AN: A few members of the Initiative down, the base to go, Kate getting
involved in the investigation at the airport. And Sephiroth being, well,
Sephiroth. He did leave them alive though, and Walsh knows that he's coming
for the Initiative, will she do the smart thing and run for her life, or
will she get what's coming? One guess what the psychotic lunatic is gonna
do. Perhaps I'll even let ADAM be complete early for this rumble.
Perhaps an odd short little event would be for my Sonic/Xander to meet Sephiroth/Xander, that could get interesting in figuring out what would happen, either they'd be friends or they'd kill each other, not really sure which at the moment. One confession about this chapter is that I wrote it while watching the Matrix: Reloaded, so you can probably guess what inspired the fights in this one.
X-Over-I think Adam may help even the odds, I mean Sephiroth versus even a few thousand Initiative troopers would be a bit of an unbeatable advantage, even with both hands tied behind his back. I just thought it would be funny having them trying to explain how they got trapped behind an invisible wall.
Kel of Mayhem-Calm down a bit, I will keep posting more of this story, It's not going to end soon. And yes, Sephiroth was the coolest villain of all RPG's at the least, well in my opinion anyway.
HolyKnight-They still haven't got Sephiroths origin yet, but even then, would they think Willow could do any better than Aeris? I doubt it just because of the way they think.
The white haired warrior pulled the motorcycle to a stop in front of Lowell House. It had been difficult to find, but the energy signatures inside of it had matched those of the four he had toyed with at the airport.
A grin crossed his lips as the collage students fled from the being with the deranged, psychopathic killer look. The armored boots made no sound as he moved up the walk, Masamune clearing its sheath with a slight song as it cut through the air.
He waved a hand and the door to the place, the steel reinforced security door, exploded inwards with the force of a small bomb.
Three dozen agents waited inside the structure in positions to cover the entrance to the base. None of them were totally sure why Professor Walsh had ordered them to arm up with lethal weapons and take up defensive positions, being told that it wasn't a drill.
The lookout signaled that a white haired man had just climbed off a motorcycle and drawn a sword.
Their minds flashed to the briefings given a week earlier when assembling the teams that went to Ohio to deal with a class one threat, those who had looked noted that after that fiasco, the being had been upped to the newly created Class Zero.
They heard an odd creaking noise only long enough for them to jerk into position the instant before the door detonated inwards, the shards of metal and the wood covering killed five of the troopers within seconds of the blast.
A few soldiers started to back towards the entrance to the base, but the deathly quiet that came lulled them back into their positions.
A moment later the silence was broken by the sound of walking, heavy boots against concrete. The pace was a slow and leisurely walk.
Before he stepped through the door, Xander focused and drew on one of his higher level spells, and lightning lashed from his fingertips and through the building like a hurricane. Screams filled the air as he entered with a laugh, hands still slightly cackling with the charge of energy.
The stench of ozone and burning flesh reached him as he walked, but he showed no sign of smelling it as he moved. His blade flashed around him as the survivors of his attack began to move.
Screams filled the air, only to be silenced a few moments later as the blade sang, leaving a trail of death in its path. Masamune once more did not touch the blood, but its mere passing doing the damage, nothing providing the necessary friction to slow it to where it would touch the liquid of life.
He paused for a moment before a mirror that just didn't seem right to him as he searched for a way into what he knew was below.
"As you wish mother," he whispered as he blasted the mirror with a fireball the size of a minivan, revealing an elevator concealed within.
He entered and pushed the button and watched as the inner doors closed to the destruction, several of the boards collapsing as he descended into the Initiative base. The memories showed that there would be far more troops waiting for him when he exited it.
A devilish smile crossed his lips as the door chimed.
Maggie Walsh was in a panic, not only had the observation team at the airport been disabled and made a fool of, and to top it off, all communication with the surface had been cut off.
All available members of the Initiative were armed and in position, nearly five hundred troopers prepared to strike.
She heard the doors open and gunfire started.
