Fallen Flight
Hello, all. This is for the peeps that were attracted by the title, or who think this story may have some sort of lengthily plot. Do any of you know of a Fanfiction writer named Evil Little Person? Well, she's helping me edit it. So... yeah. This is a story of revenge... The Revenge of Sephiroth! (Do doo dooooooooo...) Sorry bout that... Another what the fuck moment brought to you by me. Any way this takes place after ff7 and before ff7 advent children, just so yah know :)
Damn those humans... Nothing but fools! I swear, once I get out of here, the first thing I'm doing is destroy every last one of them! But first will be that damn AVALANCHE and make Cloud suffer! I swear it upon Mother's Grave! I'll... What is this? Hmm, I can feel some sort of spirit, but, it's not in the Life stream... Who is that?
A dark silhouette walked silently through the open field, her feet crunching against the burnt and blackened grass. The silhouette stopped for a moment, looking at the blacked scenery. It had been burnt to an utter crisp, not even an insect could survive the area's blaze. Dead bodies, some still ablaze, lay mangled among the grass, for the once battle field now a graveyard. The silhouette sighed, and continued on, walking through the blaze. The fire was still going, not yet burnt out. The fire split sideways, making a path for the now solemn figure, face in shadow. She continued through the flames, her long cloak swishing in the heated blaze.
"Damn those stupid mortals, nothing but a bunch of weak and dumb creatures made only to satisfy my hunger... Speaking of hunger, I think I just might have to have a bit to eat before I leave... Damnit, none of these are alive... Hey, wait, what's this?" She smirked deviously, almost flying towards a still suffering, still alive human. She leaned down, still smirking, fangs slowly emerging from her two eye teeth. The human looked up, screaming in terror. She held up a finger, not even having to touch him to silence his calls of distress...
"ARGH!
I can hear the screaming. I can see the blood dripping... Hmmmm, maybe this girl may have a part in my releasing. I need to signal her somehow... The pendant on her neck, its glows like the life stream.... If I can only signal her somehow! HEY! WENCH! GET ME OUT OF HERE!
The figure stood up, blood dripping off of her hand and teeth. She licked the blood off her claw like nails. She smirked again.
"Hmmm... I guess it will have to do for now... Until I find another. Hey, what's that sound? It's so close... It's coming from my Pendant! Holy..." The life stream flowed through her pendant, which was now floating in front and above her head. Hollering emitted from the Pendant. Sephiroth had been captured within the Pendant. The pendant still floating in the air wile Sephiroth screamed at the figure.
"LET ME OUT OF HERE!" Sephiroth smashing against the walls of the pendant. The figure blinked.
"Soul release!" Sephiroth was released from the pendant, standing in all his cloaked glory in front of the figure. He laughed insanely, clapping his hands together a few times, making sure he could feel something.
"I'M FREE! I'M FINALLY BACK! Now time to kill those pathetic mortals of Avalanche..." Sephiroth started to walk off, leaving the figure to stare. She snarled, baring her fangs.
"AREN'T YOU AT LEAST GOING TO SAY THANK YOU? GET BACK HERE! SHOW SOME RESPECT!" Sephiroth whirled around, blinking.
"Now why would I do that? You look familiar... Do you have any thing to do with AVALANCHE, because if you do..." The figure laughed.
"Those weaklings? You think I would associate with MORTALS! HAH! Mortals are weak and pathetic, although there blood is quite tasty. Hey, right about now, YOU'RE looking quite tasty"Sephiroth narrowed his eyes.
"I am NOT human...I am BEYOND human. I am the great Sephiroth. And you, wench?" The figure bared her fangs again in a grin.
"Nor am I. I'm not giving you my name until you meet the rest of us. And if you refuse..." Her hands turned claw like, her nails returning to their sickeningly sharp claw form. "I'll rip you apart and clean your bones of every speck of blood and flesh." Sephiroth laughed loudly.
