From the author of
"An Autobiography of Vincent Valentine"
Phoenix Down.
Phantom Wall Devils: A tale of Sephiroth
Part: Sigma
Alef
Sephiroth sat quietly. His legs were gnarled together and were becoming stale. His hair was a fluttering disarray of gray tendrils dancing together in the sighing wind.
He wrapped his arms about his knees, and hugged them tightly.
And as he sat there, in the warm tropical climate, his thoughts fought a bloody battle inside of his head.
'Katrina said her father was sick... and now she's caught it. Her father is on his deathbed, what if SHE dies, too? ...And what she said about me... How... how could she say those things... Those doctors aren't doing a damn thing... a DAMN thing... She has symptoms of mako poisoning... Like I don't know the difference between mako poisoning and the flu!? Does she think that I am stupid...? And I am not-not...'
Sephiroth closed his eyes, and fought back bitter, salty tears.
'I am a general. I shouldn't cry. She didn't mean it... when she said... when she said... When I told her... when I told her that I was beginning to resent... deeply... DEEPLY resent Shin-Ra. Why shouldn't I resent them? I should have a long time ago- for everything that they have done to me. When I was born, Hojo said that my mother, Jenova, died... Who was my father, anyway? And... then SOLDIER- which lead me to become a general, which lead me here, to this cursed existence- this FAME. I can not even SHIT without the media knowing... why I needed to get away. Shin-Ra put a gap between Katrina and I. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't be having these troubles between her and I.'
Sephiroth looked up, and wiped his thin eyes, boiled then in watery tears.
"And she's ill." He whispered out loud to himself as he stood and brushed off the leaves that clung to his coat.
He pulled the collar up on his jacket so it hugged his jaw.
"It's Hojo. It's Hojo, isn't it? And it has always BEEN him..." Sephiroth sighed as he spoke out loud to himself. He felt awkward doing it- but no one was around in the desolate forest outside Mideel.
He needed to get away from Katrina for awhile after the argument.
"Why won't he let me see the files? Does he know... how much... I'm beginning to resent him? What does he have to hide?!" Sephiroth paused, realizing how stupid he must sound if someone WAS listening. It was a probability, paparazzi may have followed him.
Who cares?
He was aloud to talk out loud to himself if he wanted to.
"I sometimes wish that I could destroy Shin-Ra, like they have destroyed me and my life. I wish... that I wasn't famous, that things could be like they used to. Maybe... maybe I should... you know? What do I have to loose anymore. If I could destroy Shin-Ra, I'd start with you, Hojo. You know that? How many lives have you ruined...? I had a rotton childhood because of you. You treated me like a lab expiriment, but I am a MAN- Hojo. Not a test tube. And I'm more of a man than you will ever be. I became a GENERAL... what did you become... and you weren't... you weren't even proud of me..."
Sephiroth stopped.
And sunk down to his knees behind a tree.
The shadow of the tree casted over him,
Like a long, long hallway of darkness.
And Sephiroth couldn't keep himself from weeping,
Weeping,
Weeping,
Weeping,
Bitterly.
He shook,
And cried,
Salty
Tears.
Down,
Down, the tears fell,
Down.
"An Autobiography of Vincent Valentine"
Phoenix Down.
Phantom Wall Devils: A tale of Sephiroth
Part: Sigma
Alef
Sephiroth sat quietly. His legs were gnarled together and were becoming stale. His hair was a fluttering disarray of gray tendrils dancing together in the sighing wind.
He wrapped his arms about his knees, and hugged them tightly.
And as he sat there, in the warm tropical climate, his thoughts fought a bloody battle inside of his head.
'Katrina said her father was sick... and now she's caught it. Her father is on his deathbed, what if SHE dies, too? ...And what she said about me... How... how could she say those things... Those doctors aren't doing a damn thing... a DAMN thing... She has symptoms of mako poisoning... Like I don't know the difference between mako poisoning and the flu!? Does she think that I am stupid...? And I am not-not...'
Sephiroth closed his eyes, and fought back bitter, salty tears.
'I am a general. I shouldn't cry. She didn't mean it... when she said... when she said... When I told her... when I told her that I was beginning to resent... deeply... DEEPLY resent Shin-Ra. Why shouldn't I resent them? I should have a long time ago- for everything that they have done to me. When I was born, Hojo said that my mother, Jenova, died... Who was my father, anyway? And... then SOLDIER- which lead me to become a general, which lead me here, to this cursed existence- this FAME. I can not even SHIT without the media knowing... why I needed to get away. Shin-Ra put a gap between Katrina and I. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't be having these troubles between her and I.'
Sephiroth looked up, and wiped his thin eyes, boiled then in watery tears.
"And she's ill." He whispered out loud to himself as he stood and brushed off the leaves that clung to his coat.
He pulled the collar up on his jacket so it hugged his jaw.
"It's Hojo. It's Hojo, isn't it? And it has always BEEN him..." Sephiroth sighed as he spoke out loud to himself. He felt awkward doing it- but no one was around in the desolate forest outside Mideel.
He needed to get away from Katrina for awhile after the argument.
"Why won't he let me see the files? Does he know... how much... I'm beginning to resent him? What does he have to hide?!" Sephiroth paused, realizing how stupid he must sound if someone WAS listening. It was a probability, paparazzi may have followed him.
Who cares?
He was aloud to talk out loud to himself if he wanted to.
"I sometimes wish that I could destroy Shin-Ra, like they have destroyed me and my life. I wish... that I wasn't famous, that things could be like they used to. Maybe... maybe I should... you know? What do I have to loose anymore. If I could destroy Shin-Ra, I'd start with you, Hojo. You know that? How many lives have you ruined...? I had a rotton childhood because of you. You treated me like a lab expiriment, but I am a MAN- Hojo. Not a test tube. And I'm more of a man than you will ever be. I became a GENERAL... what did you become... and you weren't... you weren't even proud of me..."
Sephiroth stopped.
And sunk down to his knees behind a tree.
The shadow of the tree casted over him,
Like a long, long hallway of darkness.
And Sephiroth couldn't keep himself from weeping,
Weeping,
Weeping,
Weeping,
Bitterly.
He shook,
And cried,
Salty
Tears.
Down,
Down, the tears fell,
Down.