I suppose if you want to get technical, I DO own all the stoopid nameless guards and such, but who cares about them? I want Sephy sniffs.
And I am aware that my writing at the moment is crappy and boring, but it will get more interesting. Just please try to survive the set up as I suffer through it too.
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Sephiroth awoke with a vicious banging on the door, followed by the familiar flip that meant food. Slowly rubbing his eyes, he rose from the cot, kneeling down to collect his meal. Didn't care to know what it was or even what was in it. It was merely another mundane routine in his daily life. It was supposed to be healthy for his development or something like that. If he thought too much about what he was eating it usually made the taste more prominent. If he didn't eat, there was no other. He was hungry. It seemed a fair preservation technique. Sephiroth finished quickly, and started playing with his fork. Twirling the silver implement in his fingers. No not silver. Silver was more pliant. It was most likely nickle silver. So named for the color, as it retains no actual silver. At the very least maybe silver plated, but there is no net value in plating. A compound formulated of 60% copper, 20% nickel and 20% zinc. Typically used for cutlery, or making jewelry. Given the sturdy nature of this compound it is implemented far more than precious metals. Or rather mixed in so that one with no real eye for such thing would notice. Often blends well with all variety of stones. Sapphire seeming to be the most popular, but Sephiroth always liked the way a silver appearance could compliment Garnet or Rubies. Red hues just seemed to fet the colors better than anything. He liked the color red.
His thoughts paused briefly in its rambling. A green overtone seemed to shade his mind. He liked green too. They complimented each other very well. Naturally, because they were complimentary colors, but none of the other combinations held his interest the way they did. Greens just always seemed to draw his interest then even the smallest splash of red could keep him hooked. Sephiroth's head inclined slowly. Visions of stairs. Green light and steel. Steel blocking his view of what he wanted to see. It wasn't fair. There had to be some way to get in that door.
A loud banging on the door broke him from his musing. "Hurry up, we're ready for you."
"Uh." Sephiroth's heart was pounding like it did when he knew he was somewhere he shouldn't be. But why? "Ok." Just thinking about something wasn't so bad... was it? Glancing down at the fork, still in his hands, he realize his startled actions had broken a prong off, as well as bending the handle. Quickly, he slid the prong under his pillow, and straightened the fork out. Sephiroth slid out of bed, to slip the plate back under the door.
The man, on the other side, could be heard picking up the plate. "I'll be back for you." His footsteps slowly faded down the hallway outside.
Sephiroth pulled open the drop box, next to the door, pulling out a small white robe. He never had much to wear. Just the same simple white robe, and pants. It must have been out of convenience for whatever they needed to do to him. The clothes had to be changed every day. He guessed to keep out some kind of infection. Not that it mattered. Sephiroth never got sick. He changed quickly, sliding the old one into the slot.
The footsteps returned, coming to a stop outside of the door, which soon opened. "Come on."
He was behind the door, so Sephiroth could easily grab the key card and fork prong, sliding them into his pocket. They'd come later to change the sheets, and he couldn't risk having someone find them.
xXx
Sephiroth was led into the Doctor's office, where he was to do his studies. There was a small desk, by the wall, with a stack of books for today's lessons. He sat at the desk, constantly guarded. Being forced to study for hours. Advanced science, mathematics, physics, and anything else they could squeeze into that little brain. Memorizing four new chapters of each every other day. Fortunately, he was able to comprehend and absorb things quickly. He learned long ago how to make it look like he was studying for much longer than it really took. Not that it mattered. The guard he had for today usually fell asleep, from waiting, anyway.
Sephiroth closed the last of his books and sighed. He may have been able to absorb it quick enough, but it still took a long time to finish reading. It had been what seemed like hours, and most likely was. His arms stretched high over his head, he yawned. As he settled back down, head drooping lazily in his hand, his eyes started to wander. Scanning the contents of the Doctor's office for what must have been the millionth time. Letting his mind drift off into his thoughts once again. Unavoidably, and much faster than before, he began to contemplate the green door. Well, 'green door' wasn't a very accurate description. It was actually a steel door with a green light behind it, but the other way was just simpler to think about. It was better to not over complicate things with long descriptions. That way you could remember and build up to the details later. If there were anymore details to be observed if he was stuck on the outside. A red spark seemed to catch his eye. Sephiroth paused. Unsure of what in the office could possibly knock him from his musings.
It was a book. A book he'd seem far more times than he hoped to count, but for some reason kept drawing his eye. The book had a deep red spine with dark text that seemed to twinkle in the florescent light, from this angle.
He didn't get it though.
He'd seen those books plenty of times. It'd never jumped out at him like that before. Why now, did he notice it? Why did he have this unruly urge to take that book?
