From the author of
"An Autobiography of Vincent Valentine"
Phoenix Down.
Phantom Wall Devils: A tale of Sephiroth
Part: Rho
Biet
It's a Sunday afternoon. It's my favorite time in the week. There is something comfortable, safe, and lazy about Sunday afternoons.
I know it is a Sunday, because I asked Jon, and he told me to look at the calendar; he X's off the days as they pass.
It's the month of Rho.
It's the 12th day.
I think it's been like, two- three months since I've been to my apartment. Shit. Time flies, doesn't it?
It's been a half a year since I've gone to work.
I didn't know that time has been THAT displaced with me since this Sephiroth thing began.
He keeps telling me to follow him into that hallway.
I never go.
I think that if I went, that would be the end.
It's the unknown, you know?
Maybe it wouldn't be the end if I went.
It's the fact that I DON'T KNOW that bothers me. That's why I don't go.
The hallway itself is alive... The darkness in it shifts.
It breathes.
It leaves.
Then it comes back.
Those red eyes... those red eyes that I have met twice- and the sad, sad voice that follows. The red eyes knows Sephiroth, and Lucrecia... you know who that could be?
Boy. That's a no brainer.
What-the-fuck-was-his-name...
I have the article saved somewhere, when Cloud and his buddies saved the world from the meter, five and a half years ago... It was in the papers everywhere.
One of the heroes disappeared somewhere, no one's heard from him.
His name was like, I don't know, Lazlo, something weird.
Vincent.
That was it.
Valentine. That has to be him, come to think of it.
Those red eyes.
Valentine knows that Sephiroth has been coming to visit me, does he?
I wonder how he knows.
I better get off the sofa.
I rolled off the sofa, and put on a shirt. The wooden floor boards are cold against my bare feet. They bit me as I walked.
I went through my Sephiroth tapes, and my box of shit that I never unpacked. I've been living with my buddy, Jon, for months now, and I haven't hardly unpacked.
In a small leather bound photo album, I found the worn article about Cloud and his friends saving the world.
They were on the front page of every paper.
There has been follow-up articles- since.
They are all folk heroes. Only one of them have there been hardly any press at all.
He was known as a recluse, an oddity, and a mysterious, sexy-single.
But no one knows where he is, now-a-days.
Tifa returned to her hometown, Cloud bought a villa in Costa del Sol, Cid went back to rocket town, Red13 also returned to his home in Cosmo Canyon, Yuffie went at first to her home in Wutai- but later left to hunt for materia, Vincent was said to have been seen in the old Shin-Ra mansion- (but no one knew for sure. The man who was said to have seen him said only that he saw, 'a creature with red eyes and a claw.' The man was drunk at the time.) Barret retired with his little girl in Kalm...
Kalm, really? I thought... Maybe I could find him and ask him if he knew anything about a man with red eyes. I swear, those eyes... It has to be Valentine warning me about Sephiroth.
What is it his business, anyway?
The article leaves Valentine unaccounted for.
He is out there, somewhere.
Come and find me, mother fucker, and warn me again about how I shouldn't be talking with the dead general.
I put the articals away. I fondled with the idea for a moment about going out to find one of these heroes. Once Sephiroth is finished with telling me his story, it will make my jurnalism carreer again.
Yeah. That's why I'm doing it.
I'll show all you mother fuckers how great of a writer I am.
Fuck you, Vincent Valentine. Keep your crazy monster ass away from me.
I'll follow Sephiroth down his hallway if I damn well want to.
As I lifted the box, underneith it on the floor was a small scratched symbolic marking.
It was a small, crude, drawing of a one-winged-angel.
I licked my finger, and tried to rub it away; but it was of no use, it was deeply etched on the floor.
I uttered to myself... that Jon would kill me if he saw scratches on the hard wood floor.
Then, I paused, and realized that was not normal- how did it get there?
I sure as hell didn't draw it. It appeared as I lifted up the box.
Oh well.
Weird shit happens, especilly to me.
I pulled the rug and laid it ontop of the scratch marks.
Then, I stood, and went to the bathroom to piss.
The warm Sunday air sighed as it sank into my lungs and pressed through my pores.
I thought about my ex-girlfriend again- how similar it was to Sephiroth's Katrina.
All the shit that went down. How I still missed her. How I still remembered her phone number after so many years.
I wondered if it still was her phone number, and how too chicken I was to really find out.
Sometimes I pick up the phone with the intent on calling her.
"...Please hang up, and try again." The voice repeats over and over.
Then, I hang up- having not dialed a single diget.
Sephiroth and I are so simliar. I wonder if he knows. It scares me.
He reminds me of me.
I wonder if I... no...
If I went off the deep end like him... like he did?
Then, I went back to bed, lying there awake- waiting for the hallway to appear again.
