Author Note: Wow! Thanks everybody! Okay, now that exams are finally out of the way, I'll try to update more often because things are about to get interesting! Oh yes, just wait. I now leave you with the continuation of Abstract Silver and its many evil twists and turns!

Abstract Silver

Possessed by an 'angel'

Kadaj had been dreaming.

It wasn't the best of dreams that he had experienced. He was surprised that he was even capable of dreaming. There had been a sheet of calmness draped over his shoulders, allowing him to rest in peace. He was also completely oblivious to the pain his tormented body was experiencing.

When the dream had faded away into nothing, Kadaj was left alone with what he had discarded and did not like it at all. He hated feeling pain, it made him weak. Though from what he could tell, he was beyond weak. Nothing but a helpless shell.

During the moments where Cloud had arrived back at the bar, something Kadaj was also unaware of, the silver haired rebel tried to shut everything out, hoping the pain would subside for a few hours or more. Then the strangest sensation hit his body in a river of cold ice.

The water rippled over his burning skin, hurting him, causing his body to panic. He felt completely frozen, unable to move, yet his body was flailing around as if it had a mind of its own. All he wanted to do was remain still and sleep his problems away, but quite frankly, things wouldn't be going as smoothly.

Kadaj cringed inside as his muscles went into spasms whilst the water attacked the Geostigma. But the water had very little power to it, unlike before, and did nothing as the disease fought back with little strength. Kadaj bit his lip unintentionally, tasting his own blood as it pooled up inside of his mouth. Unable to stand it any longer, he heaved forwards and spit it out, spraying the blankets over him with small droplets of crimson.

He felt hands press down on his arms and lashed out in a weakened manner. He didn't know who was doing it, nor their purpose. He was shunned from the luxury of being able to see and therefore the reason why he was acting strangely.

Then he heard his voice, calling out in worried tones.

He wanted to answer, but the Geostigma was gaining power, turning him into nothingness. Frustration exploded within and Kadaj tried to fight against the bothersome disease, but could not hold up to the horrific power it possessed.

A hand brushed past his forehead, pushing back his hair, which felt disgusting on so many levels. The thought of just how awful it must look plagued Kadaj as he once again fought for control. It helped out a great deal that words of encouragement were being ushered through his niisan, most of which he couldn't decipher.

He body went still, muscles burning, heart racing at abnormal speeds. Silence filled the room but it was light enough to keep his body calm. Shuffling noises echoed in his ears momentarily as a deeply controlled voice accompanied them.

"I will return in a weeks time."

No questions were asked and Kadaj could understand why. The voice was just dripping with wisdom. A sharp noise of fabric turning and heavy boots upon the floor were the only indications that whoever it was had left.

Silence took over once again.

It was enough to lull Kadaj into a trance of sleep, one that was too promising to refuse. There were some things that he wanted to know and many more that he wanted to do, but he knew that he wouldn't be granted any of those things and gave into the darkness, wrapping himself in a world of better things.

Fog surrounded Kadaj from all angles.

It was like a brick wall before him, and just as thick. Yet again he could not see and that aroused some well maintained anger, creeping out from his box of hidden emotions. Then there was the fact that he was unable to move.

Before Kadaj could react to this, whispers began to fill the small space he was placed in. They rung loudly in his ears, growing louder and louder with every passing second. It was up to the point that it hurt, causing Kadaj to forcefully raise his hands, flinching at how much energy it took, and cover his sore ears.

Kadaj.

You've failed Kadaj.

Failed.

Failed...

You're a failure Kadaj.

Disgraceful.

Kadaj.

Failure!

The silver haired rebel ignored the pain that shook his body and flung himself to the ground, clenching his eyes and allowing his hair to cover his face completely. The voice didn't stop though, and continued to grow in volume as Kadaj felt his ears beginning to bleed.

Horrible.

Return to me.

Your time has run out.

Horrible!

Failure!

Disgraceful son!

His eyes opened as crimson trickled down his neck, landing on the exact same spot that the Geostigma had taken residence. The voice was nothing more than a screech, bouncing inside of his head. But it had forced him to open his eyes, shedding some light into his world, though it wasn't much.

Fingernails digging into the soft skin on his head, Kadaj did his best to block out the horrific noise and managed to when he completely drove it away. However, it was quickly replaced with a heavily weighed silence, much to Kadaj's dismay.

It felt like the world was crashing down upon him.

The silver haired rebel was forced to let go of his still ringing ears and his eyes widened slightly at the sight of his own blood smeared across his hands. Kadaj didn't have any time to study them as the force became worse, pushing him flat against the ground.

He stared at the black ground he was pressed against and struggled to rise when he felt everything being sucked into a void only a few feet in front of him. The fog was quickly dissipating, and the entire area that surrounded him as well.

His body was pulled forward as he ground out colorful words, clawing at the ground in hope that he could grasp onto something. Without any luck at all, Kadaj found himself at the mouth of the void, a force so strong that it screamed in his hears just as loudly as the 'whispering' voice had.

Before the silver haired rebel could do anything he was pulled directly into the void, screaming for help as it swallowed him whole.

