The Girl in the Mirror
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the FF7 characters used in this story. However, I do own Hollene who is to become a main character in the story later.
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Sephiroth panted in exhaustion as he climbed the twisting stairway that seemed to go on forever. The ten year old nearly collapsed, he was forced to tackle the winding stairs rather than the easy option- taking the lift.
The boy's eyes were fixed on the back of Hojo's greasy head which he longed for something big and heavy to throw at him, which would knock him flat out or even better... kill him.
He must be possessed by the devil...
Sephiroth's thoughts were interrupted by Hojo sharply turning around and giving him an evil glare as if his thoughts were read aloud.
No way... he is the devil!
Hojo turned around once again and grabbed him by the shirt. "I know what you are thinking, Sephiroth. And before you try or think anything else, just remember that I am much stronger than you are." Her turned on his heel abruptly, and carried on walking.
The two of them reached the top of the stairs, and Hojo began trudging down a long, narrow corridor with doors all around. He removed a keycard from his blood-stained lab coat pocket, and slotted it into the slit beside the door at the very end. The metal door screeched open and Sephiroth hesitated with caution. "This will be your room for now." Hojo sneered, giving the small boy a sharp push. "And don't even attempt to escape." He slammed the door and locked it fast.
Sephiroth flicked the dim light on to the fairly small cell. It was a dull and dismal room, with pure, crisp white walls. There was a tiny single metal bed with a thin mattress atop it. There was also a toilet and sink in one corner, and in the other there was a two-drawer dresser and a mirror. They were there because Hojo thought he should look 'presentable' as it would ruin his reputation if the 'specimens' looked scruffy.
A tiny window next to the bed revealed the typical Midgar scenery. A large fenced-in group of tatty slums made from bits of junk was included, where some of the poorest people lived- trying to make a few measly gil to feed their families. Sephiroth could also see a huge towering, clogged-up reactor. There were signs of smoke drifting in the air, polluting the atmosphere. Midgar. What a beautiful place.
Sephiroth's room was on one of the middle floors of the extreme building which was so high it looked as if it was disappearing into the clouds. He could just about make out what was on the ground way below him, but it was getting dark which made it even harder for him to see.
The small boy rolled onto the bed and curled his body up tight. He hated his life, and everyone in it. He had never spoke to another kid for as long as he could remember, and nor was he allowed to. The others were treated reasonably well, he presumed. Better than him, that's for sure.
Mako tests every day and constant pain. That basically was his life. He had been kept in the building as a specimen for as long as he could remember, and it was like hell every waking minute.
Sephiroth began to feel heavy, he was extremely tired so he rested his head on the pillow and fell into a deep sleep in less than ten minutes.
"Where am I?" Sephiroth wondered. He was in the oh-so-familiar laboratory where he went to have the dreaded Mako tests. There was a skinny girl who looked a couple of years older than him, hoisting herself up onto the table and Hojo was sneering at her expense.
"First Mako test, eh? I wonder..." He paced around the room, frantically scribbling notes on his clipboard and looking the girl up and down.
"Perv!" The girl muttered under her breath.
"Professor, should you really start her on Mako while she's so young?" A young female assistant with flowing blonde hair persuaded.
"Further tests have shown that there is absolutely nothing to fear... we need to go ahead with these tests for our research." Hojo replied, coolly. "And besides, the tests have shown that the Mako will have a different effect on the girl than to anyone else."
"Now Hollene, this might hurt a tiny bit but I can assure you that some extra tests has shown that you are perfectly fine." The assistant smiled, flustered, at the girl- practically repeating everything that Hojo had said before. "So I'll see you later." She briskly walked out of the huge lab, before giving Hojo a suspicious glare.
"You'd better not hurt me! Before I came here I mastered in karate!" The girl spat, with attitude.
"Well lets put this karate to the test..." He began carefully inserting Mako into a machine with a row of syringes. The disgusting slime-green Mako slowly filled up in each of them. "Don't move a single muscle, or there will be pain."
Hojo grabbed her arm and turned the machine on. The syringes jolted towards her lily-white limb coming closer and closer...
Suddenly a group of SOLDIERS burst through the doors, one of the SOLDIERS was clenching a gun in his hand while others tried to hold him back. His eyes were white, as if they had rolled out of their sockets. There was a trickle of blood running out of the corner of his mouth.
