Black She-Waltz
By
Elendil Star-Lover
Sixteen years ago.
Eight-year-old Kuja grunted in disgust at the Genomes milling about following Garland's orders. The white-haired boy followed no one. He had not even listened to Garland when he threw the other one into Gaia. He was his own master and did not await a soul; he had his own and he had his own agenda.
He was, however, regretting that rash decision. That other one could have been useful to this Waltz experiment. However, the past was in the past and no use changing it, even though he was forced to return to his birthplace. Still, a pre-made body would make things simpler, especially if someone else did the work.
SomeTHING. These pitiful, tailed creatures had no souls. Unlike Kuja, despite their appearance, they were no he's or she's. They were its. That wouldn't do, either. His beast needed a soul, merciless and without conscience or fear, yes, but a soul still or it would bite the hand that fed it since it would be designed to kill everything its master told it to, not JUST follow orders.
The eight-year-old super genius strode to the underground lab carefully keeping his eyes blank and his face slack. He let his tail show, too. He remembered the lab well; after all, he had been born there. He knew just what to tell the attendants: Master Garland wants an experiment. Heightened senses, agility, speed, strength, and immunities. Red hair with feathers. Physical age: newborn.
The soulless zombies didn't question the physical characteristics. Kuja knew they wouldn't.
Okay, tell you guys what: if you enjoy this story and like the She-Waltz, I'll make a series out of it. If I get enough review, I'll load in the next chapter and I might be enthused enough to write more on the story, 'kay? As always, talk t the review box, he's lonely.
Sixteen years ago.
Eight-year-old Kuja grunted in disgust at the Genomes milling about following Garland's orders. The white-haired boy followed no one. He had not even listened to Garland when he threw the other one into Gaia. He was his own master and did not await a soul; he had his own and he had his own agenda.
He was, however, regretting that rash decision. That other one could have been useful to this Waltz experiment. However, the past was in the past and no use changing it, even though he was forced to return to his birthplace. Still, a pre-made body would make things simpler, especially if someone else did the work.
SomeTHING. These pitiful, tailed creatures had no souls. Unlike Kuja, despite their appearance, they were no he's or she's. They were its. That wouldn't do, either. His beast needed a soul, merciless and without conscience or fear, yes, but a soul still or it would bite the hand that fed it since it would be designed to kill everything its master told it to, not JUST follow orders.
The eight-year-old super genius strode to the underground lab carefully keeping his eyes blank and his face slack. He let his tail show, too. He remembered the lab well; after all, he had been born there. He knew just what to tell the attendants: Master Garland wants an experiment. Heightened senses, agility, speed, strength, and immunities. Red hair with feathers. Physical age: newborn.
The soulless zombies didn't question the physical characteristics. Kuja knew they wouldn't.
Okay, tell you guys what: if you enjoy this story and like the She-Waltz, I'll make a series out of it. If I get enough review, I'll load in the next chapter and I might be enthused enough to write more on the story, 'kay? As always, talk t the review box, he's lonely.