... I can... I will keep him under control this time. If he doesn't obey, I still have Futago."
"Hey, I thought you said cl-"
"Futago is very strong. He can win."
"Victory shall be ours," Hojo added, flately. The overweight man to his side laughed, evilly.
"Clone Four, Clone Seven, Clone Eleven, carry Tifa Lockhart, Cid Highwind, and Reno of the Turks in... I think they should see this," Hojo ordered. Sonrei and Futago stood next to their creator, both staring at the unconscious form of Cloud Strife on the table.
"Do you think he will survive this, Futago?"
"Hmm, I do not know... It doesn't matter, as long as Sephiroth is revived," The man replied. Sonrei focused her attention back on the body. The two members of Avalanche and the Turk were led in by their respective clones next. Tifa's eyes widened.
"Cloud! What are you doing to him!?" She demanded.
"We are resurrecting the Great Sephiroth... In order to do that we need the Jenova cells in Cloud Strife's body," Hojo begun.
"With Sephiroth and President Rufus Shinra under my control, we will be able to rule the entire world... No one will be able to stop us... Especially since we will have Avalanche backing us." Hojo gestured toward the clones that held their captives.
"Futago... My creation, my son... He was cloned entirely from Jenova and Sephiroth. While, Sonrei was cloned from most of Avalanche, the Turks, Rufus Shinra, Dark Nation, and even myself. She also has the blood of Sephiroth coursing through her veins. Sadly however, she is rebellious. Good thing she is just a clone... I can control her easily through the Mako and Jenova cells."
"You're an idiot if you think you can control Sephiroth!" Reno growled angrily.
"Reno, you have just made a great mistake... Quiet him, Sonrei." Sonrei quietly made her way toward the former Turk, her eyes narrowed slightly. The girl swung her fist forward, connecting with Reno's stomach. His eyes widened, and he gasped for breath. However, he didn't have time to linger on that pain for long as the girl's fist connected with his cheek. Sonrei smirked and began to turn and walk away.
"That should keep him quiet for a while," She stated. Reno stared down at the ground. In his years as a Turk, he'd exprienced a lot worse, but damn it, they always go for the stomach. That hurt worse than most any punch to the face. The redhead finally regained some composure and looked up. He glared at Hojo. The bastard. How long had he planned this?
Hojo glanced over the room once more. Everyone's attention was focused on Cloud and the tank to his side. The dark-haired man turned toward a nearby computer and began typing quickly. The tank came to life, glowing a pale blue. The former SOLDIER's eyes shot open, a deafening scream of pure agony spilling from his mouth. He fought feebly against the straps that restrained his arms and legs.
"Cloud!" Tifa screamed, tears streaming down her face as she struggled against her clone. The young woman's head dropped to the ground, unable to watch the torture her love was being put through, however, avoiding looking at him didn't block out the screams of pain. It was like a knife plunging deep into her heart. Death would be less painful than having to hear that.
Futago's mouth was opened slightly as he watched a figure begining to grow in the tank next to his father. His brother, the great Sephiroth, being reborn. Futago couldn't think of a word to describe his feelings... He felt joy, shock, horror. Joy that he would know his brother, shocked at the creation process, and fear of what was to come. It was indeed an awesome sight.
Cid Highwind couldn't remove his eyes from the scene that was being laid out before him. In all of his years, he has never seen anything like it. He wished he could block all sounds, but that was impossible. The old pilot turned away.
Sonrei watched in awe, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn't know why, nor really cared. Sephiroth was being resurrected. That was all that mattered really. The girl continued to watch as the being began taking form in the tank. Long silverhair, a long slender face, a muscular body. Sephiroth.
Reno could handle the screams of Cloud Strife. Hell, he dealt with that every damned day when he worked for Shinra. He could handle that bastard Hojo gloating about his plans. He could deal with all of it, except for Sephiroth. He remembered staring at Meteor at night, and wondering if he was going to be dead the next day along with the rest of mankind. He remembered the final minutes before Meteor was destroyed . He had contemplated death, even welcomed it in the past, but seeing it staring him in the face had him beyond afraid. He didn't want to live through it again. He didn't want Sonrei to go through that either. The Turk shook his head. He should want to kill her, but he didn't. He hated himself for that, too. He had gone soft.
Hojo watched, an insane grin appearing on his face. He would finally realize his dream. Tonight. The world would fear him. He was indeed the Great Professor Hojo. Gasts' intelligence didn't even compare with his now. He would finally get the respect he deserved. Cloud dropped back to the table, abruptly the torturous screams were gone. All movement had ceased. Silence reigned. Sephiroth had been revived.