"Professor, he's gone completely insane- we only put a little bit of Mako in his drink, and now he's uncontrollable!" One of the men trying to hold him back jabbered.
"You fools!" Hojo yelled. "Mako is lethal. Lethal!" The girl sitting on the rusty tabletop looked scared, and her face turned from white-ish to deathly pale.
The SOLDIER fought back the others, jabbing them with his gun. He began firing at random objects in the lab, starting at one end and destroying everything with machine-gun bullets.
Then it happened. The SOLDIER pointed the gun at the teenage girl who hid her face and screamed. The other two SOLDIERS tried to force the gun away even more, but it was no use- he took aim and fired.
The girl's sharp high-pitched screams echoed through the large room, and assistant scientists ran for cover out of the room- shaking. Hojo stood on the sidelines scribbling on his clipboard as more and more bullets of the lethal machine-gun were fired at the girl who was near to death.
There was a loud thump where the girl hit the floor and her blood ran crimson.
Sephiroth woke up on the floor. He had obviously fallen out of his bed in the horrific dream. He was lying in a strange position, and he could see under the bed seeing as he had left the light on.
There was a funny sensation in his leg and he found that it was totally dead, so he had no other choice but to lie there and wait for the morning as he knew that he would never in a million years be able to get back to sleep.
Sephiroth looked under the bed. There was nothing there except for a blunt pencil. He gasped, there was a name scratched on the wall under the bed. A very familiar name. Hollene.
Sephiroth jerked up with fright, gritting his teeth in pain. Hollene was the girl that had been living in the room before him, the girl that had died.
He suddenly became wary, his eyes searched the room, darting from one shadowy corner to the next- just in case she was there. He thought that maybe it was just a big coincidence, surely it was impossible...
Or was it? Sephiroth saw the most haunting sight he had ever seen. As he stared into the mirror, a ghostly girl with a short, creamy-white blood- stained dress and charcoal black hair stared right back at him. She wasn't transparent like ghosts are known to be, she just looked like a normal girl- but with chalk-white skin. He didn't recognise the ghost at first, but then he realised...
It was her.
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sugary-flames: Du du duuuuuur! Please, please, please review! I read every review I get. (Well doesn't everyone?) Besides, if I get more review than my sister I can brag about it to her! He he he!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the FF7 characters used in this story. However, I do own Hollene who is to become a main character in the story later.
o0o
Sephiroth panted in exhaustion as he climbed the twisting stairway that seemed to go on forever. The ten year old nearly collapsed, he was forced to tackle the winding stairs rather than the easy option- taking the lift.
The boy's eyes were fixed on the back of Hojo's greasy head which he longed for something big and heavy to throw at him, which would knock him flat out or even better... kill him.
He must be possessed by the devil...
Sephiroth's thoughts were interrupted by Hojo sharply turning around and giving him an evil glare as if his thoughts were read aloud.
No way... he is the devil!
Hojo turned around once again and grabbed him by the shirt. "I know what you are thinking, Sephiroth. And before you try or think anything else, just remember that I am much stronger than you are." Her turned on his heel abruptly, and carried on walking.
The two of them reached the top of the stairs, and Hojo began trudging down a long, narrow corridor with doors all around. He removed a keycard from his blood-stained lab coat pocket, and slotted it into the slit beside the door at the very end. The metal door screeched open and Sephiroth hesitated with caution. "This will be your room for now." Hojo sneered, giving the small boy a sharp push. "And don't even attempt to escape." He slammed the door and locked it fast.
Sephiroth flicked the dim light on to the fairly small cell. It was a dull and dismal room, with pure, crisp white walls. There was a tiny single metal bed with a thin mattress atop it. There was also a toilet and sink in one corner, and in the other there was a two-drawer dresser and a mirror. They were there because Hojo thought he should look 'presentable' as it would ruin his reputation if the 'specimens' looked scruffy.
A tiny window next to the bed revealed the typical Midgar scenery. A large fenced-in group of tatty slums made from bits of junk was included, where some of the poorest people lived- trying to make a few measly gil to feed their families. Sephiroth could also see a huge towering, clogged-up reactor. There were signs of smoke drifting in the air, polluting the atmosphere. Midgar. What a beautiful place.
Sephiroth's room was on one of the middle floors of the extreme building which was so high it looked as if it was disappearing into the clouds. He could just about make out what was on the ground way below him, but it was getting dark which made it even harder for him to see.
