Prologue:
Waking up has never been a fun occurrence, but I haven't the slightest idea of where I've been sleeping, and the nightmares I've had weren't pleasant. Of course, waking up where I've had, I haven't the slightest idea where I am. I last remember fighting in the desert, and then an explosion happened. Then, I woke up in what looked like a hospital, but this weirdo with a big forehead and goofy glasses was leering over me, calling me a "fine specimen." Now I've fell out of what looks like what Shin-ra used for, oh GOD! NO! A Mako showering device! Malack Destrehan gets up to have a better look at what he thought was a Mako showering device. Nope, it's not for Mako. It's a specimen container, but the resemblance is almost exactly alike. It's freezing in this place. I need to find some clothes.
Malack proceeds out of the room where his cell was, and walks down the hall. The scenery is of an old laboratory, one that he had never seen before. The equipment looked more like they were used for autopsies, rather than the muscle enhancement equipment he had seen in the SOLDIER barracks that he used to guard. While he walked on the cold tile under his bare feet, he remembered the day that he was injured. An attack on a SOLDIER processing facility was lead by terrorists, and as part of the Shin-ra military force, he went to defend. However, a grenade blew him back, burning him. The last part of the battle he remembers before he passed out was a tall man, with long, silver hair healing part of his wounds, saying, "This will get you by until the paramedics come out. You're lucky, because these guys messed you up almost as bad as I'm going to do to them." He then saw this tall man with Mako eyes draw his sword, and run toward the enemy.
It was Sephiroth. I had seen him around the labs sometimes. I wonder what ever happened to him? Not that it really matters. Finally, here's the locker room.
Malack enters the locker room, and sees about 40 lockers, all that were closed. It's days like this that I wish I could just wave my hand and, Malack waved his hand. All of the lockers open in a split second, all in unison. Open all the lockers? What just happened? There's no way. "Close." He whispers.
All of the lockers close in unison. Malack then just thinks of the lockers opening, and they all open again in unison.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" Walking through the locker room, Malack sees that all of the lockers are empty, but notices a door at the back of the room, labeled Project: Legacy soldiers. He enters and finds five lockers, two of which have been opened already. The names on the two to his right are illegible, but the names on the left are still somewhat noticeable. Viera. Sapphire. There's my name. Malack opens the locker in front of him, and sees something that he hadn't seen in a while. His sunglasses were there, but also were some new gear. A suit of upper body sleeveless armor was inside, with matching armored pants. It was grey, and the pants were black with grey padding. There were black hiking boots with steel toes inside. Also, there was a pair of grey and black gloves, looking remotely like motorcycle gloves. After getting all of his gear on, Malack noticed something on the mirror. There was an envelope attached to it, and inside was a letter. Malack read the letter to himself.
Malack, if you are reading this, it means that you have awoken from your slumber. My staff and myself took you, my friend, from the military hospital. You see, I was looking through military records to find specimens for improvements on the SOLDIER program, looking for an alternative to the use of Mako showers. My program used genetic engineering to create better soldiers. I took traits already dominant in their systems, and improved them. You, my friend, were a super-genius to begin with, and were wasted as a soldier. Now, I've given you new purpose. You may have noticed your telekinetic abilities already, but it goes beyond that, my boy. You are more of a mental warrior, able to use Materia like it's a reflex to you. I've developed your mind so that you can comprehend the wisdom of the Ancients like it's a child's toy. All the Materia you will need is in the lining of your armor. A listing of the spells is attached to this letter. Also, I've given you a special Materia. It's a Summon called Alexander, who is a legendary holy beast. His power is immense. He can easily decimate a small area of land in seconds with his Holy Judgment attack. Of course, you are in complete control of him. You are in complete control of everything. The potential of one of the greatest projects to ever come out of Shin-ra is at your fingertips, Malack Destrehan. You are great, like a god among insects. Now, take up your staff, and make me proud my boy. Hunt down Sephiroth, and finish him.
-Hojo
There's no way this letter was recent. I don't know why, but I don't feel Sephiroth's presence. I can't explain it. He's not here, at least not anymore. He has to be dead. Malack looks at a computer panel next to him, and looks at the date, and then the date on the letter. The letter was written two years before the day that it was. I guess that I'm twenty-four now. This doesn't make any sense. I'm guessing something must have malfunctioned during everything that happened. Why? Why on earth am I like this? I didn't ask for any of it? ARRRRGGGGGHHHH! Suddenly, the computer terminal explodes, and the mirror in his locker cracks. Malack can feel a rush of energy coming up from inside of him. All of a sudden, he feels like his eyes are burning, but not painfully. He blinks, and then looks in his mirror. Even with the crack, he can see a change. His hair has turned silver, and his eyes yellow. He has changed, and somehow, he likes it. So, this is Hojo's legacy? I look like a freak. I feel, powerful though. I feel like there is great power inside of me, behind my eyes. I love this!
Suddenly, Malack, drops to the floor, quivering. He feels cold all of a sudden, and he feels afraid. He closes his eyes, and begins to see things. He sees flashes of the experiments, of Hojo looking over him. He sees himself with a collar around his neck, and Hojo teaching him spells, such as elemental and status spells. He sees himself being disciplined, and acting like he has been lobotomized, like he has no control beyond what Hojo tells him to do. After the dream subsides, Malack gets up. He looks in the mirror, and sees the familiar image of himself that he is used to. This is too much. He read the list of spells. I remember reading about these during my training in the military. So, I can use them with ease. Well, let's give one a try. Malack raises his hand toward the locker room. "Ice."
The locker room suddenly is hit with shards of ice that are launched from the palm of Malack's hand. The shards connect with the lockers, piercing and freezing parts of them. This is intense. I need to get out of this place. This is too much. I just need to get back to life. I need to get out of here. Malack goes to another terminal, and hacks into the Shin-ra network. This network may be old, but it should keep records of all the citizens around. Let's see here. Enter name. Okay, let's try my old girl, Tifa Lockheart. Lets see, birthday, former address, A HA! Here we go, she owns a bar in Sector seven of Midgar. Excellent. I'm going to go there and find her. Maybe she can tell me about what's going on, who this Hojo guy is, and so forth. She has to know at least a little bit of what's going on. Maybe in Midgar I can get some answers. Malack leaves the locker rooms, and follows the signs in the base toward the garage. He opens the door, and finds an old Shin-ra military cycle. He rides off toward the nearest town, and then gets directions to Midgar. He begins a long trek toward the old city, heading for Tifa's bar.
