Final Fantasy 7 Remix (I guess I'm starting over.)
Disclaimer: Please do not sue me, I do not own these characters, places, etc. belong to Squaresoft. Also I am but a lowly fanfic writer and as such have no real money. It would probably cost you more to sue me than you would get out of it. So in summary, not my characters, suing me bad.
Author's notes: Yeah, we've been through this all ready, right? Well, technically we have but I was being constantly thrown into a stale-mate with the original Final Fantasy Remix (isn't that a pun?) so I decided that I'd overhaul the beginning chapters, make sure they were error free/coherent and then start off. about chapter fifteen. I didn't like what I did to Sephiroth and Tifa's characters then and I sure as hell didn't like what I did to their characters in chapters after that. a.k.a. chapter .what was it? Nineteen? Well I'm cutting off the dying end and revitalizing the still fresh root, I'll make this fanfic shine even if it kills me.
Cloud yawned stretching his arms out lazily as he lay on the ground. It had been a boring day as usual in Nibelheim. The clouds were passing by making no real impression on the sky, or what it looked like. Cloud didn't want to be like that. He wanted adventure, action, and danger, not cooped up in some dumb village like his mother wanted. If life is worth living then life was worth exploring too.
Cloud finally sat up and stared straight at the door of the "ShinRa Mansion." Legend had it that twenty years ago some people from Shinra came to the abandoned mansion to oversee the building of the reactor, and that itself didn't sound too scary. The only thing was, of the five that came only four left. Everyone wondered about the fifth person, but no one asked, they had been too afraid of being promptly answered by ShinRa's secret police. At least that's what he heard, but he wasn't even born back then. Cloud pulled himself up, and yawned once more, he was going to find out what happened to that fifth man, the one the old folks in town called Vincent.
Cloud still had some hours of daylight left but he thought it would be best to bring a flashlight, because it could get dark in there quickly. He opened the door and a blast of moldy air hit him, he had to suppress the urge to run and gag, no matter how many times he walked through that door the pungent smell never seemed to fade. He trained his sights on the stairs twenty feet ahead of him. He had searched the lower area before and found nothing special, now he was going to go upstairs. Taking careful steps he tested the stairs to see if they would support his weight, seeing they did he crept up the stairs into the unknown.
Cloud turned to the left first because it was still bright there. He tiptoed to the right room, nothing here but a safe with a memo on it that said, "Find my combination and unlock me three!" Cloud guessed there was three numbers in the combination but he only found two looking around the room, obviously the person who wrote the riddle didn't have a single clue how to hide scratches in the wall, of course the first two were the easiest the last one proved to be more difficult, no matter how many things he looked under and around he couldn't seem to find that last damn number.
Cloud didn't feel like guessing it so he left for another room, it might be in there. He went directly across the hall to the next room, opening the door slowly he peered in, it was just a bedroom nothing special, so what had went on in this bedroom twenty years ago, what had happened that made four come out instead of five? His only answer might be what is in that safe. Closing the door he went into the last room at the end of the hallway. This time the ceiling was collapsed shattered roofing and strangely still healthy plants in broken pots were everywhere. He turned to leave when something caught his eye. It was a number scratched into the floor. Smiling Cloud left the room and went back to that safe.
Cloud looked at the safe again, it looked the same, it still had the same cheery message on the notepad, but something was different. Cloud built up his resolve, "must be nothing," he thought. He quickly unlocked the safe and opened it. For a minute he cringed, thinking some huge scary monster with two heads was going to come out and bash him to bits, but nothing, just a key and some pieces of paper. Cloud picked up the paper it was. a letter.