The small boy rolled onto the bed and curled his body up tight. He hated his life, and everyone in it. He had never spoke to another kid for as long as he could remember, and nor was he allowed to. The others were treated reasonably well, he presumed. Better than him, that's for sure.
Mako tests every day and constant pain. That basically was his life. He had been kept in the building as a specimen for as long as he could remember, and it was like hell every waking minute.
Sephiroth began to feel heavy, he was extremely tired so he rested his head on the pillow and fell into a deep sleep in less than ten minutes.
"Where am I?" Sephiroth wondered. He was in the oh-so-familiar laboratory where he went to have the dreaded Mako tests. There was a skinny girl who looked a couple of years older than him, hoisting herself up onto the table and Hojo was sneering at her expense.
"First Mako test, eh? I wonder..." He paced around the room, frantically scribbling notes on his clipboard and looking the girl up and down.
"Perv!" The girl muttered under her breath.
"Professor, should you really start her on Mako while she's so young?" A young female assistant with flowing blonde hair persuaded.
"Further tests have shown that there is absolutely nothing to fear... we need to go ahead with these tests for our research." Hojo replied, coolly. "And besides, the tests have shown that the Mako will have a different effect on the girl than to anyone else."
"Now Hollene, this might hurt a tiny bit but I can assure you that some extra tests has shown that you are perfectly fine." The assistant smiled, flustered, at the girl- practically repeating everything that Hojo had said before. "So I'll see you later." She briskly walked out of the huge lab, before giving Hojo a suspicious glare.
"You'd better not hurt me! Before I came here I mastered in karate!" The girl spat, with attitude.
"Well lets put this karate to the test..." He began carefully inserting Mako into a machine with a row of syringes. The disgusting slime-green Mako slowly filled up in each of them. "Don't move a single muscle, or there will be pain."
Hojo grabbed her arm and turned the machine on. The syringes jolted towards her lily-white limb coming closer and closer...
Suddenly a group of SOLDIERS burst through the doors, one of the SOLDIERS was clenching a gun in his hand while others tried to hold him back. His eyes were white, as if they had rolled out of their sockets. There was a trickle of blood running out of the corner of his mouth.
"Professor, he's gone completely insane- we only put a little bit of Mako in his drink, and now he's uncontrollable!" One of the men trying to hold him back jabbered.
"You fools!" Hojo yelled. "Mako is lethal. Lethal!" The girl sitting on the rusty tabletop looked scared, and her face turned from white-ish to deathly pale.
The SOLDIER fought back the others, jabbing them with his gun. He began firing at random objects in the lab, starting at one end and destroying everything with machine-gun bullets.
Then it happened. The SOLDIER pointed the gun at the teenage girl who hid her face and screamed. The other two SOLDIERS tried to force the gun away even more, but it was no use- he took aim and fired.
The girl's sharp high-pitched screams echoed through the large room, and assistant scientists ran for cover out of the room- shaking. Hojo stood on the sidelines scribbling on his clipboard as more and more bullets of the lethal machine-gun were fired at the girl who was near to death.
There was a loud thump where the girl hit the floor and her blood ran crimson.
Sephiroth woke up on the floor. He had obviously fallen out of his bed in the horrific dream. He was lying in a strange position, and he could see under the bed seeing as he had left the light on.
There was a funny sensation in his leg and he found that it was totally dead, so he had no other choice but to lie there and wait for the morning as he knew that he would never in a million years be able to get back to sleep.
Sephiroth looked under the bed. There was nothing there except for a blunt pencil. He gasped, there was a name scratched on the wall under the bed. A very familiar name. Hollene.
Sephiroth jerked up with fright, gritting his teeth in pain. Hollene was the girl that had been living in the room before him, the girl that had died.
He suddenly became wary, his eyes searched the room, darting from one shadowy corner to the next- just in case she was there. He thought that maybe it was just a big coincidence, surely it was impossible...
Or was it? Sephiroth saw the most haunting sight he had ever seen. As he stared into the mirror, a ghostly girl with a short, creamy-white blood- stained dress and charcoal black hair stared right back at him. She wasn't transparent like ghosts are known to be, she just looked like a normal girl- but with chalk-white skin. He didn't recognise the ghost at first, but then he realised...
It was her.
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sugary-flames: Du du duuuuuur! Please, please, please review! I read every review I get. (Well doesn't everyone?) Besides, if I get more review than my sister I can brag about it to her! He he he!