DISCLAIMER – Though I wish it, I don't own FF7 or its characters.
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It is yet another un-eventful day in Midgar as a long figure shuffles down the carpeted path of the mighty Shinra HQ. Even in the stuffy heat, he shows no signs of discomfort in his long white lab coat and boots. Wearing blocky black glasses, and hunched over (due to a horrible car accident), his chestnut-brown hair points in every direction, like a mad-man's should, and his smile is lop-sided.
Enter Hojo of Shinra, the Great Scientist!
His black eyes glitter behind his nerdy glasses, hands entwined and slowly rapping together, as he paces his office, mimicking the actions of a diabolic mind. His office is quite the... precise-looking office, if you know what I mean. White tile, white wall, standard 80 watt light bulb in the stereotypical light-fixture attached to a cord. On one wall, is a bookcase crammed with opaque jars, some with liver, some with right-kidney, and some with spleen. Another wall inhabits yet another bookcase, this one having medical books residing within its mahogany shelves. A poster with the diagram of the human brain takes it's place above, and Hojo eyes it for a moment. Then, crossing the plaster-gray desk full of papers in the middle of the office, he goes past the file cabinets and touches one of his prestigious awards, all carefully framed and hung with care. The awards and certificates all recognize Hojo's life's work, all his achievements and accomplishments documented on paper. Hojo cherishes his awards.
A SOLDIER walks in, wearing standard uniform. "Sir, the DNA transmute is about to begin in Lab 1. The scientists await your instructions."
"Very well." Hojo briefly glances at the SOLDIER, and then shuffles to his desk, hands clasp behind him, and sits down. He starts polishing his name plate: Head Scientist Professor Hojo, PhD in everything Scientific. Then Hojo blinks and comes back to the situation, out of his random daydream of donuts and cows. "Tell Professor Xaemir that he may start the Duplication Generator, and turn on the Force Adjicator,"
"I shall give your instructions to the Professor, Sir,"
"But he is to await any further actions until I arrive. I do not want anything to happen to the specimen or the strand of DNA until I am present."
"Understood, Sir," The SOLDIER bows low, and then walks out the electronic door.
Hojo takes out a ball-point pen, and writes a few notes down on a piece of paper labeled Final Fantasy Mayhem. Then, looking up at the ordinary silver clock above the door, he gets up and shuffles out the door. Ambling down the corridor, he walks into Professor Spleen's study. Silently crossing the distance between him and Professor Spleen, he positions himself behind the Professor, and eyes the cozy room, with varieties of brown hues and warmth, in utter distaste.
"What theorem are you wasting your time to prove now, hm, Professor Spleen? Arctic polar bears are left-handed? Ants always fall on their right side when intoxicated? Or shall I use a spleen-pun? No, you wouldn't appreciate the simplicity of it. Not at all. You know, Professor Spleen, I shall always cherish my original conceptions of you as stupid, blundering, moronic, and lazy. A scientist these days needs dignity and self-respect, of which you harbor none. I wonder what I shall have to do with you... you do realize that your yearly exam is taking place soon... and, of course, it is entirely up to me as to whether or not you continue to reside here. Now then, I have more urgent matters at hand than to hear your respond to my harsh criticism of your work ethnics and simple personality. I have another great achievement to fulfill, another one that doesn't involve you. Farewell, Professor Spleen. And... Number Eighty-Two, on your theorem, it is incorrect."
Hojo then exits the study, and saunters down to Lab 1.
"Hello Professor Hojo! Nice day, eh?" The Canadian patrol man Bawb greets him. Canadian patrol man Bawb is from the far-away planet of Canadia, where ''curling'' rules and you say "Eh?" instead of "Huh?"
"Yes, an excellent day for me to get a promotion," Hojo responds.
"Well, I'll unlock Lab 1 for you!" Bawb cheerfully puts a key-card in the door, and it opens with a clicking noise. Hojo does not attempt to thank the kind man, but strides inside Lab 1.
Lab 1 is a big room, with white tile, white wall, and flat disks of light at the top for decoration. A big metal counter is positioned in the middle of the room with cuffs for restraining people, very similar to what you would find in a classic Frankenstein movie. To the right of it, is a big machine called the Duplication Generator, basically a small chamber formed of metal, with crystal-clear tubes going in and out of it. Many of the tubes connect to the Force Adjicator. The Force Adjicator is formed of four small neon-blue rods all hooked up together, and some metal attached to it to make it look really cool. To the left of the Duplication Generator is a tab with vials full of chemicals, and an opened book.
"Professors," Hojo steals their attention from the big metal counter, on which a girl is strapped to, to his hunched figure. "Today we are gathered here, to carry out my experiment. You are all my witnesses, and now I will explain the procedure to you. In the Duplication Generator, I shall place a strand of DNA. The goal is to regenerate the DNA into a living being. The DNA will be electrified by the Force Adjicator, and, along with a supplement of chemicals, shall be feed into this artificially created body. The goal here, is to successfully transfer the remains of the DNA into this shell, and bring it to life."
