I do not own Final Fantasy VII, I just enjoy writing about the characters. Sorry this chapter is shorter, but it will hopefully make up for the cliffhanger from the last chapter.

The President was in the throes of orgasmic bliss when his door was forced open nearly to the point of being thrown off its hinges. Like an avenging angel, Genesis bore down on the man with Rapier pointed at his throat. His blue eyes were glowing intensely, the mako reacting to his anger.

The President paled but still managed a somewhat confident sneer. "What are you doing here, Rhapsodos? I hardly think my Turks would have allowed you to simply stroll in here."

That was exactly what had happened, but he didn't need to know that. "I defeated them, of course. Did you really think they were a match for me?" Genesis lied smoothly. If things went wrong and the President survived, the Turks didn't need to be blamed. Angeal would never forgive him.

The President blinked but still tried to maintain his façade. "Is there a particular reason you decided to assassinate me or is it just out of boredom?"

"You may not be aware, but that cadet whose picture you've been enjoying is mine. I don't share." The statement began calmly, but his voice was like ice by the end.

"Really? I had heard you were involved with the General but I guess I was mistaken. I suppose I will have to get some pictures of him instead. He is a rather good-looking man, for an experiment."

At these words, Genesis's temper spiked but he still smirked at the man. "They are both mine and you will never look at them again. Well, I suppose I should begin, I was only guaranteed a short time here. What to do, what to do?" He sounded like a child deciding what to play rather than the hardened warrior that stood prepared to pass justice.

The President paled and attempted to put his pants back on but was stopped by a vicious glare. He sat up straighter in his chair as he realized that the Turks really weren't coming. This was all Hojo's fault for leaving a paper trail. Too bad he was already dead or his execution would have been assured. Fear trickled through his veins at the hopelessness of his situation.

Genesis had been contemplating the best torture for the man who had dared to look at Cloud like this. Sephiroth had had several suggestions as well. The ways were varied and painful, but they had to keep it short since Genesis would not have much time. The first piece of torture had been obvious though.

"Lay down on the floor. No, you will not need your pants. As disgusting as seeing that thing is, it won't be for long. I don't believe you will be needing it anymore."

At this, the President panicked and tried to escape. He prized his manhood and would do anything to keep it. He was laughably slow though, especially for a mako-enhanced SOLDIER. In no time, the man was on the ground. Genesis brought out a rusty kitchen knife and began to castrate the wretch. He had chosen to use the knife instead of Rapier because he did not want to sully his magnificent blade by having it touch the man. His scream echoed around the office and nearly shattered the Crimson Warrior's eardrum, but it was very satisfying.

The man lay in agony for several minutes before a Cure materia was used on him. It wouldn't do for him to bleed out before the torture was done. The brief absence of pain made the next cuts all the more excruciating.

Another knife, this one just sharp enough to pierce skin and muscle, was being used on strategic spots to maximize the pain. The dull blade tugged at the edges of the skin. The blood was pooling around the man again but this time a fire materia was used to cauterize the wounds. The piercing screams were down to whimpers as the man's throat became too dry and his strength waned.

Genesis was smirking coldly as he exacted their revenge for Cloud's suffering. Unbeknownst to the President, this was all being recorded. Since Sephiroth wasn't able to be there, Genesis was going to show him the entire thing. The evidence would then be destroyed.

He realized he was nearly out of time. The security cameras could only be off for so long before it became suspicious. A final serrated knife appeared in his hand as if by magic. He used the Cure just enough to bring the man back to consciousness. He forced the President into a sitting position so he could whisper a single sentence to him before gliding the knife across his jugular.

"Never touch what is mine."

Don't worry, this is not the end. I will be posting at least one more chapter/epilogue, but I am not sure how it will go. If you have any suggestions they are welcome. Please review! ~Amaya