The way it should be?

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Hell, man... I don't know why I'm still alive. I should've died by... that spikey punk and his comrades. Maybe my Jenova cell prevent me from dying? My, but Jenova, that Pretend-to-be-Mother-Bitch was gone, and she(or it?) severed my ties to her brutally, just before I fell down on my knee. And here I am, lying at the bottom of the Crater......in pool of mako and blood.....

What a fool. I've been living a lie, and the effort to find the truth, ended by grasping more lies. And what is more, I believed all of that. The Crisis from the Sky. It was Jenova, and now..... it is I. My name, once means Emanating Attributes from The Highest One, now points to..... you know. By the way, what the hell am I thinking?

Strange. I'm fading, yet my mind is quite clear. Though I acted a merciless, brutal killer all the time, I was... misguided, mistreated one, from the birth. Not having real parents, friends, and so on..... Then she(or it?) came. Such a innocent, ignorant one I was. She claimed she's my mother(yes, and I always heard of it), whispered empty promises in my head. By her sweet words and promises, I went astray(Oh, you believe so?).

Yeah, after all, all the things were I had done. Back then, at the Nibelheim, The facts(I believed truth) made me furious, and exceeding anger drove me to insanity. So much blood on my hand.... And I met first death there, at Nibel Reactor, by that kid. The spiked haired blond. However, I couldn't die for real. I cannot remember how I was all those years. I only started to move some monthes ago. Really? Was it Jenova or so-called clones, or I? I spent all these times here, right? Or not? How do I know? That blond blamed me for killing a flower girl, the Cetra, but did I kill her, or one of my clones, or Jenova? I tried to find the Promised Land, but Did I do it by my will? Or....? Even I, cannot tell by now. It seems as if I and that bitch were one.

So, what am I now? A thrown-off, broken puppet of Jenova, or mere pawn of twisted fate? Gosh, I don't want to think of it. I just want to rest.

I look up the ceiling. Glowing with Mako color. Like my eyes. Ah......

'Rotting in hell, not that bad?'

I woke up, only to die....

I born, lived, died, lived again, then die again.

Now Here I am, lying here, waiting for coming death once more.

But, before I lose my final breath.... I want to ask one thing.

Is it the way it should be?

Evil Authoress L's Note: I know this kind of fan fiction is not new. But who cares, huh? And..... well, I won't write any AC related one until it's out.