Sephiroth's eyes opened slowly. He scanned the area as he brought one hand up and placed it on the glass. His long, silver hair floated around his body. His calm, evil glare landed on the unconsious SOLDIER. An evil smirk made it way onto his face. Quickly, the former war hero ripped his Oxygen mask off and brought his fist down on the fragile glass, instantly breaking it. Blue liquid spilled out across the floor. Sephiroth fell gracefully to the floor. He balanced himself on one knee. His green-blue eyes locked on Futago's, then on Hojo's. The silver haired man stood to his full height.
"Who is that?" Sephiroth's eerily calm voice filled the room.
"It is your clone... His name is Futago."
Restoration
Chapter Nine:
Good-bye Peace
"S-Sonrei..." Reno mummbled, shocked. The raven-haired girl dismounted her chocobo and smiled sweetly toward him.
"Are you going to cause us trouble?" Futago asked, as he threw Cloud over his shoulder.
"Oh, wait... We're in control of this situation." The evil man held his sword to Cloud's throat and smiled wickedly.
"Now, I suggest you come with us."
"I don't give a damn 'bout Cloud Strife... Besides I'm no idiot... If he were so dispensable, he'd be dead by now." Futago frowned darkly and sheathed his sword.
"Sonrei, take care of them... Bring whatever's left to Father's lab. I have to get Cloud there right now." The girl nodded and pulled her Javelin Gun off of her Chocobo as Futago sped away.
"Sonrei, what're you doing?!" Reno demanded as he stepped forward.
"Helping Father and Brother, of course."
"Father... Brother...? What are you talking about?"
"I am the creation of the great Professor Hojo..."
"Damn it... We hafta do somethin' with'er. That bastard, Futago's gettin' away with Cloud!" Cid growled angrily. Reno nodded and pulled his Electro-Mag Rod out, and charged toward her.
"I know all of your attacks, Reno... You cannot hurt me!" Sonrei commented, emotionlessly. True to her word, she avoided each attack with little effort. Cid was the next to attack, lunging forth with his spear and attempting to drive it into her.
"Nice... Wanna see mine?" She asked as she fired her Javelin Gun. It managed it rip into Cid's arm, forcing him to drop the Venus Gospel. The old pilot cursed roughly and knelt down. Reno attempted to strike the girl again. She dodged it.
"Tell me, Reno... How do you expect to fight yourself?" Reno lowered his eyes.
"Had you planned this all along? Had you?!"
"No..." Sonrei pushed some hair from her face and fired her gun once again, it tore through Reno's shoulder. He moaned in agony. She reached out and snatched his nightstick and inspected it. She frowned slightly.
"Some friend you are... Y'know you have this set on the highest possible setting? Hmph, this could've killed me if you had been so lucky." She adjusted the power quickly, and shoved it into Reno's side. The Turk's screams filled the air, then he suddenly went silent. She carelessly draped him over her chocobo and turned toward Cid.
"You going to put a fight up?" The old pilot shook his head in anger and tried to charge the girl. She rolled her blue Mako eyes and waved her hand in front of her.
"Sleep!" And with that, the old pilot fell to the ground. She lifted him onto the bird next.
***
Futago gracefully walked toward his creator. Hojo glanced back. "Ah, there you are... Put Cloud over there on that table... I'll take it from there..." The creation nodded and obiedently put the SOLDIER on the table. Hojo begun hooking various tubes into the man's body.
"Futago, go and get Palmer. Oh, and by the way, where is Sonrei?"
"She should be here shortly... She had to take care of Reno of the Turks, and Cid Highwind."
***
Nanaki stared at the sky above them, the sun mercilessly beat down upon all of them. They hadn't slept much the night before, all agreed that it was urgent that they reach Midgar. They weren't far now. Kalm could clearly be seen in the foreground. They would probably have to rest once they reached the small village, though.
***
Reeve rubbed his temples tiredly. He hadn't slept since he had been thrown in this damned room. It was dark, it was cold, it was Hell. The man looked up to the ceiling and sighed. He had to get out, there wasn't any doubt about that. If he didn't, then he may end up dead. He could call Cait Sith, but he couldn't possibly fight all of the clones, could he? He could get out though.
Reeve reached in his pants' pocket and pulled out a small device. He pressed several buttons, and leaned back against a wall. It would only be a matter of time now. The mechanical cat would come and bust him out. The former ShinRa employee stood and begun to pace back and forth. He heard footsteps approaching at a rapid pace. Was it Cait Sith? Hojo? Tifa? He walked closer to the door as loud pounding filled the room. Pretty soon the thick, wooden door gave way. Cait Sith stood in the doorway. A small headset sat on the mechanical being, he picked it up and put it on quickly.
***
Sonrei led the chocobo carrying her captives down the streets of Midgar slowly. She glanced around at her surroundings. She turned toward a large building and stepped in. She tied her chocobo down and proceeded down several flights of stairs into a brightly lit room. Hojo stood in the center hooking several things up to Cloud Strife, and Futago stood next to him, along with Palmer and Clone Number Four, otherwise known as Tifa Lockhart.