A moment later all the guns fell silent, empty. A squad moved up to check the elevator and then started to back away, all units reloading rapidly as a hollow cackle emanated from the shredded elevator car.
"My god," she whispered, backing away.
Sephiroth dropped the shield as he stepped clear of the smoke, his features mirthful as he encased the nearest soldiers in ice.
He twirled his blade with a casual move as he walked forwards, through the hundreds of foes with an almost eerie calm that had his foes backing off, slowly.
"Well," Xander commented, "Are we gonna do this, or are you all going to just back off in awe of me?"
"Kill him!" he heard a woman yell, the same one who he had talked to on the radio.
"Are you kidding me?" one of the troopers yelled, "I'm not gonna attack Sephiroth, he's out of our league!"
A few dozen of the troops ran for it, realizing what the name was.
"Ah, the joys of name recognition," he chuckled slightly, Masamune entering an infinity arc, "Let's play."
The living troops had him trapped in a partial circle, weapons loaded, ready, and aimed at him. If they weren't trying to kill him, it would have felt like he had stepped into the surreal.
"Fire!" the woman roared and bullets filled the air once more.
The bullets stopped midair, surrounding him, the bullets hovering in thin air, time frozen for the bullets with a Stop spell. Sephiroths hair swirling around him as if by some unholy wind, electricity running along his body as he stood there as if he hadn't a care in the world.
Then he moved, lashing out as they charged him, realizing that bullets weren't working. All the men on the ground attacked; the others moving into position for heavier weapons.
Walsh ran for a door, the label obscured by a flying body that slammed into the wall and shattering the door by sheer force like a piece of straw piercing steel in a tornado. She dashed in and set to work on the console, after the last incident, the one in Ohio, she had bumped up the schedule and her project had just been completed, just awaiting a few tests.
She input her access code and a screen rose from the desk as the storage chamber beneath the main floor activated and began to rise, carrying its sole occupant upwards as a hatch hissed open.
This was what a normal woman would have panicked about, but she showed the project the same devotion a mother shows a child, but this even more so, this being that was activating was her life's work.
She began to give instructions to ADAM.
Sephiroth was rising within him, Xander letting the destroyer fight for him in this, they were all human and part of him still hated the feelings he got from killing humans, the other part of him hated the part that reveled in those feelings.
But the killer was on the loose again, and he wanted blood. His eyes glowed emerald as his blade tore through foes nearly as fast as the rest of him did. Masamune flashed silver in its path of destruction like the eye of the storm of death and destruction.
Then he heard a high pitched whine that his mind identified as hydraulics, and then a gout of steam followed with a pressure vent release and a hatch sliding open as it twirled.
A monster rose through the steam, a monstrosity that drove every part of him to feel contaminated by this abomination. Hatred and loathing, something foreign to him, flooded through him as the mako glow burned bright, visible against the lighting of the base.
Energy cackled around him as he drew a second blade, Draconis, with his free hand, the two weapons ready and waiting to wreak havoc upon his foes with an inherent lethality unknown to most beings.
Purple light cackled and the air distorted around him, pulsing and flashing, giving him an ethereal appearance, a look that would be concerning some higher being that performed miracles before them, pure awe.
Gaia felt the anger of the one she had chosen as her child and opened the gates that she had never opened before, giving him the raw power needed for him to do what he desired to do.
D'Hoffryn felt power building, such rage and majesty to one such as he who lorded over something like vengeance. This was something that both awed and terrified him, it was a work of vengeance that made him feel like he was gazing upon a work of art, but at the same time the raw power this being manifested terrified him to his very core, as if she had empowered him herself. But that couldn't be right, she would never do that, but then again, this one had managed to call forth a Weapon.
Whatever it was, he would just have to offer this one a job.
The flickering died down, the electricity cascading through the base. The first thing visible as the emergency lights came on was Xander's face and its glowing, emerald eyes, mako eyes, and the look of peace that filled him.
