"Now Anna begins stage 2" lectured Hojo "the killing of humans". Anna meekly nodded "he did well with the animals" she noted. "Of course, they are inferior life forms," snorted Hojo, "this test is more difficult, the killing of your own species on command". Movement on the screen attracted Hojo's attention. "Ah my protégé awakes".
Sephiroth awoke on his back in a large cell. Feeling cold he realised he was wearing only a pair of combat trousers. Groaning the shivering child rose to his feet and looked about. It was a large white room with a table to his left, a door to his right and a CCTV camera facing him. "Hojo are you there?" tested Sephiroth.
"So you decided to join us at long last", mocked Hojo through a hidden speaker. "We have prepared another lesson for you". "Turn and face the table, on it you will find a switchblade, pick it up and wait" ordered the scientist. The camera followed Sephiroth as he shuffled over to the table and palmed the knife.
In the small observation room Hojo spun to his left, away from the wall of monitors, to his assistant. "Anna, wheel in the expendable," commanded Hojo quietly. 'Hm. A bit too eager' he thought as he watched her run out of the room.
The door to the cell slid open. Anna quickly shoved a kneeling homeless man tied to a trolley into the room and shut the door. Sephiroth rotated round to stare at the old man. "Kill him," instructed Hojo "this man is nothing and is my enemy. If you love me Sephiroth you will kill this pathetic creature". Sephiroth nodded slowly and advanced on the hysterical male. "But I never did anything wrong! Please kid don't! Nooo..." the mans cries broke down into gurgles as Sephiroth stood on his tip toes and slit his stubbly throat. "Shhhh" whispered the albino child as he wiped the blood off of his face "its better this way".
The bloodied child walked into the centre of the room and looked down. Blood marred his silver hair and khakis. Dark blood congealed in a small lake surrounding the island that was the dead bum. "Is that ok dad?" he whimpered. Hojo's pride was visible as he spoke " Yes son you did well, now daddy can make sure the bad men treat you better."
Hojo placed his hand over the microphone and spoke to Anna "release the sleeping gas, and clean up the mess". Waiting until after his docile assistant left Hojo retrieved Sephiroth's file. 'Stage 2 a success. Manipulating subject through traditional paternal authority and psychological conditioning' was silently added to the growing bulk of the brown folder.
Sephiroth awoke on his back in a large cell. Feeling cold he realised he was wearing only a pair of combat trousers. Groaning the shivering child rose to his feet and looked about. It was a large white room with a table to his left, a door to his right and a CCTV camera facing him. "Hojo are you there?" tested Sephiroth.
"So you decided to join us at long last", mocked Hojo through a hidden speaker. "We have prepared another lesson for you". "Turn and face the table, on it you will find a switchblade, pick it up and wait" ordered the scientist. The camera followed Sephiroth as he shuffled over to the table and palmed the knife.
In the small observation room Hojo spun to his left, away from the wall of monitors, to his assistant. "Anna, wheel in the expendable," commanded Hojo quietly. 'Hm. A bit too eager' he thought as he watched her run out of the room.
The door to the cell slid open. Anna quickly shoved a kneeling homeless man tied to a trolley into the room and shut the door. Sephiroth rotated round to stare at the old man. "Kill him," instructed Hojo "this man is nothing and is my enemy. If you love me Sephiroth you will kill this pathetic creature". Sephiroth nodded slowly and advanced on the hysterical male. "But I never did anything wrong! Please kid don't! Nooo..." the mans cries broke down into gurgles as Sephiroth stood on his tip toes and slit his stubbly throat. "Shhhh" whispered the albino child as he wiped the blood off of his face "its better this way".
The bloodied child walked into the centre of the room and looked down. Blood marred his silver hair and khakis. Dark blood congealed in a small lake surrounding the island that was the dead bum. "Is that ok dad?" he whimpered. Hojo's pride was visible as he spoke " Yes son you did well, now daddy can make sure the bad men treat you better."
Hojo placed his hand over the microphone and spoke to Anna "release the sleeping gas, and clean up the mess". Waiting until after his docile assistant left Hojo retrieved Sephiroth's file. 'Stage 2 a success. Manipulating subject through traditional paternal authority and psychological conditioning' was silently added to the growing bulk of the brown folder.