"An Autobiography of Vincent Valentine"
Phoenix Down.
Phantom Wall Devils: A tale of Sephiroth
Part: Rho
Biet
It's a Sunday afternoon. It's my favorite time in the week. There is something comfortable, safe, and lazy about Sunday afternoons.
I know it is a Sunday, because I asked Jon, and he told me to look at the calendar; he X's off the days as they pass.
It's the month of Rho.
It's the 12th day.
I think it's been like, two- three months since I've been to my apartment. Shit. Time flies, doesn't it?
It's been a half a year since I've gone to work.
I didn't know that time has been THAT displaced with me since this Sephiroth thing began.
He keeps telling me to follow him into that hallway.
I never go.
I think that if I went, that would be the end.
It's the unknown, you know?
Maybe it wouldn't be the end if I went.
It's the fact that I DON'T KNOW that bothers me. That's why I don't go.
The hallway itself is alive... The darkness in it shifts.
It breathes.
It leaves.
Then it comes back.
Those red eyes... those red eyes that I have met twice- and the sad, sad voice that follows. The red eyes knows Sephiroth, and Lucrecia... you know who that could be?
Boy. That's a no brainer.
What-the-fuck-was-his-name...
I have the article saved somewhere, when Cloud and his buddies saved the world from the meter, five and a half years ago... It was in the papers everywhere.
One of the heroes disappeared somewhere, no one's heard from him.
His name was like, I don't know, Lazlo, something weird.
Vincent.
That was it.
Valentine. That has to be him, come to think of it.
Those red eyes.
Valentine knows that Sephiroth has been coming to visit me, does he?
I wonder how he knows.
I better get off the sofa.
I rolled off the sofa, and put on a shirt. The wooden floor boards are cold against my bare feet. They bit me as I walked.
I went through my Sephiroth tapes, and my box of shit that I never unpacked. I've been living with my buddy, Jon, for months now, and I haven't hardly unpacked.
In a small leather bound photo album, I found the worn article about Cloud and his friends saving the world.
They were on the front page of every paper.
There has been follow-up articles- since.
They are all folk heroes. Only one of them have there been hardly any press at all.
He was known as a recluse, an oddity, and a mysterious, sexy-single.
But no one knows where he is, now-a-days.
Tifa returned to her hometown, Cloud bought a villa in Costa del Sol, Cid went back to rocket town, Red13 also returned to his home in Cosmo Canyon, Yuffie went at first to her home in Wutai- but later left to hunt for materia, Vincent was said to have been seen in the old Shin-Ra mansion- (but no one knew for sure. The man who was said to have seen him said only that he saw, 'a creature with red eyes and a claw.' The man was drunk at the time.) Barret retired with his little girl in Kalm...
Kalm, really? I thought... Maybe I could find him and ask him if he knew anything about a man with red eyes. I swear, those eyes... It has to be Valentine warning me about Sephiroth.
What is it his business, anyway?
The article leaves Valentine unaccounted for.
He is out there, somewhere.
Come and find me, mother fucker, and warn me again about how I shouldn't be talking with the dead general.
I put the articals away. I fondled with the idea for a moment about going out to find one of these heroes. Once Sephiroth is finished with telling me his story, it will make my jurnalism carreer again.
Yeah. That's why I'm doing it.
I'll show all you mother fuckers how great of a writer I am.
Fuck you, Vincent Valentine. Keep your crazy monster ass away from me.
I'll follow Sephiroth down his hallway if I damn well want to.
As I lifted the box, underneith it on the floor was a small scratched symbolic marking.
It was a small, crude, drawing of a one-winged-angel.
I licked my finger, and tried to rub it away; but it was of no use, it was deeply etched on the floor.
I uttered to myself... that Jon would kill me if he saw scratches on the hard wood floor.
Then, I paused, and realized that was not normal- how did it get there?
I sure as hell didn't draw it. It appeared as I lifted up the box.
Oh well.
Weird shit happens, especilly to me.
I pulled the rug and laid it ontop of the scratch marks.
Then, I stood, and went to the bathroom to piss.
The warm Sunday air sighed as it sank into my lungs and pressed through my pores.
I thought about my ex-girlfriend again- how similar it was to Sephiroth's Katrina.
All the shit that went down. How I still missed her. How I still remembered her phone number after so many years.
I wondered if it still was her phone number, and how too chicken I was to really find out.
Sometimes I pick up the phone with the intent on calling her.
"...Please hang up, and try again." The voice repeats over and over.
Then, I hang up- having not dialed a single diget.
Sephiroth and I are so simliar. I wonder if he knows. It scares me.
He reminds me of me.
I wonder if I... no...
If I went off the deep end like him... like he did?
Then, I went back to bed, lying there awake- waiting for the hallway to appear again.