FROM THE FILES OF PROF. M HOJO:
Entry 316 2/17 I have received a new specimen, a human male that is identified as Vincent Valentine. Names are not important, however. There is something about him, however... something.. unnerving. I am sure it is nothing, but there cannot be assumptions that will lead to disaster. I must be sure to personally oversee all experiments on subject #VV376H myself.
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Vincent woke up, his head throbbing. Reaching behind his head, he felt a large lump, where he was hit with the butt of a pistol hours earlier. He opened his eyes, allowing them to adjust to the dim lighting. Even with slightly blurred vision, he could make out that he was in a small cell, which looked to be about 4 1/2 wide. Unbeknownst to him, he was currently in a holding cell located on the 67th floor of Shinra Headquarters.
Trying to ignore the pain in his head, he berated himself on his stupidity. He had been raised with common sense, but obviously had a lapse of judgement when he read the ad on the wall of the train. The promises of "50000 gil" would attract anyone, however, and as Vincent realized, it was too good to be true.
He got to his feet, and looked through the small panel of glass in his door. He could see one guard to the left, who was obviously shirking his responsibilities, as he was slumped over and snoring loudly enough so even Vincent could hear him.
Straight down the hall from the door, two guards conversed about something. One of them glanced up at a clock, and walked out of view.He soon returned, carrying a tray with some disgusting looking food. Vincent realized, with a sinking feeling, that it was for him. "Here ya go, worm. I ate your food; you can have this crap." The guard snickered, as the tray slid through a slot near the bottom with the rancid comestibles.
"Where am I?!" Vincent cried desperately.
"You're on earth, you worthless shit." With that, the door opened, and the guard struck Vincent sharply in the jaw. Vincent could taste blood as one of his teeth were shook loose. He noticed a small tag hanging from the guard's uniform reading "Rockmoor" just as the door closed and the guard walked off, laughing loudly.
Vincent cursed him under his breath, and looked at his food. It looked disgusting, and smelled no different. And as he soon found out, the food didn't discriminate on taste, either. Vincent gagged, and spit out a piece of moldy, half-chewed bread onto the floor. A small insect, barely as big as an ant, soon came by and took a piece, dragging it away.
"Well, I guess it's good that someone enjoys it, at least," Vincent muttered.
The hours passed by, and Vincent soon gave up any chance of being in contact with another human being. He dozed off into a restless sleep, in the back left corner of his cell.
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Hojo paced back and forth in front of an empty containment tank, mumbling to himself. An unrecognizable, blackened, mangled corpse sat next to the tank. It look as if it had died only an hour or so ago, as it was still secreting blood, a greenish-yellow in color. Hojo walked up next to it, examined it for a couple of minutes, then rushed to a desk. He studiously went over a few sheets of paper, as threw them down.
"Dammit!" He yelled. "These calculations are correct... What in blazes is causing these failures?!" he gritted his teeth, and turned around, glancing back at the corpse. He picked up the paper, and noticed something that made his eyes light up.
"Wait.. I used too much power this time... otherwise it would have worked. Damn. Another life wasted."
A door on the far end of the room opend, and another man, slightly shorter than Hojo, walked in. The door closed behind him.
"Professor," he said. "Subject #VV376H is ready.
"Wonderful!" Hojo exclaimed. "Bring him to the containment tank immediately!"
The man nodded, and left the same way he came in.
Entry 316 2/17 I have received a new specimen, a human male that is identified as Vincent Valentine. Names are not important, however. There is something about him, however... something.. unnerving. I am sure it is nothing, but there cannot be assumptions that will lead to disaster. I must be sure to personally oversee all experiments on subject #VV376H myself.
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Vincent woke up, his head throbbing. Reaching behind his head, he felt a large lump, where he was hit with the butt of a pistol hours earlier. He opened his eyes, allowing them to adjust to the dim lighting. Even with slightly blurred vision, he could make out that he was in a small cell, which looked to be about 4 1/2 wide. Unbeknownst to him, he was currently in a holding cell located on the 67th floor of Shinra Headquarters.
Trying to ignore the pain in his head, he berated himself on his stupidity. He had been raised with common sense, but obviously had a lapse of judgement when he read the ad on the wall of the train. The promises of "50000 gil" would attract anyone, however, and as Vincent realized, it was too good to be true.
He got to his feet, and looked through the small panel of glass in his door. He could see one guard to the left, who was obviously shirking his responsibilities, as he was slumped over and snoring loudly enough so even Vincent could hear him.
Straight down the hall from the door, two guards conversed about something. One of them glanced up at a clock, and walked out of view.He soon returned, carrying a tray with some disgusting looking food. Vincent realized, with a sinking feeling, that it was for him. "Here ya go, worm. I ate your food; you can have this crap." The guard snickered, as the tray slid through a slot near the bottom with the rancid comestibles.
"Where am I?!" Vincent cried desperately.
"You're on earth, you worthless shit." With that, the door opened, and the guard struck Vincent sharply in the jaw. Vincent could taste blood as one of his teeth were shook loose. He noticed a small tag hanging from the guard's uniform reading "Rockmoor" just as the door closed and the guard walked off, laughing loudly.
Vincent cursed him under his breath, and looked at his food. It looked disgusting, and smelled no different. And as he soon found out, the food didn't discriminate on taste, either. Vincent gagged, and spit out a piece of moldy, half-chewed bread onto the floor. A small insect, barely as big as an ant, soon came by and took a piece, dragging it away.
"Well, I guess it's good that someone enjoys it, at least," Vincent muttered.
The hours passed by, and Vincent soon gave up any chance of being in contact with another human being. He dozed off into a restless sleep, in the back left corner of his cell.
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Hojo paced back and forth in front of an empty containment tank, mumbling to himself. An unrecognizable, blackened, mangled corpse sat next to the tank. It look as if it had died only an hour or so ago, as it was still secreting blood, a greenish-yellow in color. Hojo walked up next to it, examined it for a couple of minutes, then rushed to a desk. He studiously went over a few sheets of paper, as threw them down.
"Dammit!" He yelled. "These calculations are correct... What in blazes is causing these failures?!" he gritted his teeth, and turned around, glancing back at the corpse. He picked up the paper, and noticed something that made his eyes light up.
"Wait.. I used too much power this time... otherwise it would have worked. Damn. Another life wasted."
A door on the far end of the room opend, and another man, slightly shorter than Hojo, walked in. The door closed behind him.
"Professor," he said. "Subject #VV376H is ready.
"Wonderful!" Hojo exclaimed. "Bring him to the containment tank immediately!"
The man nodded, and left the same way he came in.