Reeve: What the hell?
Reno: What?
Reeve: Lucrecia's getting her own chapter?!
Reno: What the hell?
Reeve: First some lame ass amnesia, now this. That's it. I'm on strike again.
Reno: Haha. Well, at least Tyramir got off his lazy ass and did those rewrites like he said he would. He even took the time to fix a few typos in the first chapter.
Reeve: But he got lazy after that and didn't follow up on it for the other chapters.
Reno: Nobody's perfect. Wait. Why am I defending the writer? He keeps abusing me.
Reeve: Maybe because you sense a kindred, lazy spirit in him.
Reno: That might be it. So, you doing it?
Reeve: Doing what?
Reno: Saying that Tyramir doesn't own the rights to Final Fantasy.
Reeve: With idiots like you around, I don't need to.
Reno: What? Oh shit, I did it again!
Chapter Twenty One
Memories of the Dead
In all of Lucrecia's life, she had never once been struck. In her childhood, she had belonged to a rich family that had wisely invested in a small company called 'Shinra', which was on its rise to power. She had been sheltered during her early years, and later she had been placed in the best private school Midgar had to offer. She attended the best Universities, but found that due to her isolation, she had become awkward around her peers, or as she liked to say it, 'socially retarded.' So she had never had the benefit of real friends or real enemies, the type that would laugh with her or tell her when to shut up. She had never really had a real conversation in her life until she began work as a lab assistant to Professor Gast. Hojo had been much younger than, and kindness still touched his soul. Even after he began the trek to becoming the infamous madman, Hojo still treated her with that same kindess. Even during her time as an assistant, she had been asigned a Turk to protect her.
So it was a complete shock to the mother of Sephiroth when Obsidian Weapon struck her and sent her hurtling away.
She winced as she heard her own bones shatter on impact with the mountain side as she landed, skidding downwards, connecting with rocks and trees on her way down. The snow was cold, and added inhuman discomfort to her already suffering state.
But those of Jenova did not die easily.
That was their curse.
After hearing of her beloved son's death, Lucrecia had left Shinra and tried many times to end her own life. Poison. Opening up all major arteries. Hanging. Drowning. Fire.
She had even shot herself directly in the brain once, desperate to die. And not even that was enough to kill her.
Lucrecia remembered crying in frustration, wondering when the time would come that she would be allowed to die. Sweet, blissful death. Silence and darkness, no more sensation. Nothingness.
Now was very reminiscent for her.
Vincent, that poor, idiotic, heroic, love-stricken fool of a man had managed to do in a single moment what he had been unable to do in all their history together. He had defied her, and thwarted her. On some level she was happy for him, happy that he had finally moved on, but on the more obvious, primal level, she had been enraged, and had hoped she had not only killed him with the gunshot wound, but had broken his heart as well. In her mind, Vincent deserved to both be happy and suffer.
Broken as she was, the irony of the situation finally hit her, and she was forced to laugh. All his life, Vincent had pursued her silently, always hoping that one day she would be his, so that he could protect her always. Now, it was she who pursued him, and he would do anything to stay out of her grasp.
The laughter rippled through her mangled body, causing her to bleed even more profusely than before. The pain was endurable. She focused on healing, and could feel the wounds beginning to seal shut.
Vincent would have been hers, too... she almost had him, leading that idiot Cloud around by the nose with a lie about a cure for his friend. The scanner that was supposed to detect 'pure Mako', whatever that was supposed to be, was in truth a scanner for Jenova cells, designed to look for Vincent inside the Lifestream.
Lucrecia heard something snap and winced. Bone mending always hurt the most. Her mind thought about pain, and the image of her baby, Sephiroth, flitted about behind her eyes. She closed her eyes as tears threatened to overwhelm her. Think about the present, not the past. Vincent. Vincent, ironically enough, was now the present, the hope for the past to become the future once more.
She would have had Vincent, too... if not for the Cetra bitch, somehow reborn as Obsidian Weapon. She never understood the theory of Weapon, but Gast had tried to explain it to her a few times. Something about a defender for the planet being born from the earth whenever it was in danger. Nothing about Ancients being part of them, but Gast hadn't been infallible. Lucrecia's scanners had examined every part of Obsidian and determined that Obsidian's DNA was very similar to Ifalna's, but not identical. That left the daughter.
Slowly Lucrecia stood up, wincing in pain. That Cetra bitch would get what she deserved when the time called for it. But for now, she needed to rest, needed to heal... and then... then she would find Obsidian, and take back what was hers from it.
But to do that, she would need allies. Deceiving Avalanche now would be difficult. Hojo was dead, as was her son.
She would just have to go to Shinra and see if it would overlook its desire to see her dead outweighed its desire for revenge against Avalanche.
Author's Note:
This was basically just a filler chapter so I could fill in a few blanks and play around with Lucrecia. Next up will be Avalanche reunited, then... well, you'll see.
