From the author of
An Autobiography of Vincent Valentine
Phoenix Down.
Part Nu
Chassidut
http://www.inner.org/ (Site to Jewish esoteric archives- more information on Jewish Kabbalahlistic (the true Sefirot) archives and beliefs.)
The five soldiers followed knots and handfuls of other scattered SOLDIERS into Midgar, where, they followed the sounds of angry crowds.
"EQUALITY!" Many of them shouted.
Individual people pushed passed the soldiers- as they headed for the rage filled rally.
Marty pushed one man back, nearly shoving him to the ground.
"Martin. Don't. Don't push, we are here for the crowd. Not just for one guy-" Sephiroth said grimly. He was certainly not looking forward to this mission- people, in numbers, are easily violent- and deadly.
Like sheep with guns.
They knew that, because they were from Shin-Ra- the spark of this rally, that they would be easy targets.
"Hey..." The dark woman soldier tapped Sephiroth on the shoulder.
"What's your name?" She asked shyly.
"Sephiroth." He replied with a slow, insincere smile.
"I'm Shenequa."
"Why the introductions? You didn't talk the whole time in the truck." He slowly raised his voice as they neared the heavy crowds.
"Because-" She said, "You maybe the last guy I talk to- if this gets really bad. Tell Dominic that I love him- if you see him." She raised her face as she looked at him, flashed a thin smile, and took out her riot gear- a giant shield and a baton.
Sephiroth laughed- it seemed the only sensible thing to do. He too, took out his riot gear, and they formed a line around the cesspool of the angry.
Some civilians carried torches- as if they were in a medieval village, others carried guns and fired them into the air.
All were loud, all were chaotic, and all gathered around a tiny makeshift stage, where several men with megaphones were egging on the noise.
There must have been several hundred, perhaps a thousand people there in sector 7.
There were only about fifty riot SOLDIERS there.
When they arrived, and strapped on their gear, a cluster of thirty people began fighting the soldiers.
"Shin-Ra basterds! You're the reason why were living in shit!"
"How can you work for them?!"
Sephiroth didn't reply, to them he was a faceless, inhuman thing. He just tried to humanely keep them subdued. Cloud nearly let off a tear gas bomb to disperse a particularly violent group of people.
Shenequa found a little girl who was nearly crushed as thirteen people rushed, and began fighting each other. She took the girl to safety.
One man was nearly beaten to death.
The air was getting hazy in the crowd; someone let off some sort of bomb, it was hard to tell.
One of the men on the stage with a megaphone caught sight of Sephiroth.
"SHIN-RA asshole! Get the fuck over here, FIGHT ME, FIGHT ME! People in Corel are piss-ass-poor because of assholes like you!"
Sephiroth looked up at the man on stage who was addressing him.
He was middle aged, in torn overalls, and a gray sweater.
His sleeves were rolled up, and on his tanned, hairy, arm, was the number tattooed: 12.
"Sir, get down, and LEAVE this place!!" It was the only thing he could think of- he was required to give a warning before using force- if possible.
"COCKSUCKER!" The man with the megaphone taunted; then he pulled a piece of red materia from his pocket.
Sephiroth immediately recognized the glimpse of the cold red orb; he knew what it was, but where would a civilian get such a thing and know how to use it?
"SIR! Put the materia down!" Sephiroth unlatched his 1st class SOLDIER standard sword from his back. Upon the sword he equipped several pieces of leveled green materia.
He wasn't about to be made a fool of.
He was a SOLDIER, and proud of it.
He could handle this situation, and act appropriately, according to SOLDIER standard procedure.
"SIR! I've given you plenty of warning!"
"Assfucker. You piece of shit, SHIN-RA." The man threw the megaphone aside, and began to summon with the red materia.
"You think you guys can fuck with the people of Midgar, you think that we will live in this shit-hole peacefully, you think you can fuck us in the ass and get away with it! FUCK YOU!"
A woman was accidentally pushed into Sephiroth side, under the hazy chaos of the violent crowd. He caught a glimpse of Shenequa being beaten by three men taking her on.
They were outnumbered.
The man on stage was using a summoning spell.
Sephiroth felt himself becoming panicked.