With another glance at the guard, Sephiroth scooted out of his chair and patted over to the bookshelf. He quietly rolled the chair over and climbed on up. The dark text came in clearer up close. At first glance it appeared to be black, but there were obvious hints of green in the highlights. His head turned sideways to better read the title.
'Armageddon'
He mouthed it, wordlessly, and jumped when the guard snored. How had he heard him? Sephiroth watched the guard, his heart in his throat. It had to just be a coincidence. This man slept like a rock. He was still definitely out. Sephiroth's eyes flicked between the shelf and the guard. The Doctor's books were off limits to him. He never dared taking one before, fearing the punishment for it. Did he dare risk it now?
Sephiroth's attention turned fully back to the shelf. Before his mind even settled on a logical answer, he plucked the book off, and jumped under the desk.
The pages were packed with loose papers. Notes. Fast scripts, taken in the margins, made it difficult to read, despite some being highlighted. He tried to make some sense of the contents. Evidently the Doctor understood this jibberish, but the knowledge must have been beyond his comprehension. As he flipped through the pages he found some illustrations. It looked like some kind of monster. The illustration was in some kind of impressionistic style, which made it difficult to discern details. He flipped around more and found another drawing of what must have been a demon. Glowing eyes and large wings like some kind of bat out of hell. Still, those same words jumped out at him. The caption beneath this picture had not been scrawled over. It read: "Soul wrought of terra corrupt, quelling impurity, purging the stream to beckon forth an ultimate faith. Behold mighty Chaos, Omega's squire to the lofty heavens."
'Omega' and 'Chaos'
It didn't make sense. Omega was the twenty-four letter in the Greek alphabet, and Chaos meant 'a state of utter confusion or disorder'. Non tangible phenomena that can only be observed as a purely metaphysical interpretation. Yet this was implying they were a physical being. That Chaos was somehow a servant of Omega.
What did they have in common?
Armageddon, or Apocalypse, was the event that was meant to bring the end of everything. Sephiroth's brow creased with thought. Something else had occurred to him. Omega could also be interpreted as the last of any series. The end. 'Utter confusion or disorder' could cause damage or destruction.
End and Destruction?
If Chaos serves Omega, then that would mean that disorder somehow serves the end... of the world? Why would anyone want to destroy the world?
Why would the Doctor want to destroy the world?
He knew he was mean, but what point is there in destroying somewhere you live?
From between the pages, a small yellow envelope slid out onto the floor. Sephiroth laid the book on the floor, and picked it up. He opened the envelope to find a key card inside. "Hmm." His shining green gaze looked over it, examining to see if there was anything different or unusual about this particular card.
Footsteps came, from down the hall, and Sephiroth slid the envelope back in the book, pocketing the card, and returned the book to its rightful place. He proceeded to wake the guard and sat back at his table. The book, he was supposed to be studying, flipped back open and Sephiroth resumed his role of pretend. Although, most of his attention went to controlling his breathing and getting his heart to slow down.
The guard fidgeted, standing to attention as two other men entered. Sephiroth closed the books, and stood as well.
"Are you finished?" One of the men asked, only really half caring. The boy nodded and was led out.
xXx
He was taken to a training room on an upper lever, though it was still in the basement. Sephiroth stood in the center of the room. Six men surrounded him, all with different varieties of weapons. One man shot at the child, another swinging a sword. He was able to dodge, quite skillfully, only caught off guard when a leather whip snapped around his wrist. Almost immediately, another bullet was fired, and he tried to evade as it grazed his foot. Sephiroth growled at the bothersome whip, slinging its master into the gunman.
What seemed like a round of firecrackers exploded all about, but Sephiroth managed to kick some back at his attackers before they detonated. They busted, enveloping the room in smoke.
Sephiroth was able to knock them all out easily enough. He panted, glancing up at the window overlooking the training room. The Doctor's silhouette stood behind the glass. Watching his progress with great intensity. Was it enough?
The Doctor merely shook his head, walking away. Sephiroth sighed, miserably.
xXx
After another day was finally completed, Sephiroth just lay in his cot, fiddling with the three objects he had acquired. He scratched the top of his toes on the back of his other leg. They hadn't bothered to wrap up his foot, from where the bullet grazed him. Not that it mattered. He never seemed to need them to tend to his injuries. It just itched.
He picked up the two cards. It was then that he noticed the card from the book was indeed different. The strip, on the back, was slightly redder than the typical black.
The colors converged and that ominous green light began to form in his mind again, bringing with it the same questions.
What was behind that door?
Why did the thought of that light make him happy?
Why did it bring comfort?
Easing his mind?
He had to know what was behind that door, and he had a hunch this key card would help.
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AN: man I'd really hate to have to speed this up, but all this crap is just so damn boring… I friggin hate set-up. I hardly had the patience to type it up. Especially since all the ideas I keep getting are AFTER the green light… sigh