Sephiroth stormed down the halls of Shin-Ra Inc., a trail of corpses and
blood in his wake.
The halls now seemed deserted. He suspected anyone with any sense was now hiding... or dead. Not that it really mattered. He wasn't here for a blood- fest.
Not today.
He strood down the hallways, encountering no people. He knew where he was going. He'd been in this building a thousand times, even grown up in it.
It hadn't been a happy childhood. Memories rushed back into his head with devastating force and he struggled to push them all away.
Sephiroth had no childhood.
Sephiroth had no weaknesses.
After several more hallways and staircases, he knew he was in Hojo's sector of Shin-Ra Inc. He was in a particurly long hallway, the walls were lined with huge tubes. Inside them, specimen after specimen floated among the blue goo. Some looked almost like ordinary people, some looked horribly disformed. All were pawns of Hojo's sick experiments.
Sephiroth gazed steely at the tubes, wondering if the Summoner could be in one of these. However, he realized that this was impossible. Hojo would never leave something so important in such a vunerable place.
He searched the scientist's office when he came to it, tearing papers out of the desk with a wild hope of finding information of the Summoner's whereabouts. When this proved unsuccessful, he stormed the hallways of the Hojo's portion of the building, kicking in doors with ferocious strength. He met no one.
He finally came to the last hallway in that sector. It was long with only one door at the very end. Lined up in front of it were ten SOLDIERS and...
"Looking for something, Sephiroth?"
He smirked at the familiar voice, but it was not from happiness. "You know what I want," he stated calmly, the Masamune resting on his shoulder.
The man in the lab coat at the end of the hall made a motion, his slick black hair shining in the pale light. "You can't have her. She's my specimen," Hojo nodded to the line of men behind him. "Besides, we've only been through the initial phase of testing. It would be a pity to lose such a valuable subject now."
"I'm not interested in your tests. I'm taking the Summoner and there's nothing you can do," Sephiroth lowered the Masamune, grinning at Hojo under his silver mane. "And you can't even begin to imagine how long I've wanted to kill you."
Hojo smirked back and raised an arm to the SOLDIERS behind him. "Go!"
The ten SOLDIERS all raised their rifles and aimed them at Sephiroth's head. Despite their number, he could see the fear in their eyes.
Time seemed to compress in one moment. Sephiroth raised an open plam and quickly chanted hushed words of ancient magic.
Concentrating, a huge ball of glowing energy sprang from his black-gloved hand. He hurled it at the squadron, hitting five men who fell back into pools of their own red blood. While the remaining five men were still recuperating from shock, Sephiroth charged forward.
Masamune, in his left hand, hacked one one man in the chest. Sephiroth knew he'd hit because could feel his steel slicing through flesh while the warm blood sprayed onto his clothing. With his right hand, he grabbed a man around the neck. Swinging his great sword with mastered ease, he easily slit the SOLDIER's throat and zeroed in on the other three SOLDIERS.
Sephiroth whirled around one man, a wind of black, grabbing him from behind and broke his neck. Turning, he swung Masamune in a great arc, the razor blade slicing off the last two SOLDIER's heads.
But Sephiroth was not to be distracted. Instead of gazing victoriously over the ten bodies at his feet, he merely stepped over them. He glanced about the blood-stained walls. Hojo was nowhere to be found.
He growled in frustration, but turned to the door the SOLDIERS had died to protect. He opened it and stepped inside.
Author's Note: I realise I'm not very good at writing fight scenes. Therefore, there probably won't be lot in the coming chapters. That is, I think.....
This story sure has taken on a life of its own.
I don't own or claim to Shin-Ra Inc. or SOLDIER (laugh).
The halls now seemed deserted. He suspected anyone with any sense was now hiding... or dead. Not that it really mattered. He wasn't here for a blood- fest.
Not today.
He strood down the hallways, encountering no people. He knew where he was going. He'd been in this building a thousand times, even grown up in it.
It hadn't been a happy childhood. Memories rushed back into his head with devastating force and he struggled to push them all away.
Sephiroth had no childhood.
Sephiroth had no weaknesses.
After several more hallways and staircases, he knew he was in Hojo's sector of Shin-Ra Inc. He was in a particurly long hallway, the walls were lined with huge tubes. Inside them, specimen after specimen floated among the blue goo. Some looked almost like ordinary people, some looked horribly disformed. All were pawns of Hojo's sick experiments.
Sephiroth gazed steely at the tubes, wondering if the Summoner could be in one of these. However, he realized that this was impossible. Hojo would never leave something so important in such a vunerable place.
He searched the scientist's office when he came to it, tearing papers out of the desk with a wild hope of finding information of the Summoner's whereabouts. When this proved unsuccessful, he stormed the hallways of the Hojo's portion of the building, kicking in doors with ferocious strength. He met no one.
He finally came to the last hallway in that sector. It was long with only one door at the very end. Lined up in front of it were ten SOLDIERS and...
"Looking for something, Sephiroth?"
He smirked at the familiar voice, but it was not from happiness. "You know what I want," he stated calmly, the Masamune resting on his shoulder.
The man in the lab coat at the end of the hall made a motion, his slick black hair shining in the pale light. "You can't have her. She's my specimen," Hojo nodded to the line of men behind him. "Besides, we've only been through the initial phase of testing. It would be a pity to lose such a valuable subject now."
"I'm not interested in your tests. I'm taking the Summoner and there's nothing you can do," Sephiroth lowered the Masamune, grinning at Hojo under his silver mane. "And you can't even begin to imagine how long I've wanted to kill you."
Hojo smirked back and raised an arm to the SOLDIERS behind him. "Go!"
The ten SOLDIERS all raised their rifles and aimed them at Sephiroth's head. Despite their number, he could see the fear in their eyes.
Time seemed to compress in one moment. Sephiroth raised an open plam and quickly chanted hushed words of ancient magic.
Concentrating, a huge ball of glowing energy sprang from his black-gloved hand. He hurled it at the squadron, hitting five men who fell back into pools of their own red blood. While the remaining five men were still recuperating from shock, Sephiroth charged forward.
Masamune, in his left hand, hacked one one man in the chest. Sephiroth knew he'd hit because could feel his steel slicing through flesh while the warm blood sprayed onto his clothing. With his right hand, he grabbed a man around the neck. Swinging his great sword with mastered ease, he easily slit the SOLDIER's throat and zeroed in on the other three SOLDIERS.
Sephiroth whirled around one man, a wind of black, grabbing him from behind and broke his neck. Turning, he swung Masamune in a great arc, the razor blade slicing off the last two SOLDIER's heads.
But Sephiroth was not to be distracted. Instead of gazing victoriously over the ten bodies at his feet, he merely stepped over them. He glanced about the blood-stained walls. Hojo was nowhere to be found.
He growled in frustration, but turned to the door the SOLDIERS had died to protect. He opened it and stepped inside.
Author's Note: I realise I'm not very good at writing fight scenes. Therefore, there probably won't be lot in the coming chapters. That is, I think.....
This story sure has taken on a life of its own.
I don't own or claim to Shin-Ra Inc. or SOLDIER (laugh).