I did not invent Final Fantasy 7, damn.
How It Should Be
Chapter 2
Cloud's body twitched. His face was a wash of surging blood as his heart jumped back into its rhythmic cycle, monotonous and life giving. First he felt the pain. Then he smelled a familiar smell. He rubbed his hands through his hair and stretched out on the floor, thrusting his pelvis into the air. Then he remembered the fear, the moments leading up to his death and wondered whether he was now, actually, dead. Then he took a yawning breath and realised what that smell was, mako. He opened his eyes and remembered the rows of pods and gassing pipes well. The portholes glowed electric blue and the rusting steps ran upwards in front of him. He saw the open door, the door leading to the source. The door leading to the beginning and the end. Jenova's chamber. Cloud pushed himself off the floor, turned around, glanced back and ran for the exit. Cloud saw a bright white flash from behind his eyes; he could see his face, indifferently evil. He heard his voice in his head. 'Puppet.' He said teasingly. Cloud could no longer feel his body. 'You didn't think I'd let you get away? After all the trouble I went through killing your friends.' He laughed maliciously. 'I say trouble.' He laughed again. 'You killed me.' 'You think I cannot repair the malady of death? Life is not as fragile as people think. Considering how people can take it so easily I wonder how they still survive on this planet, not for much longer.' 'I don't understand.' 'Puppets aren't designed for understanding, puppets are designed to do as they are told.' Cloud felt a searing pain stream through his mind, he could feel Sephiroth's pleasure and even with all the pain and anger inside of him, he smiled. The same, heartless smile. 'I am not a puppet!' The pain returned, his smile became more and more evilly sadistic. 'Oh but you are, allow me to demonstrate.' Cloud's vision returned. He was standing in the chamber again. As he peered around he caught a movement in the corner of his eye. He tried to turn but he could not. His body was petrified. He saw the movement again. His hand moved into his field of view, though he did not tell his hand to do so. The hand wiggled its fingers, then reached over his shoulder. When it returned into his view it was wielding Cloud's sword. He tried to widen his eyes with horror, but it seemed even this was too difficult a task for Cloud's body to achieve. He turned to face one of the pods. The arm wielding the sword swung backwards out of view and swung back with frightening speed and was brought slicing across the pods casing. Mako gas billowed out from the gash and the monster within stirred. The door swung open and the monster descended. It was shocking blue with tresses of golden red hair streaming down its back. Its body was twisted in pure muscle mass and its movement was strong and graceful. It turned to Cloud and gave him a ravaging look of pure anger. Cloud wanted to run, Cloud wanted to close his eyes and wake up and see Tifa's happy face. He wanted to hear Barretts atrocious language and pretend not to see Yuffie getting up to mischief, so he could cleverly counteract her later. But he couldn't close his eyes, except for when they blinked, like automatic shutters carrying out a job militantly and precisely, without natural instinct or control. He watched from his vantage point behind his eyes, through his window to the outside world, Clouds body fought the monster with amazing power and strength. He slashed at the monsters face repeatedly and spitefully. The monster flailed and screamed. Cloud repeated his onslaught with supernatural strength and cruelty. The monster fell backwards holding its face. Cloud hacked its hands clean off and watched as bright turquoise blood spouted from the stumps like a hideous fountain. 'You see puppet? You see what you do?' Said Sephiroth's cruel voice, excitable and ghastly. 'Enough.' The sword was brought down, piercing the creature's heart with repulsive ease. White light consumed Clouds vision once more. 'What do you want?' Cloud asked angrily. 'The beginning and the end. The apocalypse and rebirth of the planet. I want the ultimate power, the power of the planets and I need one thing to bring this event to pass. Black Materia.' Sephiroth paused for a moment. 'Of course I have other puppets. Hojo provided me with more than enough. Its just your blind hope amuses me. A puppet pretending to be a real boy.' Sephiroth laughed again, inevitably. 'Do you feel sorry for your friends death?' Cloud thought back to the scene at the inn. Their lifeless eyes staring into space, the fear. 'Of course you don't feel sorrow, guilt, love or pain. You act sorrow, guilt, love and pain because it is what you are told to do.' Cloud heard movement in front of him, though it seemed far off and tremendously close at the same time. 'Mother is impatient, we must go.' Cloud saw the distorted face of Jenova, her presence was overwhelming. Cloud felt a great love for her, a feel of complete loyalty and devotion, whilst feeling immense hatred for bringing such death to the world. The death of the Cetra and the birth of Sephiroth's power. Cloud finally blacked out.