"Dear reader, I'm writing this out of guilt. Lucrecia, Zack, Sephiroth, Vincent, and I went to this house for reasons other than overseeing the reactors building. We came here to do experiments on living beings, human beings, with the cells of Jenova. Jenova was an Ancient, from around five thousand years ago, when the last of the Ancients went extinct. We came here to replicate an Ancient's powers using Jenova's cells. The three tested were Zack, Sephiroth, and Vincent. We choose them because they were the best of the best. The strongest and most willing to endure the tests, but it didn't come out the way we expected. Something went horribly, horribly wrong. The cells of Jenova had not given them the powers of the Ancients like we had expected, to our horror all it did was destroy their mental patterns to make it look like they had been swimming in a vat of Mako for about a year, none of them arose from their twisted dreams at first. But, just when all hope was lost, and we were about to pack up and leave, Sephiroth awoke. Lucrecia was present at the time but I was packing so I never saw it, she said Sephiroth called her name weakly and asked for some water. But when I went in Sephiroth was pacing the room frantically for reasons he never told me and to this day I still don't know. When I asked him about what went on during the time he was in the coma and all he said he could recall was voices. Then I got excited thinking that we had done it, I asked him what they said, what they had sounded like. When Sephiroth told me though my face went pale. All they did was moan and plead for help, he told me they sounded like they were dying of some horrible disease, and Sephiroth had said the disease's name was. Jenova, he remembered the voices cursing Jenova's name. A few days after that Vincent awoke, but told me he didn't hear anything, just inky blackness that surrounded him but no sound. Zack never woke up during our stay. After Vincent regained consciousness we started to see changes in Sephiroth's personality. He grew cold and distant. Vincent didn't seem to change though, not mentally, but physically when agitated. You'd have to see it for yourself. Eventually, Sephiroth warmed up again and talked about more people like him and Vincent. But Vincent was steadfastly against it, he said that after his experience he felt like we were toying with things we couldn't fully comprehend, he called it, "meddling with God's work." He was right. Sephiroth eventually convinced me that Vincent had to be eliminated, but I couldn't stand the thought of killing him so I put him in suspended animation. He's behind the bookshelf, in the room down this hallway to the right, he's in the basement, in the locked room. Please, tell him I'm sorry. - Hojo, the password is 2639."
Cloud couldn't believe it. The mighty Sephiroth was here, vanquisher of Wutai, then, he thought if this were true then. Sephiroth isn't the great guy he's cracked up to be. He had to ask Vincent, to see what he knows. Cloud took the key and went to the bookshelf, he looked at it, but didn't see anyway of opening it.
It had been hours since his last break and Cloud was getting angry. He had looked for what seemed like years to find a switch or something. Finally about ready to give up he kicked the shelf. He watched a single book fall down and the shelf miraculously slide up, sometimes, he felt like someone up there was laughing at him.
The stairway down was spiraled and it lead to only darkness it seemed. He almost thought of going home and coming back tomorrow when it was daylight, but the mystery compelled him to go forward. Cloud flicked on his flashlight and went down.
The stairs weren't as bad as the place they led to. It looked straight out of a B horror movie, skeletons everywhere, bats, and even dirt as a floor. He looked around, searching for a door. He found it, locked as Hojo said it was. He turned the key, took a big breath, opened the door and stepped in.
The room wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. Some coffins on the ground, but otherwise relatively clean. Then he saw it, a huge metal tomb with circuits jutting out this way and that. Cloud then saw him; he was tall, probably about six feet but that wall about all he could tell about him, the green glass smeared what he looked like. Cloud looked for a lever of something but found a keypad instead. Cloud carefully punched in the numbers 2639 then backed away. nothing happened. Now he was pissed, he spent a whole day just to see some figure behind glass! Cloud hit the machine as hard as he could and started to walk away. Just then the device rumbled.
He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The glass slid away to revel a man with long dark hair, a suit, and a pale complexion. He watched the man fall to his knees and start to choke, trying to breathe in. Cloud guessed that 20 years in a basement would do that to someone. Cloud ran over and patted him on the back. As soon as his breathing evened out the man collapsed on the floor looking wonderfully relieved. This intermission had given Cloud the chance to build the nerve to ask him something, "Vincent, that's your name, right?"
The man lifted his head giving Cloud the opportunity to look into his ruby-eyes. The way they seemed to stare at him made him feel like they were burrowing deeply into his soul, "That's right, it's Vincent, Vincent Valentine."
Author's Notes: You know I don't joke when I say I'm going to rewrite a story. Oh yeah, everyone's age is different. Don't look at the booklet to find out their ages. Tell me what you think, thanks. Oh yeah! Private questions/comments e-mail me at Cruel_Shadow@hotmail.com!
