The man named Sephiroth awakened for the second time that day. This time, when his eyes opened, he was met with blurry images that flickered and eventually focused and broadened. His ears felt as if water was pouring from them, but he could hear remarkably well, as he remembered always being able to sharpen in on almost anything.
His muscles felt useless, but he found they functioned as he struggled to sit up. As his eyes darted around him, he realized that he was in an examination room, in a hospital, obviously, as there were several medical instruments sounding in a chorus of technology throughout the room. What...how did he end up here?
His hair had been washed, or something of the sort, and it draped around his shoulders in wet locks. He clenched his face in his hands as he struggled to remember. Where was he before this? How had he gotten here, and where was he now?
Somehow, memories erupted from the crevices of his mind as it thawed. Shinra...he had worked for Shinra...
I'm going to reclaim this world for you, Mother.
Its ours, after all.
The humans won't stand a chance.
Not against both of us...now that we're together at last...
Somewhere, deep within the icy mountains of Nibel, his mind carried him. Pain. Surprise. Revelation. All these emotions, in perfect sequence as he recalled them. A mako reactor. A collection of horribly mutated humans, all sealed in individual containers, littered about the main room. A companion, nearby him, speaks. "Are they special? Like you?" He speaks with fear and respect.
Anger. Denial. "No...was I...was I created this way too?" His voice, dreamlike and melodic. Sorrow. Overwhelming confusion. A desire to learn. An endless hunger for knowledge.
A dark basement in a stately, abandoned mansion. Books. Hundreds of books. A desire for isolation. A single day and night of reading. No sleep. Revelation. Confirmation. His mother. Jenova. Locked away in the reactor. A mission chosen, a mission initiated.
Madness. Flames. How dare the humans. The need for them to perish. Those defiant will survive. But not for long. Reunion at last, in the cold depths of the reactor. Freedom, release. His mother is free.
Resistance? From that soldier. Death. He must die. He is slain. Pacing, trudging, slowly, across a metal pathway, strewn over the elaborate interior of the reactor. More resistance. Taken by surprise. Inability to escape. Pain blossoms in his chest. Loss of balance. Falling. Falling forever into the icy green glow of the mako. Falling forever. All becomes darkness...
"Excuse me, Sir, but could you please state your name?"