How It Should Be
Chapter 2
Cloud's body twitched. His face was a wash of surging blood as his heart jumped back into its rhythmic cycle, monotonous and life giving. First he felt the pain. Then he smelled a familiar smell. He rubbed his hands through his hair and stretched out on the floor, thrusting his pelvis into the air. Then he remembered the fear, the moments leading up to his death and wondered whether he was now, actually, dead. Then he took a yawning breath and realised what that smell was, mako. He opened his eyes and remembered the rows of pods and gassing pipes well. The portholes glowed electric blue and the rusting steps ran upwards in front of him. He saw the open door, the door leading to the source. The door leading to the beginning and the end. Jenova's chamber. Cloud pushed himself off the floor, turned around, glanced back and ran for the exit. Cloud saw a bright white flash from behind his eyes; he could see his face, indifferently evil. He heard his voice in his head. 'Puppet.' He said teasingly. Cloud could no longer feel his body. 'You didn't think I'd let you get away? After all the trouble I went through killing your friends.' He laughed maliciously. 'I say trouble.' He laughed again. 'You killed me.' 'You think I cannot repair the malady of death? Life is not as fragile as people think. Considering how people can take it so easily I wonder how they still survive on this planet, not for much longer.' 'I don't understand.' 'Puppets aren't designed for understanding, puppets are designed to do as they are told.' Cloud felt a searing pain stream through his mind, he could feel Sephiroth's pleasure and even with all the pain and anger inside of him, he smiled. The same, heartless smile. 'I am not a puppet!' The pain returned, his smile became more and more evilly sadistic. 'Oh but you are, allow me to demonstrate.' Cloud's vision returned. He was standing in the chamber again. As he peered around he caught a movement in the corner of his eye. He tried to turn but he could not. His body was petrified. He saw the movement again. His hand moved into his field of view, though he did not tell his hand to do so. The hand wiggled its fingers, then reached over his shoulder. When it returned into his view it was wielding Cloud's sword. He tried to widen his eyes with horror, but it seemed even this was too difficult a task for Cloud's body to achieve. He turned to face one of the pods. The arm wielding the sword swung backwards out of view and swung back with frightening speed and was brought slicing across the pods casing. Mako gas billowed out from the gash and the monster within stirred. The door swung open and the monster descended. It was shocking blue with tresses of golden red hair streaming down its back. Its body was twisted in pure muscle mass and its movement was strong and graceful. It turned to Cloud and gave him a ravaging look of pure anger. Cloud wanted to run, Cloud wanted to close his eyes and wake up and see Tifa's happy face. He wanted to hear Barretts atrocious language and pretend not to see Yuffie getting up to mischief, so he could cleverly counteract her later. But he couldn't close his eyes, except for when they blinked, like automatic shutters carrying out a job militantly and precisely, without natural instinct or control. He watched from his vantage point behind his eyes, through his window to the outside world, Clouds body fought the monster with amazing power and strength. He slashed at the monsters face repeatedly and spitefully. The monster flailed and screamed. Cloud repeated his onslaught with supernatural strength and cruelty. The monster fell backwards holding its face. Cloud hacked its hands clean off and watched as bright turquoise blood spouted from the stumps like a hideous fountain. 'You see puppet? You see what you do?' Said Sephiroth's cruel voice, excitable and ghastly. 'Enough.' The sword was brought down, piercing the creature's heart with repulsive ease. White light consumed Clouds vision once more. 'What do you want?' Cloud asked angrily. 'The beginning and the end. The apocalypse and rebirth of the planet. I want the ultimate power, the power of the planets and I need one thing to bring this event to pass. Black Materia.' Sephiroth paused for a moment. 'Of course I have other puppets. Hojo provided me with more than enough. Its just your blind hope amuses me. A puppet pretending to be a real boy.' Sephiroth laughed again, inevitably. 'Do you feel sorry for your friends death?' Cloud thought back to the scene at the inn. Their lifeless eyes staring into space, the fear. 'Of course you don't feel sorrow, guilt, love or pain. You act sorrow, guilt, love and pain because it is what you are told to do.' Cloud heard movement in front of him, though it seemed far off and tremendously close at the same time. 'Mother is impatient, we must go.' Cloud saw the distorted face of Jenova, her presence was overwhelming. Cloud felt a great love for her, a feel of complete loyalty and devotion, whilst feeling immense hatred for bringing such death to the world. The death of the Cetra and the birth of Sephiroth's power. Cloud finally blacked out.
