Prologue
In a room that was made up of nothing but metal, a single tube sat. Inside the tube was thick, green liquid and within the liquid, a figure floated. It was a man. His eyes slid open, revealing a milky blue color that showed no emotion. There was a breathing mask over his mouth a nose, providing him oxygen that was needed to stay alive. The man seemed to look around were a hazy look in his eyes before they slid shut once more in sleep.
A man in a white lab coat entered the room and went over to a screen next to the tube and looked at it, an insane look in his eye. He went over to look at the man in the tube, a smile plastered on his face. What came next was very unexpected. The man's dark eyes widened as the person in the tube opened his eyes. The hazy blue look was fading from his eyes and turning them into a green color. The insane scientist watched in amazement as the green also faded and turned to a shade of red-orange.
All at once the tube cracked. The man's wide eyes narrowed as the green liquid in the tube began to seep out of the crack. The glass cracked even further as the man inside of it moved one arm as if it were nothing through the thick liquid with all of the wire attached to it. His palm placed on the cool glass, he put little force into it and within second, the glass splintered. Shards of the thick glass tore into the insane scientist's lab coat and making bloody gashes that was going to leave scars on his skin.
The green liquid gushed from the once whole container. The man inside swayed as if he were going to fall out, but instead, he stood up straight and yanked the cords and needles out of his body. His eyes narrowed, flaring with rage. He leapt gracefully down onto the glass covered floor, paying little attention to the frightened and amazed scientist just feet away as he walked over to the door. He opened it, his silver hair dripping with the green liquid. The wet on his hair made it look like melted silver that was smooth and slick.
He walked out, not looking at the people who stared at him as he walked past. The people had reason to give him strange looks-he wore no clothes and so he was headed down to where the facility kept all of the clothes and suits. He yanked open the steal door, ripping it right off its hinges. He walked inside the black room, looking around. He was able to see because of his night vision that had been given to his modified body. He looked from each suit and grabbed one. His eyes flashed. It was an exact copy of the outfit Genesis, the elite SOLDIER of ShinRa had worn. The man put it on and then grabbed the katana leaning against the wall. He strapped it to his back, noticing that it was an eight-foot long sword.