"Why experiments on humans? Hojo, you must have morals!" pleaded a desperate Turk.
His short black hair was stained with blood. His name was Vincent Valentine, a Turk. He was desperate for his girlfriend, Lucrecia. Its not going to happen.
"A Turk knows nothing of moral!" I exclaimed. "This is necessary for human development. I myself have become one with Jenova. We have impregnated her! An abortion will not happen for your love Lucrecia. I won't let it."
Vincent wasted no time in drawing his sole arm at the current, a Shinra machine gun. Before he could fire, I pulled out a Quiksilver, and put a bullet through his chest. His body fell to the ground like a dropped sandbag. I shoved the gun back into my lab coat. A jolt of reason shot within me though. Actually, it was a jolt of cruel thought that would destroy this man's spirit and soul.
I threw his body onto table. Rusty iron tools adorned it. They were covered with blood, sickening to see. It was time to rearrange this man. I took tools, and went to work. In traces of anger, I left horrible scars on him. Once I brought him back to life, he would have to hide his face. In the background, I could hear Lucrecia's baby being delivered. His name would be Sephiroth. This would be the perfect being.
Screams echoed, as this was a place of death. I put down my tools and walked to the adjacent room. The little baby was struggling out of Lucrecia. Its little head looked like a colored balloon, and Lucrecia was pumping to blow it up. The midwife was trying to ease her, yet tears rolled down her face. Her face was crimson red, and her eyes, bloodshot. The baby shot out into the midwife's hands.
"A boy." I muttered.
Lucrecia sat still, eyes closed. I wasn't going to deny what happened. Lucrecia was dead. I saw her muster one last bit of strength. With her final energy, she said,
"He will do great things. Damn you."
Yes, Sephiroth would do great things. I threw the midwife out of the mansion. I picked up the baby, and let him watch me work. I threw the corpse of Vincent into a capsule. He was bombarded with Mako energy. He would be back soon.
I put him back on the table. He would wake soon. I didn't notice then, that my Quiksilver fell out unto the table. I grabbed the crying baby, and went back to Lucrecia. I picked up her carcass and walked out. I threw her body into a coffin in a near by room. Quickly and quietly I left the house. I made sure everything was destroyed.
Two Months Later:
On a table identical to one a young Turk opened his eyes. Blood was everywhere. On his chest was a pistol he quickly pocketed. As he stumbled up, he came to another room. It was filled with coffins. He found one half open. He looked inside to find Lucrecia inside.
In awe, he said, "I need to sleep. Torture begins."