Disclaimer: Please do not sue me, I do not own these characters, places, etc. belong to Squaresoft. Also I am but a lowly fanfic writer and as such have no real money. It would probably cost you more to sue me than you would get out of it. So in summary, not my characters, suing me bad.
Author's notes: Yeah, we've been through this all ready, right? Well, technically we have but I was being constantly thrown into a stale-mate with the original Final Fantasy Remix (isn't that a pun?) so I decided that I'd overhaul the beginning chapters, make sure they were error free/coherent and then start off. about chapter fifteen. I didn't like what I did to Sephiroth and Tifa's characters then and I sure as hell didn't like what I did to their characters in chapters after that. a.k.a. chapter .what was it? Nineteen? Well I'm cutting off the dying end and revitalizing the still fresh root, I'll make this fanfic shine even if it kills me.
Cloud yawned stretching his arms out lazily as he lay on the ground. It had been a boring day as usual in Nibelheim. The clouds were passing by making no real impression on the sky, or what it looked like. Cloud didn't want to be like that. He wanted adventure, action, and danger, not cooped up in some dumb village like his mother wanted. If life is worth living then life was worth exploring too.
Cloud finally sat up and stared straight at the door of the "ShinRa Mansion." Legend had it that twenty years ago some people from Shinra came to the abandoned mansion to oversee the building of the reactor, and that itself didn't sound too scary. The only thing was, of the five that came only four left. Everyone wondered about the fifth person, but no one asked, they had been too afraid of being promptly answered by ShinRa's secret police. At least that's what he heard, but he wasn't even born back then. Cloud pulled himself up, and yawned once more, he was going to find out what happened to that fifth man, the one the old folks in town called Vincent.
Cloud still had some hours of daylight left but he thought it would be best to bring a flashlight, because it could get dark in there quickly. He opened the door and a blast of moldy air hit him, he had to suppress the urge to run and gag, no matter how many times he walked through that door the pungent smell never seemed to fade. He trained his sights on the stairs twenty feet ahead of him. He had searched the lower area before and found nothing special, now he was going to go upstairs. Taking careful steps he tested the stairs to see if they would support his weight, seeing they did he crept up the stairs into the unknown.
Cloud turned to the left first because it was still bright there. He tiptoed to the right room, nothing here but a safe with a memo on it that said, "Find my combination and unlock me three!" Cloud guessed there was three numbers in the combination but he only found two looking around the room, obviously the person who wrote the riddle didn't have a single clue how to hide scratches in the wall, of course the first two were the easiest the last one proved to be more difficult, no matter how many things he looked under and around he couldn't seem to find that last damn number.
Cloud didn't feel like guessing it so he left for another room, it might be in there. He went directly across the hall to the next room, opening the door slowly he peered in, it was just a bedroom nothing special, so what had went on in this bedroom twenty years ago, what had happened that made four come out instead of five? His only answer might be what is in that safe. Closing the door he went into the last room at the end of the hallway. This time the ceiling was collapsed shattered roofing and strangely still healthy plants in broken pots were everywhere. He turned to leave when something caught his eye. It was a number scratched into the floor. Smiling Cloud left the room and went back to that safe.
Cloud looked at the safe again, it looked the same, it still had the same cheery message on the notepad, but something was different. Cloud built up his resolve, "must be nothing," he thought. He quickly unlocked the safe and opened it. For a minute he cringed, thinking some huge scary monster with two heads was going to come out and bash him to bits, but nothing, just a key and some pieces of paper. Cloud picked up the paper it was. a letter.
