The room before was a red color, but this room was bathed in blue, from top to bottom, and everything in between. It would have been breathtaking, on any other circumstance. Large vents were set into the walls and ceilings. Large wound lights shedding blue accompanied them. Endless pipes about the side of his fist and growing to his head littered the room here and there.
And all ran from the very center of the room, where a pillar of blue was being guarded by an angel.
Or what might have been an angel. Zack couldn't be sure. It looked a lot like an angel. What seemed to be wings of metal came from the sides of a cyber looking woman If she had been human, she may have been pretty, but this machine, which Zack was positive that's what this was, only gave him chills.
Or would have, if rage had not melted them all away.
"Mother, let's take this planet back together. I've thought of a great idea. Let's go to the Promised Land." Came Sephiroth's horrible, coaxing, voice up ahead, standing on a pipe in front of the winged woman.
"Sephiroth!" Zack screamed, placing his sword between him and the man, "How could you do this to everyone?! Their families, their home!" Hate was spread thick over Zack's usually calm and smiling face. It would have been a frightening sight to many, but Sephiroth didn't even turn to look at him.
Didn't even speak to him ,when he replied.
"Ha, ha, ha...... They've come again, mother." The general whispered. "With her superior power, knowledge, and magic, Mother was destined to become the ruler of the Planet."
Zack gritted his teeth, trying hard to keep from losing his temper and just attacking this man.
"But they…" Sephiroth whispered, moving closer to the machine. "Those worthless creatures are stealing the Planet from Mother."
He laughed slightly, hands raising to touch the woman's face. "But now I'm here with you so don't worry."
With a violent yank, the grinding of metal on metal, the scream and strain of tubes and pipes coming undone, the man ripped the roman from her place. From her face came spilling a golden liquid, flying about her as the metal case was flung aside.
Zack let out a angry growl. "What about my sadness?!" He screamed, "What about Clouds?! Tifa's?! Their family... friends... The sadness of having their hometown taken away from them!? It's the same as your sadness!" He yelled. "But they haven't gone mad like you!"
Sephiroth turned his head slightly, grinning. "Ha, ha, ha... my sadness?," He asked, laughter playing in his voice. He's amused… Zack thought. Why is he amused?! "What do I have to be sad about? I am the chosen one. I have been chosen to be the leader of this Planet. I have orders to take this planet back from you stupid people for the Cetra. What am I supposed to be sad about?"
"I trusted you!" Zack screamed. The silver haired man rolled his eyes, turning away from him and back to Jenova. "Sephiroth... I trusted you... No, you're not the Sephiroth I used to know!"
He picked back up his fighting stance, not sure what exactly he was doing. This was it. Surly this would be his end.
The general merely turned to him, looking bored.
"You don't expect to fight me, do you?"
"I will if I have to." Zack said. "Your doing this for all the wrong reasons. You're a hazard to everyone, Sephiroth. If you wont stand down, I'll make you."
Sephiroth chuckled. "Do you hear him, mother?" He asked, starting to turn again to Jenova.
"She isn't your mother!" Zack screamed. This stopped Sephiroth dead.
"What?" The man asked, turning to Zack. "He is accusing you of lying, mother-"
"your mother is a Shinra scientist! Hojo is your father! You were used-"
"Shut up!" Sephiroth yelled, lifting his hand up, palm facing Zack. The man felt his body trying to tear away from him. With a gasp of pain which drew in no air, he felt himself being lifted from the ground and-
And flying through the air which he had tried to take in. Fast. To fast. His fingers lost grip on his blade, and seconds after he slammed against the wall of the reactor. Pain shot through every piece of him, as his body pushed off the wall to fall with just as much force against a pod.
Somewhere, Zack could hardly remember to breath so it was twice as difficult to pinpoint the location of the voice, Sephiroth spoke-
"That's just like you, to take matters into your own hands.". His mind swam with so many thoughts. Pain dominated them. He heard something slip closed, guessed it to be the door to Jenova's cell, and his eyes were taken over by a gray film. He trembled, moaning in his pain, and tried to push himself up. Fire shot up his spine. With a loud gasp and whimper he fell back again.
"Zack!"
His thoughts drifted away from him. The voice echoed endlessly in his head, just as he felt himself drop from consciousness for a moment, only to jolt back into it. His head turned slowly, very slowly but still so painfully, so he could peer out half closed eyes at Cloud's back as he examined Tifa's motionless body. He swore, his words mingled with pain and hate.