From the side, Cloud and Tifa watched as Kadaj drifted off yet again. The mako eyes of which the blond possessed were livid with confusion as his gaze remained on the sleeping figure before them. Tifa on the other hand, was slightly worried for both her friend's sake, and the children who were bound to stumble upon Kadaj one was or another.

Kadaj lay still for what seemed like a very short time before he began clawing at the air, arms waving around frantically. A scream was ripped from his pale lips, echoing around and bouncing off the walls. Cloud was beside him within an instant, trying to hold his arms down, but Kadaj wouldn't stop.

The blond struggled for control over Kadaj, but had no other choice to draw back when the silver haired rebel struck outwards, catching Cloud on the right side of his face with surprisingly sharp fingernails, breaking skin and drawing blood.

Tifa ran forwards, grabbing Cloud by his forearm and pulling him away from the ill rebel. She stared at Kadaj for a few seconds until Cloud broke free from her grasp, heading towards the door. He only stopped briefly to inform her of where he was going, and that was downstairs.

Cloud shut the door quietly behind him, shaking his head from side to side at the turn of events and what was most likely to occur later on if everything continued to play out this way. He heard Tifa let out a long kept sigh as he entered the stairwell, then the noises as Kadaj once again thrashed back and forth on the spare mattress.

When he reached the bar area, Cloud went straight to the cupboards and retrieved a small crystal glass. With that in hand he walked towards a stainless steel sink, turning the white knob with the word 'Cold' etched into it. Water filled the glass up in mere seconds, small droplets landing on Cloud's pale skin where they glistened in the dull lighting.

At least they were lively.

Kadaj was thrown back into the same bland looking world that he had been in before. The fog was worse, but there was no voices, no intense weight threatening to crush him like a bug. And even though this place seemed a lot better than the first, there was still something greatly amiss.

The fog began to change shape, slowly spinning from side to side. Kadaj squinted his eyes slightly, trying to make out what it was doing. It didn't help that the fog was beginning to depart from its original position, making it harder to see.

In seconds the fog vanished completely out of sight. Kadaj let out a quiet sigh, eyes scanning the area just in case any more evils haunted the place. Glowing jade caught a glimpse of something from afar, but was taken off guard when the fog returned, causing him to fall down backwards.

The fog warped into an array of different colors, most of them dull. But they soon formed pictures and those pictures formed into scenes of his past life.

Haunting images flashed by, ones he had kept hidden away from even himself. Kadaj closed his eyes, but the images were still there. He tried to run but found that he couldn't. Then just as fast as they had appeared, they stopped.

Cracking his eyes open so that they were nothing but slits, Kadaj gazed deep into the fog and set his jade orbs upon a shadowed figure. It came closer and closer with every step, and with it the feeling of power returned, choking him.

Failure!

The voice returned from before, just as strong and horrible. The figure stopped moving and more images appeared, ones that Kadaj had never experienced before, ones he never remembered, ones he wished he had.

It was himself. And he was free.

This could be yours.

All yours.

Yours forever.

Freedom.

The fog lowered and the figure stepped through. Kadaj froze at the sight of the person who was now in front of him. He knew this man and he didn't want to be near him at the moment. But there was nowhere to run to.

Piercing eyes watched him carefully, studying his every move. He was clothed in his favored armor, worn and still intact. He carried no weapon, hands balled into fists close to his sides. But the thing that stood out among him the most was his long silver hair.

Sephiroth.

"So Kadaj, you've come to this have you?"

The older man looked down, a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips. His hair hung down loosely, covering the right side of his face. Placing his hands on his hips, Sephiroth cocked his head to the side and spoke once more.

"Will you lend me your strength?" He motioned to where the fog had once been. "In exchange, you'll be granted freedom."

Kadaj blinked several times, shocked to say the least. He didn't take long to think about it. Of course he wanted freedom, but what exactly did Sephiroth mean by 'lend me your strength'? Nevertheless, if the older man wanted some of his strength for freedom in return, then Kadaj would do it.

Besides, he had nothing to loose.

Silver hair brushing over his pale face, Kadaj nodded slowly. He was immediately met with a widening smirk from Sephiroth and the rebel didn't like it one bit. Suddenly, the older man stepped forward and everything went black.

Tifa looked back at the door, confused about everything. She heard soft whimpering coming from Kadaj and looked over, noticing that something looked irregular in his sleeping position, as if he was merely faking it. Then, without warning, his eyes shot open.

Those weren't the eyes that Kadaj possessed.

The intense hate that filled them was enough to make her stomach turn. Icy depths stared at her like a predator, kicking her instincts into gear. She readied herself for a fight, still confused by what was happening, but could do nothing as Kadaj shot outwards, hands circling her neck.

Surely the kid couldn't house that much strength as to choke the air from her lungs? Hell, his older brother couldn't even do it. And Tifa knew that it wasn't Kadaj was doing this, but something else. However, she was unable to fight back.

Feeling her life being whisked away as she frantically kicked outwards, hoping to strike Kadaj, Tifa choked out the name "Cloud", before entering a place of darkness.