Blood rushed to his face.
His legs tingled.
Then, adrenaline pumped through his Mako-filled veins; his Jenova cells responded.
Sephiroth lifted his sword. He mastered Fire, Ultima, All, and Destruct.
He lept up onto the platform stage, and kicked the man with the materia in the knee.
The man was nearly complete casting it, but the red orb fell from his fingers as his legs buckled. The man screamed and groaned in pain, grabbing his knee. He didn't see Sephiroth coming.
Sephiroth nabbed the materia, and shoved it into his pocket.
Then, without thinking, acting on pure instinct, he casted freeze on the crowd- using his all materia.
He someone's fist was coming at his face the moment he casted it. It froze in mid air; inches from his nose.
It was eerie. The crowd was suddenly silent.
And the misty haze lingered, spreading her talons around the muddy ground.
Sephiroth looked around, and wiped the cold sweat from his brow. Everything was suddenly so cold- making the haze heavier and rise.
"SEPHIROTH!"
He pushed his long grey hair behind his shoulder. Someone was calling his name from a distance. He slid off the stage, and headed for the voice, wading in-between the frozen statuesque people.
"Seph, what- what did you DO?" Zack pushed his sleeve under his bleeding nose. His lips were swollen, and his black hair was matted. He slowly limped towards Sephiroth.
"Casted freeze. Where's Marty?"
"Got the snot beat out of him over there, you think I'm bad? Dude, he's like, nearly in a coma. I was worried about that black girl in the truck with us, where is she?"
"Shenequa. Her name's Shenequa. She's over there, I was about to get her. Where's-what's-his-name-?"
"Cloud? I don't know where he is."
"I'll get Shenequa- last I saw her she was in trouble. You find Cloud."
"How long will this last?" Zack asked as he nursed his bruised eye.
"Long enough." Sephiroth said as he walked away into the mist.
Zack squinted to see his larger-than-life figure slowly fade into the distance, with his sweat covered long hair wave back like a long banner.
Zack shook his head, and stumbled off to look for Cloud.
It took only moments for Sephiroth to find Shenequa; she a near mangled heap of flesh and uniform under three men; frozen in stance under the act of beating her with bloody, sharp, fists.
Sephiroth pushed them over. They fell, and the ice upon their eyelashes cracked.
He picked up Shenequa, the blood on her face was black and frozen. Her eye seemed swollen. Her teeth were covered in blood.
She struggled to blink when Sephiroth lifted her head.
"Fuckin'... people. Fuckin'... assholes. I fought them. I fought them good. Then, two more came, and they wouldn't STOP... I think I killed that guy over there, Seph..."
He gently hoisted her onto his shoulders.
"They will be awake soon. So, shh... I'm takin' you back to the truck. We are leaving."
"Oh, good. I think my eye hurts. God will forgive me. He will forgive all of us." She said slowly.
Sephiroth carried her, stepping over some cold and crumpled bodies. They were not dead; just out cold. Some were waking up- and looking for their friends. Others just walked off.
They stopped the rally.
Stopped it cold.
"Seph! Was that you who casted 'freeze?'"
"Marty! Zack said you were like, almost dead!" Seph grinned as he stepped over a large woman laying in the grass.
"No, man, that was some other red-headed guy. I got lucky! A tower of garbage fell on this guy who was threatening to kill me."
"Your-kidding..." Sephiroth re-adjusted Shenequa on his shoulders.
"No man. Luck. I'm PURE luck. Zack's over there, hoss. He's getting Cloud."
Cloud was no better off than Marty; a few scratches, a swollen eye. When their unit was safely gathered, they headed back for their truck to go home.
On their way out, Sephiroth stepped over a boy, no older than seventeen, who had a seven tattooed on his arm.
"Smooth one, man. Casting 'freeze.'"
"What's with those tattoos? I saw a few guys with numbers on their arms."
"So? Sometimes numbers mean shit to people, you know."
"Your going to be a HERO, man! They are going to write ARTICALS about you single handedly stopping a raging CROWD, man. You're a going to be a LEDGENDARY swords-man HERO! People will look UP to ya, man!"
"Shut the fuck up, Marty."
