Yes, I am still alive...barely. School has been a real pain lately, let's leave it at that.


Zack was brought into consciousness by a strong grip pinching his shoulder. He opened his eyes reluctantly and looked into the angry, mako eyes of his superior.

"SOLDIERs do not sleep on the job." The silver-haired man said irritably.

"But we're not even there yet."

He rolled his cat-like eyes at the younger man and pointed out the window where a large tanker was nearly below them.

"Oh, well then, guess we are there." He said without looking at Sephiroth, for he knew he was smirking. "So, how do we get down there?"

"They'll lower us enough to climb down the ladder." He said as he rolled a rope ladder out of the helicopter as his long silver hair blew around from the wind generated by the rotors.

He watched the older man swiftly climb down the ladder, then hurriedly followed after him. When he landed, Sephiroth was nowhere to be seen. "Great," he groaned, "five minutes into the mission and I've already lost him."

Suddenly, Zack could hear screaming in the distance and cries for help. "Maybe not." He said as he hurried towards the noise. He skidded to a halt as he shook and looked at the sight before him. "By Ifrit, he splattered them all over the walls." He said as he looked at the blood and organs dripping and slidding their way down the walls and ceiling. "No materia can do this!" He exclaimed as he continued and beheld the sight of dismembered Wutainese troopers, their inards splattered like their predecessors.

Sephiroth's Point of View


He didn't know why they had made the scrawny SOLDIER come with him, but he wasn't about to let him get in his way. Rushing down the ladder, he immediately ran off where his sensative hearing and smell indicated enemies whilt unsheathing the mighty Masamune. These pathetic creatures will soon know why one of his nicknames is The Silver-Haired Sadist.

Using the strange powers he had since birth, he shot light blue, acid-like orbs at the weaker soldiers, tearing their limbs and sending their blood flying on the walls, ceiling, and most enjoyably, himself. He stopped momentarily to lick the crimson liquid from his lips while grinning devilishly and laughing at their futile attempts to flee and get help, then continued his massacre, wiping out the Wutai popukation on the ship within moments.

Still shivering in excitement from the slaughter, he turned around and headed back to the helicopter. He narrowed his eyes in annoyance as he could hear something. "One more must still be alive." The silver-haired man thought to himself as he held his sword high ready to strike it down as he turned the corner.

Back to Zack


He trembled before the General's almost-insane gaze before he recognized the person in front of him.

"Oh," he said, nearly in disappointment as he lowered his Masamune, "it's just you, Zack."

"Well, come on and let's get out of here before you do anything else weird." The spiky-haired person said as he relaxed and turned back towards where the helicopter waited. He noticed he could only hear his own footsteps and turned around to face his superior.

Zack saw that he had his eyes closed in bliss and a smile on his face, and was that purring he heard from him? "Yo, the mako making your body cat-like other than your eyes?" At this outburst, the General snapped his eyes open and rushed past him hurriedly to the helicopter without a word said.

"Okay, creepiness noted down." He muttered and followed after him. He sat down in his seat as the chopper began the flight back to Midgar...