She walked slowly over to Futago. "Futago... Help me carry Reno and Cid in, please."
The girl turned to leave, followed closely by Futago. The silver-haired man stared at her. He still wondered if she even remember what had happened before Hojo took complete control of her body.
"How long were you in Junon, Sonrei?"
"Exactly one and a half months." Futago shrugged. She did accomplish her job rather quickly. He looked up at the chocobo which was tied to a nearby desk. He picked up Cid Highwind, and Sonrei slung Reno's arm over her shoulder. The two began down the stairs once again, and into a nearby room. A girl looked up weakly. It was Tifa Lockhart.
"W-What are you doing... with Cloud?"
"It is of none of your concern, Ms. Lockhart," Sonrei replied as she walked into the room.
"S-Sonrei!? You worked for them the whole time...?" The two quickly strapped Cid and Reno down, then turned and left. Leaving behind a very upset and confused Tifa.
***
Elena yawned and stretched her arms behind her. She was tired. Very tired. Everyone was. And Barret was really starting to drive her insane. She had no interest in harming anybody... Except maybe Reno. She wanted to kick his irresponsible ass. As did Rude. Elena glanced around their small hotel room. It had three beds, two chairs in the corner around a small table, and some storage space for clothing. She collapsed on the closest bed. It had been awhile since she had had to stay awake all night. Her body had grown used to getting it's needed rest.
Rude removed his sunglasses and rubbed his eyes tiredly. He was worried over the appearance of Rufus and the 'Turks'. What was going on? What had that bastard, Hojo done? It was frustrating. How did he get away? Hadn't Avalanche killed him? Was that really Reno? If it was... Was he going to have to kill him? Kill his best friend. Something he never thought he would be thinking about. It was pathetic actually. Tseng would have killed both of them if the President had so ordered, but yet, he wasn't sure if he could kill Reno. That, he cursed himself for.
Nanaki curled up in the corner, closing his eyes imediately. He had looked forward to peace. He had thought it would last forever. Reno was right, however. Another enemy had risen. The past came back. Rufus came back. Palmer... And the man who he both despised and owed gratitude to. If not for him, Nanaki would have never met his friends, never found the truth out about his father, wouldn't have been able to fight Sephiroth. However, Hojo had caused Nanaki and his friends great pain and suffering also. For that, Hojo would never be forgiven.
Barret sat on the last bed that was available. He couldn't hide his fatigue. He didn't really give a damn about what anybody thought at this point anyway. His only concern was finding Rufus and his cronies. He was also worried about Marlene. She was still in Midgar with Elmyra. That put her life in danger. He didn't really want to think about it. He wanted sleep. That's all... Just sleep.
***
Yuffie Kisaragi dismounted her chocobo slowly and led it toward a tree. She would rest for a few hours now. She stretched tiredly and restrained the blue-feathered bird by a nearby rock. The sky was a deep rose, signaling that night was near. Cool air brush the skin and hair of the young ninja as she began the work to set her tent up. She shivered slightly.
She had hoped there wouldn't be anymore fighting, anymore battles for the planet, but peace was still far away. She wanted to know why Tifa was there with Hojo, and how Hojo could still be alive. She had seen Vincent shoot him! In the head! Yuffie tiredly climbed in her tent. She didn't want to think about it right now.
***
Reeve walked as quietly as he could down the long, dark hallway. The clones, Hojo, Palmer, anyone could be standing at the next turn. He was actually surprised Cait Sith had made it to his cell without getting caught. Something he really never expected. The dark haired man stared down the next turn. Clear. Thank the Gods.
Reeve breathed a sigh of relief once he saw a window. He peered out. First floor? Something he hadn't expected. He began to try and pry the window open. Wouldn't move an inch. He tried again, this time he was lucky, it moved slightly. He paused and looked around again. Where had everyone gone? What was so special? What were they doing? Reeve pushed the questions from his mind for the time being and continued to push the stubborn window. The former ShinRa employee stepped back once the window had been pried opened. Well, at least it was open just enough for him to crawl out.
***
Hojo hovered above Cloud, still hooking several things into the young man. Palmer made his way quickly toward the evil scientist. "Is it time yet?"
"Not yet."
"Do you think this is really gonna work? Remember what happened last time..."
"It was different back then... I can... I will keep him under control this time. If he doesn't obey, I still have Futago."
"Hey, I thought you said cl-"
"Futago is very strong. He can win."
"Victory shall be ours," Hojo added, flately. The overweight man to his side laughed, evilly.
"Clone Four, Clone Seven, Clone Eleven, carry Tifa Lockhart, Cid Highwind, and Reno of the Turks in... I think they should see this," Hojo ordered. Sonrei and Futago stood next to their creator, both staring at the unconscious form of Cloud Strife on the table.