An Autobiography of Vincent Valentine
Phoenix Down.
Part Nu
Chassidut
http://www.inner.org/ (Site to Jewish esoteric archives- more information on Jewish Kabbalahlistic (the true Sefirot) archives and beliefs.)
The five soldiers followed knots and handfuls of other scattered SOLDIERS into Midgar, where, they followed the sounds of angry crowds.
"EQUALITY!" Many of them shouted.
Individual people pushed passed the soldiers- as they headed for the rage filled rally.
Marty pushed one man back, nearly shoving him to the ground.
"Martin. Don't. Don't push, we are here for the crowd. Not just for one guy-" Sephiroth said grimly. He was certainly not looking forward to this mission- people, in numbers, are easily violent- and deadly.
Like sheep with guns.
They knew that, because they were from Shin-Ra- the spark of this rally, that they would be easy targets.
"Hey..." The dark woman soldier tapped Sephiroth on the shoulder.
"What's your name?" She asked shyly.
"Sephiroth." He replied with a slow, insincere smile.
"I'm Shenequa."
"Why the introductions? You didn't talk the whole time in the truck." He slowly raised his voice as they neared the heavy crowds.
"Because-" She said, "You maybe the last guy I talk to- if this gets really bad. Tell Dominic that I love him- if you see him." She raised her face as she looked at him, flashed a thin smile, and took out her riot gear- a giant shield and a baton.
Sephiroth laughed- it seemed the only sensible thing to do. He too, took out his riot gear, and they formed a line around the cesspool of the angry.
Some civilians carried torches- as if they were in a medieval village, others carried guns and fired them into the air.
All were loud, all were chaotic, and all gathered around a tiny makeshift stage, where several men with megaphones were egging on the noise.
There must have been several hundred, perhaps a thousand people there in sector 7.
There were only about fifty riot SOLDIERS there.
When they arrived, and strapped on their gear, a cluster of thirty people began fighting the soldiers.
"Shin-Ra basterds! You're the reason why were living in shit!"
"How can you work for them?!"
Sephiroth didn't reply, to them he was a faceless, inhuman thing. He just tried to humanely keep them subdued. Cloud nearly let off a tear gas bomb to disperse a particularly violent group of people.
Shenequa found a little girl who was nearly crushed as thirteen people rushed, and began fighting each other. She took the girl to safety.
One man was nearly beaten to death.
The air was getting hazy in the crowd; someone let off some sort of bomb, it was hard to tell.
One of the men on the stage with a megaphone caught sight of Sephiroth.
"SHIN-RA asshole! Get the fuck over here, FIGHT ME, FIGHT ME! People in Corel are piss-ass-poor because of assholes like you!"
Sephiroth looked up at the man on stage who was addressing him.
He was middle aged, in torn overalls, and a gray sweater.
His sleeves were rolled up, and on his tanned, hairy, arm, was the number tattooed: 12.
"Sir, get down, and LEAVE this place!!" It was the only thing he could think of- he was required to give a warning before using force- if possible.
"COCKSUCKER!" The man with the megaphone taunted; then he pulled a piece of red materia from his pocket.
Sephiroth immediately recognized the glimpse of the cold red orb; he knew what it was, but where would a civilian get such a thing and know how to use it?
"SIR! Put the materia down!" Sephiroth unlatched his 1st class SOLDIER standard sword from his back. Upon the sword he equipped several pieces of leveled green materia.
He wasn't about to be made a fool of.
He was a SOLDIER, and proud of it.
He could handle this situation, and act appropriately, according to SOLDIER standard procedure.
"SIR! I've given you plenty of warning!"
"Assfucker. You piece of shit, SHIN-RA." The man threw the megaphone aside, and began to summon with the red materia.
"You think you guys can fuck with the people of Midgar, you think that we will live in this shit-hole peacefully, you think you can fuck us in the ass and get away with it! FUCK YOU!"
A woman was accidentally pushed into Sephiroth side, under the hazy chaos of the violent crowd. He caught a glimpse of Shenequa being beaten by three men taking her on.
They were outnumbered.
The man on stage was using a summoning spell.
Sephiroth felt himself becoming panicked.
