Final Fantasy 7 Children of the Planet
"Father? What are Chocobos? I heard that they are great to ride!" A little boy with short, white hair, wearing a black robe questioned this to his father, Hojo, one day. Hojo, a scientist with long black hair and round glasses looked into the dark eyes of his son and spoke, "Sephiroth! Those aren't important and never will be! They are big, dumb yellow birds that should be exterminated like anything else on this planet!"
The young boy, Sephiroth, admired his father and learned a lot from him... "Damn these memories keep haunting me. It's all Hojo's fault I'm corrupted like this, and I enjoy it too! It's with my life I have to find mother, and I must become a god." Sephiroth knew that nothing could stop him at this point, as he was climbing Shinra's headquarters, planning to kill the corporation's President.
"Here. I give this sword to you, Sephiroth. Only you will be able to use and control it, bringing out absolute powers." More childhood memories sprang into Sephiroth's mind as he was almost reaching the top. He could remember back to the very first day he received his sword, Masamune, at age 13, from his father Hojo. Sephiroth especially remembered the words that Hojo whispered to him after Sephiroth received his new weapon. "With this, it'll allow you to bring a lot of destruction and bloodshed. No one on this planet is ever innocent and they deserve nothing more than to be slained by this sword. Yet the time will come when the inner you, your real self, will come out. Until then, you will be disguised."
Sephiroth's real self didn't come out until almost 7 years after he received his Masamune, and this happened almost 7 years before this moment now. It had been 14 years in which he had his weapon that killed so many, with him. The bloodshed would never end until he gained his Ultimate powers. Even for him, it would take time.
While Sephiroth was coming up the building, he was almost 10 floors from the top, but here he had to stop at this floor. This is because a guard had spotted his shadow, and immediately Sephiroth wanted to stealth his intrusion. With that, Sephiroth took out his Long Sword and slashed the Guard dead, and others that were around. The blood was running down his sword and trickling down onto the floor. Sephiroth didn't care about this, he had to kill the President, and now rescue the Prisoners.
Sephiroth would now walk up to the top floor. While he was walking, a trail of blood was left behind him. Sephiroth never had any fear at the risk of being found. If he was found, more would simply die by his sword. As Sephiroth passed by a Lab, more memories came to him, but this time it was painful ones. In this memory, it was when he was very young. He was attached to various different machines in some tube. He can still remember Hojo's evil laughter, and then the flashing of lightsm as many tubes surrounding his were producing humans out of nowhere. Most of these and their features looked just like his.
Concentrate...Sephiroth needed to focus away of his pathetic Childhood memories. This was it, no more. He would completely wipe them away for now on. That last one was the final one, and no more to come. He was so close to the President now. The kill will be brought, and something new will begin.
"Father? What are Chocobos? I heard that they are great to ride!" A little boy with short, white hair, wearing a black robe questioned this to his father, Hojo, one day. Hojo, a scientist with long black hair and round glasses looked into the dark eyes of his son and spoke, "Sephiroth! Those aren't important and never will be! They are big, dumb yellow birds that should be exterminated like anything else on this planet!"
The young boy, Sephiroth, admired his father and learned a lot from him... "Damn these memories keep haunting me. It's all Hojo's fault I'm corrupted like this, and I enjoy it too! It's with my life I have to find mother, and I must become a god." Sephiroth knew that nothing could stop him at this point, as he was climbing Shinra's headquarters, planning to kill the corporation's President.
"Here. I give this sword to you, Sephiroth. Only you will be able to use and control it, bringing out absolute powers." More childhood memories sprang into Sephiroth's mind as he was almost reaching the top. He could remember back to the very first day he received his sword, Masamune, at age 13, from his father Hojo. Sephiroth especially remembered the words that Hojo whispered to him after Sephiroth received his new weapon. "With this, it'll allow you to bring a lot of destruction and bloodshed. No one on this planet is ever innocent and they deserve nothing more than to be slained by this sword. Yet the time will come when the inner you, your real self, will come out. Until then, you will be disguised."
Sephiroth's real self didn't come out until almost 7 years after he received his Masamune, and this happened almost 7 years before this moment now. It had been 14 years in which he had his weapon that killed so many, with him. The bloodshed would never end until he gained his Ultimate powers. Even for him, it would take time.
While Sephiroth was coming up the building, he was almost 10 floors from the top, but here he had to stop at this floor. This is because a guard had spotted his shadow, and immediately Sephiroth wanted to stealth his intrusion. With that, Sephiroth took out his Long Sword and slashed the Guard dead, and others that were around. The blood was running down his sword and trickling down onto the floor. Sephiroth didn't care about this, he had to kill the President, and now rescue the Prisoners.
Sephiroth would now walk up to the top floor. While he was walking, a trail of blood was left behind him. Sephiroth never had any fear at the risk of being found. If he was found, more would simply die by his sword. As Sephiroth passed by a Lab, more memories came to him, but this time it was painful ones. In this memory, it was when he was very young. He was attached to various different machines in some tube. He can still remember Hojo's evil laughter, and then the flashing of lightsm as many tubes surrounding his were producing humans out of nowhere. Most of these and their features looked just like his.
Concentrate...Sephiroth needed to focus away of his pathetic Childhood memories. This was it, no more. He would completely wipe them away for now on. That last one was the final one, and no more to come. He was so close to the President now. The kill will be brought, and something new will begin.