Reno: What?
Reeve: Lucrecia's getting her own chapter?!
Reno: What the hell?
Reeve: First some lame ass amnesia, now this. That's it. I'm on strike again.
Reno: Haha. Well, at least Tyramir got off his lazy ass and did those rewrites like he said he would. He even took the time to fix a few typos in the first chapter.
Reeve: But he got lazy after that and didn't follow up on it for the other chapters.
Reno: Nobody's perfect. Wait. Why am I defending the writer? He keeps abusing me.
Reeve: Maybe because you sense a kindred, lazy spirit in him.
Reno: That might be it. So, you doing it?
Reeve: Doing what?
Reno: Saying that Tyramir doesn't own the rights to Final Fantasy.
Reeve: With idiots like you around, I don't need to.
Reno: What? Oh shit, I did it again!
Chapter Twenty One
Memories of the Dead
In all of Lucrecia's life, she had never once been struck. In her childhood, she had belonged to a rich family that had wisely invested in a small company called 'Shinra', which was on its rise to power. She had been sheltered during her early years, and later she had been placed in the best private school Midgar had to offer. She attended the best Universities, but found that due to her isolation, she had become awkward around her peers, or as she liked to say it, 'socially retarded.' So she had never had the benefit of real friends or real enemies, the type that would laugh with her or tell her when to shut up. She had never really had a real conversation in her life until she began work as a lab assistant to Professor Gast. Hojo had been much younger than, and kindness still touched his soul. Even after he began the trek to becoming the infamous madman, Hojo still treated her with that same kindess. Even during her time as an assistant, she had been asigned a Turk to protect her.
So it was a complete shock to the mother of Sephiroth when Obsidian Weapon struck her and sent her hurtling away.
She winced as she heard her own bones shatter on impact with the mountain side as she landed, skidding downwards, connecting with rocks and trees on her way down. The snow was cold, and added inhuman discomfort to her already suffering state.
But those of Jenova did not die easily.
That was their curse.
After hearing of her beloved son's death, Lucrecia had left Shinra and tried many times to end her own life. Poison. Opening up all major arteries. Hanging. Drowning. Fire.
She had even shot herself directly in the brain once, desperate to die. And not even that was enough to kill her.
Lucrecia remembered crying in frustration, wondering when the time would come that she would be allowed to die. Sweet, blissful death. Silence and darkness, no more sensation. Nothingness.
Now was very reminiscent for her.
Vincent, that poor, idiotic, heroic, love-stricken fool of a man had managed to do in a single moment what he had been unable to do in all their history together. He had defied her, and thwarted her. On some level she was happy for him, happy that he had finally moved on, but on the more obvious, primal level, she had been enraged, and had hoped she had not only killed him with the gunshot wound, but had broken his heart as well. In her mind, Vincent deserved to both be happy and suffer.
Broken as she was, the irony of the situation finally hit her, and she was forced to laugh. All his life, Vincent had pursued her silently, always hoping that one day she would be his, so that he could protect her always. Now, it was she who pursued him, and he would do anything to stay out of her grasp.
The laughter rippled through her mangled body, causing her to bleed even more profusely than before. The pain was endurable. She focused on healing, and could feel the wounds beginning to seal shut.
Vincent would have been hers, too... she almost had him, leading that idiot Cloud around by the nose with a lie about a cure for his friend. The scanner that was supposed to detect 'pure Mako', whatever that was supposed to be, was in truth a scanner for Jenova cells, designed to look for Vincent inside the Lifestream.
Lucrecia heard something snap and winced. Bone mending always hurt the most. Her mind thought about pain, and the image of her baby, Sephiroth, flitted about behind her eyes. She closed her eyes as tears threatened to overwhelm her. Think about the present, not the past. Vincent. Vincent, ironically enough, was now the present, the hope for the past to become the future once more.
She would have had Vincent, too... if not for the Cetra bitch, somehow reborn as Obsidian Weapon. She never understood the theory of Weapon, but Gast had tried to explain it to her a few times. Something about a defender for the planet being born from the earth whenever it was in danger. Nothing about Ancients being part of them, but Gast hadn't been infallible. Lucrecia's scanners had examined every part of Obsidian and determined that Obsidian's DNA was very similar to Ifalna's, but not identical. That left the daughter.
Slowly Lucrecia stood up, wincing in pain. That Cetra bitch would get what she deserved when the time called for it. But for now, she needed to rest, needed to heal... and then... then she would find Obsidian, and take back what was hers from it.
But to do that, she would need allies. Deceiving Avalanche now would be difficult. Hojo was dead, as was her son.
She would just have to go to Shinra and see if it would overlook its desire to see her dead outweighed its desire for revenge against Avalanche.
Author's Note:
This was basically just a filler chapter so I could fill in a few blanks and play around with Lucrecia. Next up will be Avalanche reunited, then... well, you'll see.