Authors note: Oh hello there! Would you like to hear a story? Well you've clicked on the right thing. ^_^ Okay I think I better lay off the cola at this early in the morning.

Anyways, this is my first AU story so please be nice! Don't let it put you off because its my first AU, I've spent ages trying to plan it out. The first few chapters may be a bit boring cus this chapter and the next is basically introductions.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Squaresoft or any of its characters used in the story.

Nobody can be born evil…nobody

Chapter One

If you pick any plant or animal, they are all the same. They were all made by the same sort of reproductive system, all have a biological family. Imagine that something wasn't made from the same reproductive system, to put it simple, imagine scientists made them in a laboratory. Genetically modified beings. I suppose they would live a bit of a different life if they were needed for something, but wouldn't they still have feelings? Feel pain? Want a family and friends?

If you could create such things, maybe what you create might not want to do exactly what its told and in the end might rebel. Would that make something evil? For doing something that it believes in, for having hope…

I am Squall Leonhart, at first glance you might think of me as an average person. Most people would, but there's a secret that I hide from the rest of the world that burns up inside me. It's not just me hiding the secret, there are others.

If the people around me knew our secret, I don't think they'd even class us as being human. They'd instantly think of us as being evil, forgetting what they would have thought of us before. It's all because of how we were born into this world, its what we are.

Twenty years ago Balamb was on the verge of going to war. Balamb is only a small town and the only protection, a small army of local people, who have no experience or training for war. The government felt that the only solution they had left was to create the soldiers themselves, make killing machines. Scientists worked in a secret laboratory day and night trying to make these soldiers of their own. Finally after months of research they made there first few soldiers, they even looked identical to a human. Ten years passed by where they made these soldiers, young children being taught how to kill everyday of their lives. The oldest soldiers that were ten years of age started to develop their own personality and so decided what they did and didn't want to do. Then soldiers seemed to have decided that they didn't want to be treated like slaves.

The workmen that trained them could no longer control them as they had been made to strong and some people got injured badly.

We all gradually began to develop feelings and no one could control us because the scientists had made us mature to quickly. Nobody could do anything about it, their plan had failed. They set out to make extermination camps where we were to be sent to and killed. Not all of us were killed though, as few of us escaped by fighting our way out of this hell we were living in. Remembering about how they taught us how to kill our enemies.

Some people may call us mutants; it's the name we have developed. We are no longer respectfully called a soldier. People think of us as mutants, evil creatures that kill innocent people. It's not us that made it happen, its them. They made us who we are.

After we escaped we soon found that people did not want us, they were afraid. Some of us were killed because they found out who we really were. In the end we decided to split up and swore never to let anyone know the truth. It was just my older brother and me. He was a year older than me, his name, Seifer. We were all alone and had no place to go.

We were adopted by two wonderful people, Raine and Laguna. They've cared for us ever since, though they have never known the truth about us and I doubt they ever will. The world isn't ready to know the truth.

All of this happened when I was just eight years old, ten years have past since then and I am now eighteen.

Why do people think we're evil? That I can't answer, its just what they were told by the government and they have kept that word in their minds ever since. I know I'm not evil, since the escape I have never hurt anyone; I'm even a doctor so I spend most of my days helping injured people.

I live my life as a normal person; no one must ever know the truth…

Authors note: What do you think? Review! Oh yeah since I share my account with my brother and it only has his email address on it. Mine is saz_uk90@hotmail.com so you can email me if you like. ^_^ review please!