Then motion drew their eyes back to the wings draped from his back, two minds working for one purpose had allowed both to draw forth their full power, A black wing and a white one beat in tandem, an angel stood before them with blades thirsting for their blood.
Even Adam, the cyborg built to know no fear, retreated several steps as the power washed over him.
Perhaps an odd short little event would be for my Sonic/Xander to meet Sephiroth/Xander, that could get interesting in figuring out what would happen, either they'd be friends or they'd kill each other, not really sure which at the moment. One confession about this chapter is that I wrote it while watching the Matrix: Reloaded, so you can probably guess what inspired the fights in this one.
X-Over-I think Adam may help even the odds, I mean Sephiroth versus even a few thousand Initiative troopers would be a bit of an unbeatable advantage, even with both hands tied behind his back. I just thought it would be funny having them trying to explain how they got trapped behind an invisible wall.
Kel of Mayhem-Calm down a bit, I will keep posting more of this story, It's not going to end soon. And yes, Sephiroth was the coolest villain of all RPG's at the least, well in my opinion anyway.
HolyKnight-They still haven't got Sephiroths origin yet, but even then, would they think Willow could do any better than Aeris? I doubt it just because of the way they think.
The white haired warrior pulled the motorcycle to a stop in front of Lowell House. It had been difficult to find, but the energy signatures inside of it had matched those of the four he had toyed with at the airport.
A grin crossed his lips as the collage students fled from the being with the deranged, psychopathic killer look. The armored boots made no sound as he moved up the walk, Masamune clearing its sheath with a slight song as it cut through the air.
He waved a hand and the door to the place, the steel reinforced security door, exploded inwards with the force of a small bomb.
Three dozen agents waited inside the structure in positions to cover the entrance to the base. None of them were totally sure why Professor Walsh had ordered them to arm up with lethal weapons and take up defensive positions, being told that it wasn't a drill.
The lookout signaled that a white haired man had just climbed off a motorcycle and drawn a sword.
Their minds flashed to the briefings given a week earlier when assembling the teams that went to Ohio to deal with a class one threat, those who had looked noted that after that fiasco, the being had been upped to the newly created Class Zero.
They heard an odd creaking noise only long enough for them to jerk into position the instant before the door detonated inwards, the shards of metal and the wood covering killed five of the troopers within seconds of the blast.
A few soldiers started to back towards the entrance to the base, but the deathly quiet that came lulled them back into their positions.
A moment later the silence was broken by the sound of walking, heavy boots against concrete. The pace was a slow and leisurely walk.
Before he stepped through the door, Xander focused and drew on one of his higher level spells, and lightning lashed from his fingertips and through the building like a hurricane. Screams filled the air as he entered with a laugh, hands still slightly cackling with the charge of energy.
The stench of ozone and burning flesh reached him as he walked, but he showed no sign of smelling it as he moved. His blade flashed around him as the survivors of his attack began to move.
Screams filled the air, only to be silenced a few moments later as the blade sang, leaving a trail of death in its path. Masamune once more did not touch the blood, but its mere passing doing the damage, nothing providing the necessary friction to slow it to where it would touch the liquid of life.
He paused for a moment before a mirror that just didn't seem right to him as he searched for a way into what he knew was below.
"As you wish mother," he whispered as he blasted the mirror with a fireball the size of a minivan, revealing an elevator concealed within.
He entered and pushed the button and watched as the inner doors closed to the destruction, several of the boards collapsing as he descended into the Initiative base. The memories showed that there would be far more troops waiting for him when he exited it.
A devilish smile crossed his lips as the door chimed.
Maggie Walsh was in a panic, not only had the observation team at the airport been disabled and made a fool of, and to top it off, all communication with the surface had been cut off.
All available members of the Initiative were armed and in position, nearly five hundred troopers prepared to strike.
She heard the doors open and gunfire started.
A moment later all the guns fell silent, empty. A squad moved up to check the elevator and then started to back away, all units reloading rapidly as a hollow cackle emanated from the shredded elevator car.
"My god," she whispered, backing away.