"Dear reader, I'm writing this out of guilt. Lucrecia, Zack, Sephiroth, Vincent, and I went to this house for reasons other than overseeing the reactors building. We came here to do experiments on living beings, human beings, with the cells of Jenova. Jenova was an Ancient, from around five thousand years ago, when the last of the Ancients went extinct. We came here to replicate an Ancient's powers using Jenova's cells. The three tested were Zack, Sephiroth, and Vincent. We choose them because they were the best of the best. The strongest and most willing to endure the tests, but it didn't come out the way we expected. Something went horribly, horribly wrong. The cells of Jenova had not given them the powers of the Ancients like we had expected, to our horror all it did was destroy their mental patterns to make it look like they had been swimming in a vat of Mako for about a year, none of them arose from their twisted dreams at first. But, just when all hope was lost, and we were about to pack up and leave, Sephiroth awoke. Lucrecia was present at the time but I was packing so I never saw it, she said Sephiroth called her name weakly and asked for some water. But when I went in Sephiroth was pacing the room frantically for reasons he never told me and to this day I still don't know. When I asked him about what went on during the time he was in the coma and all he said he could recall was voices. Then I got excited thinking that we had done it, I asked him what they said, what they had sounded like. When Sephiroth told me though my face went pale. All they did was moan and plead for help, he told me they sounded like they were dying of some horrible disease, and Sephiroth had said the disease's name was. Jenova, he remembered the voices cursing Jenova's name. A few days after that Vincent awoke, but told me he didn't hear anything, just inky blackness that surrounded him but no sound. Zack never woke up during our stay. After Vincent regained consciousness we started to see changes in Sephiroth's personality. He grew cold and distant. Vincent didn't seem to change though, not mentally, but physically when agitated. You'd have to see it for yourself. Eventually, Sephiroth warmed up again and talked about more people like him and Vincent. But Vincent was steadfastly against it, he said that after his experience he felt like we were toying with things we couldn't fully comprehend, he called it, "meddling with God's work." He was right. Sephiroth eventually convinced me that Vincent had to be eliminated, but I couldn't stand the thought of killing him so I put him in suspended animation. He's behind the bookshelf, in the room down this hallway to the right, he's in the basement, in the locked room. Please, tell him I'm sorry. - Hojo, the password is 2639."
Cloud couldn't believe it. The mighty Sephiroth was here, vanquisher of Wutai, then, he thought if this were true then. Sephiroth isn't the great guy he's cracked up to be. He had to ask Vincent, to see what he knows. Cloud took the key and went to the bookshelf, he looked at it, but didn't see anyway of opening it.
It had been hours since his last break and Cloud was getting angry. He had looked for what seemed like years to find a switch or something. Finally about ready to give up he kicked the shelf. He watched a single book fall down and the shelf miraculously slide up, sometimes, he felt like someone up there was laughing at him.
The stairway down was spiraled and it lead to only darkness it seemed. He almost thought of going home and coming back tomorrow when it was daylight, but the mystery compelled him to go forward. Cloud flicked on his flashlight and went down.
The stairs weren't as bad as the place they led to. It looked straight out of a B horror movie, skeletons everywhere, bats, and even dirt as a floor. He looked around, searching for a door. He found it, locked as Hojo said it was. He turned the key, took a big breath, opened the door and stepped in.
The room wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. Some coffins on the ground, but otherwise relatively clean. Then he saw it, a huge metal tomb with circuits jutting out this way and that. Cloud then saw him; he was tall, probably about six feet but that wall about all he could tell about him, the green glass smeared what he looked like. Cloud looked for a lever of something but found a keypad instead. Cloud carefully punched in the numbers 2639 then backed away. nothing happened. Now he was pissed, he spent a whole day just to see some figure behind glass! Cloud hit the machine as hard as he could and started to walk away. Just then the device rumbled.
He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The glass slid away to revel a man with long dark hair, a suit, and a pale complexion. He watched the man fall to his knees and start to choke, trying to breathe in. Cloud guessed that 20 years in a basement would do that to someone. Cloud ran over and patted him on the back. As soon as his breathing evened out the man collapsed on the floor looking wonderfully relieved. This intermission had given Cloud the chance to build the nerve to ask him something, "Vincent, that's your name, right?"
The man lifted his head giving Cloud the opportunity to look into his ruby-eyes. The way they seemed to stare at him made him feel like they were burrowing deeply into his soul, "That's right, it's Vincent, Vincent Valentine."
Author's Notes: You know I don't joke when I say I'm going to rewrite a story. Oh yeah, everyone's age is different. Don't look at the booklet to find out their ages. Tell me what you think, thanks. Oh yeah! Private questions/comments e-mail me at Cruel_Shadow@hotmail.com!