Fragile
"The Story of Lokilos"
Prologue
It almost sickens me, of how tarnished the name Sephiroth is. How he is blamed for things he had no control over, for things he never did. Sometime I catch myself wondering, if only the world knew, what really happened, and just who Sephiroth really was.
Now is my chance.
I
Sibling
As we all know, Sephiroth was born of Lucrecia and Hojo I order to become the perfect solider. It was not but four years later when they had me.
I think that in the back of Hojo's sick mind, he knew that a day would come where Spehiroth could no longer be controlled, so he needed someone to take him down when that day came. That person became me, Lokilos, the bright-eyed babe of the Shinra Laboratory. In the beginning Hojo planted a device in the core of my brain, so that he could control me. Like a puppet master. Little did he know that I was greatly aware of all of this.
I was never allowed to see Sephiroth, lest I become emotionally attached to him. I overheard of his existence while I was sitting in my so called "living quarters", which were a large room surrounded by thick plexi- glass. I was constantly monitored, because I refused to speak.
"If she doesn't show signs of communication soon, the President will surely cancel the project." Hojo said wearily, sitting down on a stool outside of my room. He stared at me intently, as if he was trying to will me to speak. He was a thin, wiry man, with large glasses that made his eyes bulge. He had wispy brown hair, that he kept short and tied back into a small ponytail. Putting his head into his hands, he sighed, "If only Sephiroth were more of a success then maybe the President would take it easier on me."
Sephiroth? Who was this? I became intrigued, and listened more closely. A female nurse came by and put a hand on Hojo's shoulder, "Don't worry Sir, Sephiroth is highly intelligent, and maybe his sister will come around soon." Hojo sighed heavily, "Nurse, please bring me 50 CC's of the Jenova cells, type 23A."
"Yes Sir." Hojo opened the sliding door to my room, and stepped in. It slid shut behind him with a small hiss, and I regarded his presence coldly with my eyes. He sat down in front of me, and looked deep into my eyes. Then pulling out a small recording device, he cleared his throat and said into it, "Day 6 since the last injection of Jenova cell type 21X. Eye's still remain hazel, but hair show signs of turning silver in the front. Still no communication from Lokilos." he turned it off with a small click, as the Nurse entered with the needle.
Grabbing firm hold of my left arm, the Nurse cleaned the area where I would be injected. I hated these, they made me feel sluggish and stupid. Quickly, he plunged the needle into my arm, and I could already feel the cells racing into my bloodstream. They both left then, dissatisfied. My arm was numb, and my fingers didn't respond when I told them to move. Then I felt something...new. A warm presence inside my mind, like raw energy. I will have to test this later. Then maybe, I can find a way to find my brother.
II
The Greatest Mind
"The Story of Lokilos"
Prologue
It almost sickens me, of how tarnished the name Sephiroth is. How he is blamed for things he had no control over, for things he never did. Sometime I catch myself wondering, if only the world knew, what really happened, and just who Sephiroth really was.
Now is my chance.
I
Sibling
As we all know, Sephiroth was born of Lucrecia and Hojo I order to become the perfect solider. It was not but four years later when they had me.
I think that in the back of Hojo's sick mind, he knew that a day would come where Spehiroth could no longer be controlled, so he needed someone to take him down when that day came. That person became me, Lokilos, the bright-eyed babe of the Shinra Laboratory. In the beginning Hojo planted a device in the core of my brain, so that he could control me. Like a puppet master. Little did he know that I was greatly aware of all of this.
I was never allowed to see Sephiroth, lest I become emotionally attached to him. I overheard of his existence while I was sitting in my so called "living quarters", which were a large room surrounded by thick plexi- glass. I was constantly monitored, because I refused to speak.
"If she doesn't show signs of communication soon, the President will surely cancel the project." Hojo said wearily, sitting down on a stool outside of my room. He stared at me intently, as if he was trying to will me to speak. He was a thin, wiry man, with large glasses that made his eyes bulge. He had wispy brown hair, that he kept short and tied back into a small ponytail. Putting his head into his hands, he sighed, "If only Sephiroth were more of a success then maybe the President would take it easier on me."
Sephiroth? Who was this? I became intrigued, and listened more closely. A female nurse came by and put a hand on Hojo's shoulder, "Don't worry Sir, Sephiroth is highly intelligent, and maybe his sister will come around soon." Hojo sighed heavily, "Nurse, please bring me 50 CC's of the Jenova cells, type 23A."
"Yes Sir." Hojo opened the sliding door to my room, and stepped in. It slid shut behind him with a small hiss, and I regarded his presence coldly with my eyes. He sat down in front of me, and looked deep into my eyes. Then pulling out a small recording device, he cleared his throat and said into it, "Day 6 since the last injection of Jenova cell type 21X. Eye's still remain hazel, but hair show signs of turning silver in the front. Still no communication from Lokilos." he turned it off with a small click, as the Nurse entered with the needle.
Grabbing firm hold of my left arm, the Nurse cleaned the area where I would be injected. I hated these, they made me feel sluggish and stupid. Quickly, he plunged the needle into my arm, and I could already feel the cells racing into my bloodstream. They both left then, dissatisfied. My arm was numb, and my fingers didn't respond when I told them to move. Then I felt something...new. A warm presence inside my mind, like raw energy. I will have to test this later. Then maybe, I can find a way to find my brother.
II
The Greatest Mind