Sephiroth dropped the shield as he stepped clear of the smoke, his features mirthful as he encased the nearest soldiers in ice.
He twirled his blade with a casual move as he walked forwards, through the hundreds of foes with an almost eerie calm that had his foes backing off, slowly.
"Well," Xander commented, "Are we gonna do this, or are you all going to just back off in awe of me?"
"Kill him!" he heard a woman yell, the same one who he had talked to on the radio.
"Are you kidding me?" one of the troopers yelled, "I'm not gonna attack Sephiroth, he's out of our league!"
A few dozen of the troops ran for it, realizing what the name was.
"Ah, the joys of name recognition," he chuckled slightly, Masamune entering an infinity arc, "Let's play."
The living troops had him trapped in a partial circle, weapons loaded, ready, and aimed at him. If they weren't trying to kill him, it would have felt like he had stepped into the surreal.
"Fire!" the woman roared and bullets filled the air once more.
The bullets stopped midair, surrounding him, the bullets hovering in thin air, time frozen for the bullets with a Stop spell. Sephiroths hair swirling around him as if by some unholy wind, electricity running along his body as he stood there as if he hadn't a care in the world.
Then he moved, lashing out as they charged him, realizing that bullets weren't working. All the men on the ground attacked; the others moving into position for heavier weapons.
Walsh ran for a door, the label obscured by a flying body that slammed into the wall and shattering the door by sheer force like a piece of straw piercing steel in a tornado. She dashed in and set to work on the console, after the last incident, the one in Ohio, she had bumped up the schedule and her project had just been completed, just awaiting a few tests.
She input her access code and a screen rose from the desk as the storage chamber beneath the main floor activated and began to rise, carrying its sole occupant upwards as a hatch hissed open.
This was what a normal woman would have panicked about, but she showed the project the same devotion a mother shows a child, but this even more so, this being that was activating was her life's work.
She began to give instructions to ADAM.
Sephiroth was rising within him, Xander letting the destroyer fight for him in this, they were all human and part of him still hated the feelings he got from killing humans, the other part of him hated the part that reveled in those feelings.
But the killer was on the loose again, and he wanted blood. His eyes glowed emerald as his blade tore through foes nearly as fast as the rest of him did. Masamune flashed silver in its path of destruction like the eye of the storm of death and destruction.
Then he heard a high pitched whine that his mind identified as hydraulics, and then a gout of steam followed with a pressure vent release and a hatch sliding open as it twirled.
A monster rose through the steam, a monstrosity that drove every part of him to feel contaminated by this abomination. Hatred and loathing, something foreign to him, flooded through him as the mako glow burned bright, visible against the lighting of the base.
Energy cackled around him as he drew a second blade, Draconis, with his free hand, the two weapons ready and waiting to wreak havoc upon his foes with an inherent lethality unknown to most beings.
Purple light cackled and the air distorted around him, pulsing and flashing, giving him an ethereal appearance, a look that would be concerning some higher being that performed miracles before them, pure awe.
Gaia felt the anger of the one she had chosen as her child and opened the gates that she had never opened before, giving him the raw power needed for him to do what he desired to do.
D'Hoffryn felt power building, such rage and majesty to one such as he who lorded over something like vengeance. This was something that both awed and terrified him, it was a work of vengeance that made him feel like he was gazing upon a work of art, but at the same time the raw power this being manifested terrified him to his very core, as if she had empowered him herself. But that couldn't be right, she would never do that, but then again, this one had managed to call forth a Weapon.
Whatever it was, he would just have to offer this one a job.
The flickering died down, the electricity cascading through the base. The first thing visible as the emergency lights came on was Xander's face and its glowing, emerald eyes, mako eyes, and the look of peace that filled him.
Then motion drew their eyes back to the wings draped from his back, two minds working for one purpose had allowed both to draw forth their full power, A black wing and a white one beat in tandem, an angel stood before them with blades thirsting for their blood.
Even Adam, the cyborg built to know no fear, retreated several steps as the power washed over him.