"Do you think he will survive this, Futago?"
"Hmm, I do not know... It doesn't matter, as long as Sephiroth is revived," The man replied. Sonrei focused her attention back on the body. The two members of Avalanche and the Turk were led in by their respective clones next. Tifa's eyes widened.
"Cloud! What are you doing to him!?" She demanded.
"We are resurrecting the Great Sephiroth... In order to do that we need the Jenova cells in Cloud Strife's body," Hojo begun.
"With Sephiroth and President Rufus Shinra under my control, we will be able to rule the entire world... No one will be able to stop us... Especially since we will have Avalanche backing us." Hojo gestured toward the clones that held their captives.
"Futago... My creation, my son... He was cloned entirely from Jenova and Sephiroth. While, Sonrei was cloned from most of Avalanche, the Turks, Rufus Shinra, Dark Nation, and even myself. She also has the blood of Sephiroth coursing through her veins. Sadly however, she is rebellious. Good thing she is just a clone... I can control her easily through the Mako and Jenova cells."
"You're an idiot if you think you can control Sephiroth!" Reno growled angrily.
"Reno, you have just made a great mistake... Quiet him, Sonrei." Sonrei quietly made her way toward the former Turk, her eyes narrowed slightly. The girl swung her fist forward, connecting with Reno's stomach. His eyes widened, and he gasped for breath. However, he didn't have time to linger on that pain for long as the girl's fist connected with his cheek. Sonrei smirked and began to turn and walk away.
"That should keep him quiet for a while," She stated. Reno stared down at the ground. In his years as a Turk, he'd exprienced a lot worse, but damn it, they always go for the stomach. That hurt worse than most any punch to the face. The redhead finally regained some composure and looked up. He glared at Hojo. The bastard. How long had he planned this?
Hojo glanced over the room once more. Everyone's attention was focused on Cloud and the tank to his side. The dark-haired man turned toward a nearby computer and began typing quickly. The tank came to life, glowing a pale blue. The former SOLDIER's eyes shot open, a deafening scream of pure agony spilling from his mouth. He fought feebly against the straps that restrained his arms and legs.
"Cloud!" Tifa screamed, tears streaming down her face as she struggled against her clone. The young woman's head dropped to the ground, unable to watch the torture her love was being put through, however, avoiding looking at him didn't block out the screams of pain. It was like a knife plunging deep into her heart. Death would be less painful than having to hear that.
Futago's mouth was opened slightly as he watched a figure begining to grow in the tank next to his father. His brother, the great Sephiroth, being reborn. Futago couldn't think of a word to describe his feelings... He felt joy, shock, horror. Joy that he would know his brother, shocked at the creation process, and fear of what was to come. It was indeed an awesome sight.
Cid Highwind couldn't remove his eyes from the scene that was being laid out before him. In all of his years, he has never seen anything like it. He wished he could block all sounds, but that was impossible. The old pilot turned away.
Sonrei watched in awe, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn't know why, nor really cared. Sephiroth was being resurrected. That was all that mattered really. The girl continued to watch as the being began taking form in the tank. Long silverhair, a long slender face, a muscular body. Sephiroth.
Reno could handle the screams of Cloud Strife. Hell, he dealt with that every damned day when he worked for Shinra. He could handle that bastard Hojo gloating about his plans. He could deal with all of it, except for Sephiroth. He remembered staring at Meteor at night, and wondering if he was going to be dead the next day along with the rest of mankind. He remembered the final minutes before Meteor was destroyed . He had contemplated death, even welcomed it in the past, but seeing it staring him in the face had him beyond afraid. He didn't want to live through it again. He didn't want Sonrei to go through that either. The Turk shook his head. He should want to kill her, but he didn't. He hated himself for that, too. He had gone soft.
Hojo watched, an insane grin appearing on his face. He would finally realize his dream. Tonight. The world would fear him. He was indeed the Great Professor Hojo. Gasts' intelligence didn't even compare with his now. He would finally get the respect he deserved. Cloud dropped back to the table, abruptly the torturous screams were gone. All movement had ceased. Silence reigned. Sephiroth had been revived.
Sephiroth's eyes opened slowly. He scanned the area as he brought one hand up and placed it on the glass. His long, silver hair floated around his body. His calm, evil glare landed on the unconsious SOLDIER. An evil smirk made it way onto his face. Quickly, the former war hero ripped his Oxygen mask off and brought his fist down on the fragile glass, instantly breaking it. Blue liquid spilled out across the floor. Sephiroth fell gracefully to the floor. He balanced himself on one knee. His green-blue eyes locked on Futago's, then on Hojo's. The silver haired man stood to his full height.
"Who is that?" Sephiroth's eerily calm voice filled the room.
"It is your clone... His name is Futago."