"Professor Hojo?" A young man, in his thirties, speaks out. His name is Professor Xaemir. With long lab coat, and spiked red hair, he poses quite the dashing figure.
"Yes, Professor Xaemir?" Hojo asks, irritated.
"Well, I was reading the data journal of a Dr. Jekyll Hyde, who did an experiment similar to this, procedure and all. His creation, he called 'Frankenstein', and it ate the liver, right-kidney, and spleen of everyone in the town. Are you sure that this is an original experiment, and not a stolen one used to waste our times?"
Hojo sighs. "Guards, take this foolish ingrate and lock him in the cell near my study. I need no idiotic questions aimed at the experiment that the President himself asked me to uptake. We commence now."
But Professor Xaemir won't keep quiet. "Professors! Listen to me! He plans on feeding you to his brain child! Sacrificing you to a monster that will ensure the doom of this planet! Your liver, right kidney and spleen will explode in its jaws! I beg of you... to... stand up... against... the tyrant... coconut... squirrel... flibbery... ... grenuyt?"
Hojo turns to Professor Xaemir. "Hm, seems that you have met my brain dehancer, and now your brain has exploded. No more sentient thoughts for you." Then he presses a button. A shiny button that says Start. All of a sudden, a video game appears onscreen. "WHO PUT A GAME CONTROLLER IN PLACE OF MY BUTTON!?" Everyone shrinks from the enraged Hojo, until one man comes up and shows him the shiny button next to the controller. Hojo presses the button with glee, and watches as light from the Force Adjicator feeds into the Duplication Generator which holds a piece of hair. Pouring in some red and pink chemicals into a tube, they flow and join the light energy, which them travels through tubes right to where the specimen lies, lifeless.
All of a sudden, her eyes blink open. "The specimen is alive! The experiment has had dynamic success!" A random scientist shouts.
Hojo walks up to the girl, who is wearing a long pink dress and red jacket, pink flower resting on her chest. He peers past her cropped bangs, the rest of her cayenne-brown hair tied in a braid, and peers at her abnormally green-colored eyes.
Enter Aeris Gainsborough, the flower girl!
"You are Aeris Gainsborough, known as the flower girl, an Ancient that was friends with me before you died. You were going to help me find the Promised Land, and that is your current objective. After months of looking, I found the revival remedy needed to restore your DNA to this body, which has been cryogenically frozen." Hojo feeds the lie to Aeris.
"I remember death... and I remember a face from before. A man with blonde hair like the ass of a chocobo... and an over-sized sword. Who is he, father?" Aeris looks up into Hojo's eyes, remembering nothing else of the past but the face of the man.
"His name is Cloud Strife, and he killed you. You are mortal enemies, no matter what he says."
"Even if he threatens me with apple cider?" Aeris asks, curious.
"Even apple cider." Hojo nods in agreement. "Now, I shall take the chains off of your hands, and your are to go and get examined."
"But I want to remember you, father. Or... at least spend time with you. Can we talk later?"
"Sure..." Hojo responds, a lie evidently there, but unnoticed by Aeris. He unlocks the chains, and Aeris gets up, rubbing her arms and legs, to get the blood flowing.
All of a sudden, a group of heavily armed people burst in. "AVALANCHE IS HEA' TO KICK SUM BUTT, YO!" A dark-skinned and broad-shouldered man jumps into view. Wearing a green vest and cargo pants, he glares fiercely at the scientists, who all flee, the exception being Hojo. "HO'JO! WHAT YOU DOIN' HEAH, HUH!? I THOUGHT WE KICKED YER ASS ALREADY, YO!"
"Well you obviously floundered in concluding your data. Maybe you even wrote down the incorrect data and concluded that." (raucous laughter can be heard from the nervous scientists, following protocol for whenever someone screws up bad on conclusions)
"GRRRRRR!" The black man, with scars on his face and angry demeanor, takes a step closer to Hojo.
(Enter Barret the Gunner, so you know (!))
"Calm down, Barret. Your anger will achieve nothing but fuel Hojo in his insults." In walks an orange-furred beast, cheetah-like in body shape, with a feral smile to match. His red mane, like that of a horse, runs along his spine, and little hair-wraps fall down. Branded on his shoulder is RED XIII. The beast sits down. "I see that Hojo has performed an experiment to revive Aeris back from the dead. Welcome back, Aeris."
Enter Red XIII!
Hojo looks at them with disinterest. "The only member of AVALANCHE and a stupid beast are here to take the flower girl away. How dull. Well, you can fight the guards off for fun, and if they capture you, I will have more test subjects. I would be curious to know the capabilities of that gun you have on your arm, fugitive, and as for the beast, I will be wanting it back again."
"I think not." An un-known voice responds.
(OK guys, a few things. Obviously, the characters WILL be mangled a bit, as is natural in most fanfictions. Also, I hope you enjoy this so far, I promise it will get better as it goes. Um... reviews are appreciated! And I would like to thank Lonewolf Fell for her help in this :) )
