Like I said before. I do not own Final Fantasy VII or any of the series... I love it though... And I love Vincent... drools over his picture Anyway, on with the story.
The Forsaken Munky
Experiment number six hundred sixty-seven. Age Nine. I stayed locked away from the rest of the world, with the exception of books, for four years. I was used to the plain white holding cell. I had made a small library out of all my favorite books, which most revolved around death.
Doctor Hojo took me out the cell sometimes to take DNA samples of my blood. I might have been a project on hold, but he still paid some attention to me and my scientific importance.
After one of these occasions, Hojo grew very excited. He came to me with such a look on his face. I remember it exactly because it frightened me. It was an insanely sadistic grin that struck fear into even the bravest of men. I thought he was going to kill me. He told me that he had good news. Good news to me meant that I would hear from Vincent Valentine again, but I knew that it could never happen.
I recall Hojo saying that I was very special, almost as special as Sephiroth. In that moment, my heart lightened. I thought that there may actually have been purpose in my life. Excitement filled my nine-year-old body. The doctor had me moved into a larger room.
I remember the room clearly. Two walls were completely white, the third wall had a solid gray steel door, and the fourth had a large mirror-like window. This was the room used for the study of humanoid experiments. The entire room was lighted for sixteen hours, and then dark for another eight. I could only sleep about five of those eight hours.
After a few weeks of getting used to the room, Hojo came in for a visit. The man had brought a syringe with him. He told me what he going to inject me with, something that he had not done before. He also told me that I would definitely have a reaction to it, something he had never done either.
My bed had restraints attached to it. Hojo put me in these restraints, telling me that I would be glad I that I had them in the end. Then, all sorts of gadgets were attached to my being. The man then injected the chemical filled syringe into my bloodstream through a vein in my left arm. Oddly enough, that was the only vein they could find in my body even after all the years of conducting tests on my body.
It took only minutes before my body began to react to the chemical, giving me a most terrible, but memorable experience ever.
I could feel the chemical surging through my body with the help of my pumping heart. It burned like eternal flames, torching my muscles and bones. I was screaming and writhing within my restraints. My screams echoed through the room, and soon I lost that voice. I could feel the savage beast in me wanting to come out to kill, destroy, anything, as long as it would take the pain away. The burning sensation felt under my skin intensified even more at the same moment I had shut my eyes to disregard the pain. I could feel my fingers digging in the sides of my bed, my head moving about wildly. I heard some one yell in the background that my heart rate and brain waves were skyrocketing off the charts. My mind was screaming from the intense pain, for I could feel the burning in my skull.
I was feeling a change in my body. An anger was arising in me that I had felt only once before. I wanted to kill Hojo for doing this to me. My body was continuing its brutal, forced change. I didn't like the outcome, or I was pretty sure I wouldn't like the outcome. The horrendous change began attacking my right arm.
The skin on my right appendage was becoming scaly, my nails becoming elongated and deadly. My muscles in that arm were becoming ripped and solid. The scales painfully covered my entire arm, starting from the fingertips on up. I could feel some of the bones crack within my arm, for they were taking a much stronger and solid shape. The pain was excruciating, attacking my sanity.
The rest of my appendages were also reacting to the chemical coursing through my veins. The transformation was covering my entire body, even my face. My screams could no longer be heard, but I instead let out heavy grunts, breaths, and gasps.
My eyes were clenched shut, for the now the burning sensation had reached my eyes. I wanted to cover my face, something, anything. The light was still shining through my eyelids. I couldn't bare it. It damaged my eyes temporarily, causing a thin layer of film to cover my eyes. I panicked because of this. I heard someone say that my heart rate was still going up and that I could go into cardiac arrest at any moment.
Then it began to fade. All the pain was seeping from my bones and the burning sensation was also leaving. From somewhere in the room, I could hear another saying my heart rate was slowly dropping, returning to normal. I still could not see anything, for it was still all bright and burning. My body stopped fighting the restraints holding me down.
I could hear Hojo laughing, but then he asked someone if they had been catching the transformation on video. There was a following yes for the answer to his question.
I was still very scared. My body felt so much different now. Ravaged and torn. Then his picture came to my mind. Vincent Valentine's face that was full of kindness, or at least the kindness that he had shown me before he died.
I smiled; my last action before I flat-lined.
From documents that I later found and read, the team that Hojo had put together for his experiment brought me back to the world of the living.
My nine-year-old body could not take such shock again, or else it would have fried my brain. So once again, the project was put on hold. Hojo would wait a few more years before putting me through such shock again.