Blood rushed to his face.
His legs tingled.
Then, adrenaline pumped through his Mako-filled veins; his Jenova cells responded.
Sephiroth lifted his sword. He mastered Fire, Ultima, All, and Destruct.
He lept up onto the platform stage, and kicked the man with the materia in the knee.
The man was nearly complete casting it, but the red orb fell from his fingers as his legs buckled. The man screamed and groaned in pain, grabbing his knee. He didn't see Sephiroth coming.
Sephiroth nabbed the materia, and shoved it into his pocket.
Then, without thinking, acting on pure instinct, he casted freeze on the crowd- using his all materia.
He someone's fist was coming at his face the moment he casted it. It froze in mid air; inches from his nose.
It was eerie. The crowd was suddenly silent.
And the misty haze lingered, spreading her talons around the muddy ground.
Sephiroth looked around, and wiped the cold sweat from his brow. Everything was suddenly so cold- making the haze heavier and rise.
"SEPHIROTH!"
He pushed his long grey hair behind his shoulder. Someone was calling his name from a distance. He slid off the stage, and headed for the voice, wading in-between the frozen statuesque people.
"Seph, what- what did you DO?" Zack pushed his sleeve under his bleeding nose. His lips were swollen, and his black hair was matted. He slowly limped towards Sephiroth.
"Casted freeze. Where's Marty?"
"Got the snot beat out of him over there, you think I'm bad? Dude, he's like, nearly in a coma. I was worried about that black girl in the truck with us, where is she?"
"Shenequa. Her name's Shenequa. She's over there, I was about to get her. Where's-what's-his-name-?"
"Cloud? I don't know where he is."
"I'll get Shenequa- last I saw her she was in trouble. You find Cloud."
"How long will this last?" Zack asked as he nursed his bruised eye.
"Long enough." Sephiroth said as he walked away into the mist.
Zack squinted to see his larger-than-life figure slowly fade into the distance, with his sweat covered long hair wave back like a long banner.
Zack shook his head, and stumbled off to look for Cloud.
It took only moments for Sephiroth to find Shenequa; she a near mangled heap of flesh and uniform under three men; frozen in stance under the act of beating her with bloody, sharp, fists.
Sephiroth pushed them over. They fell, and the ice upon their eyelashes cracked.
He picked up Shenequa, the blood on her face was black and frozen. Her eye seemed swollen. Her teeth were covered in blood.
She struggled to blink when Sephiroth lifted her head.
"Fuckin'... people. Fuckin'... assholes. I fought them. I fought them good. Then, two more came, and they wouldn't STOP... I think I killed that guy over there, Seph..."
He gently hoisted her onto his shoulders.
"They will be awake soon. So, shh... I'm takin' you back to the truck. We are leaving."
"Oh, good. I think my eye hurts. God will forgive me. He will forgive all of us." She said slowly.
Sephiroth carried her, stepping over some cold and crumpled bodies. They were not dead; just out cold. Some were waking up- and looking for their friends. Others just walked off.
They stopped the rally.
Stopped it cold.
"Seph! Was that you who casted 'freeze?'"
"Marty! Zack said you were like, almost dead!" Seph grinned as he stepped over a large woman laying in the grass.
"No, man, that was some other red-headed guy. I got lucky! A tower of garbage fell on this guy who was threatening to kill me."
"Your-kidding..." Sephiroth re-adjusted Shenequa on his shoulders.
"No man. Luck. I'm PURE luck. Zack's over there, hoss. He's getting Cloud."
Cloud was no better off than Marty; a few scratches, a swollen eye. When their unit was safely gathered, they headed back for their truck to go home.
On their way out, Sephiroth stepped over a boy, no older than seventeen, who had a seven tattooed on his arm.
"Smooth one, man. Casting 'freeze.'"
"What's with those tattoos? I saw a few guys with numbers on their arms."
"So? Sometimes numbers mean shit to people, you know."
"Your going to be a HERO, man! They are going to write ARTICALS about you single handedly stopping a raging CROWD, man. You're a going to be a LEDGENDARY swords-man HERO! People will look UP to ya, man!"
"Shut the fuck up, Marty."