"You? A girl, threatening ME? Who in the history of Midgar, do you think you are? Some sort of, demonic goddess? Heh, you sure don't LOOK like a goddess, that's for sure." SLASH! Sephiroth was brutally slapped, also clawed, to the ground by the angry girl. She snarled loudly, much like a rabid dog.
"Don't you EVER speak that way to a woman, especially ME!" She watched as he rose to his feet, her eyes flashing yellow like the sun behind the grey clouds on a sunset. Sephiroth wiped his cheek, starring at the blood on his hands.
"Why should I give YOU respect, you foolish, obnoxious wench!" The girl rolled her eyes.
"Don't tell me the ' Great Sephiroth ' is nothing but an insult throwing, arrogant, sexist pig?" She exclaimed, laughing menacingly. Sephiroth's face started to turn red.
"HOW DARE YOU INSULT ME? STUPID WENCH!" The girl lunged forward gripping his collar in her clenched fist, pulling her sword out of no where.
"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME? If you call me that one more time...well I'll let my sword do the talking!" She said as she tapped his inner thigh with her sword. Sephiroth stood there, mouth slightly agape. He then frowned deeply, pushing her away as he pulled out his Masamune.
"I am quite impressed with your form of vulgar, but it has grown old. If you would like to live, step out of my way..." The figure laughed, raising her crimson sword. Its hilt was a bird like skull, its beak the shining red blade with small thread like veins of a deep, deep crimson. Within the blade, it looks as if the red Nile was flowing through its very core. The sword's blade was long, with small, menacing cracks of experience lining near the top of the hilt. The crimson looked like veins, veins of former victims. Sephiroth stared at the sword, and then looked at the girl with a raised eyebrow.
"And this is...?" Sephiroth mocked, laughing at the sword, even though it was only one foot shorter then his. The girl laughed long.
"You dare insult the Reine Blade? Hmph. Let us see how strong the Masamune truly is..." Those words sparked off the battle, Sephiroth and the figure, Masamune versus Reine. Sparks flew from the swords, both energies clashing in a raging battle of skill and utter anger, both furious from the insults thrown against each other. The figure parried her opponent's slash, twirling under Sephiroth's arm. He gasped, and whirled around, taking a good look at his attacker.
Her face was pale: much like the moon. Her eyes were like a sapphire, glowing life stream. She had a white streak on both sides of her bangs, her hair a deep, dark black, the tips snow white. Her teeth were a shining florescent white, her fangs sharpened to a fine point, probably able to tear apart flesh on contact, even if it was a soft bite. Her smirk was powerful, striking fear into the eyes of humans, mortals, even Sephiroth was almost fazed. Her stare was soul shattering, breaking through Sephiroth's piecing green eyes, startling him for just enough time to slash the Masamune high into the air. She backed up, keeping the sword at Sephiroth's neck, catching the Masamune in her other hand. She smirked.
"Hah, you thought you could beat me? I thought you could never be fazed by anyone. But, you passed. I wasn't really expecting you to even come as close as you did. To beating me, anyway. Follow me. I'll hand you your sword once you're past security. Come on, Sephy. By the way, my name is Finnaverre, but everyone calls me Finn." Sephiroth raised his eyebrow at this 'Finn' girl. Sephy? What kind of half-ass nickname is that! Sephiroth was suddenly yanked out of his thoughts by Finn, being pulled through the field.
"I need something to eat. Let's go clubbing. More victims. I hope you like raves 'cause that's where we're going..." Sephiroth sweat dropped, being hauled off by the fiendish Finn. Finn ran over to a motorcycle, that just so happened to be in the wrong place, wrong time, and it had the keys strapped to the side with a chain. Finn laughed, tearing the chain off violently like a bear tearing into its prey. She sat on the motorcycle.
"Get on; we're going to the desert rave, about 3 miles from base. Hurry up; we don't got all night..."
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