The mysterious creature drew nearer and nearer. Behind it was a manifestation of darkness spreading as a torrent of dark incandescent plasma would devour any kind of light in its path. It moved swiftly as it rode its slimy tentacles through the barren and rugged terrain. The gooey slime was acidic and would slide along its surface and dissolve the rugged terrain below. It floated inches above the ground as if bending air to create an invisible platform. Its legs were serpentine and serrated like a razors edge. They were violently slicing through the wall of air its velocity was creating.
The Blond was adamant in his decision to fight. He had decided to stop running and that he had suffered enough pain through the months of isolation and trepidation. He wanted to see Tifa again, and to finally lay eyes on his daughter whom he imagined to be the most beautiful child in Gaia after hearing Tifa's description of her. But he couldn't help to feel fear, he spent months running because of fear.
Deep inside when viewing his emotions he could feel himself well up inside. He had been terrorized by this and desperately wanted an escape from it for the longest time. Although he felt resolute in his decision he would think back with disgust, for not making it sooner when he wasn't as frail or vulnerable as he is now. But now he is determined to make his stand, even though a part of him reasoned that it would be more logical to run, because he wasn't in the condition or health for fighting but despite that, he is determined to end it hear and now.
Cloud; unlike me you have a choice…. The Blond heard a voice which left him bewildered and confounded. He vaguely recognized the voice; it was different from the other voices which tormented his mind. It was a male voice, low and mellifluous in nature. He just wasn't clear where he recognized it from though. As the Blond vigilantly began scanning the area he would see a splurge of darkness blanketing the vibrant luminous skies. And out of the corner of his eye appeared the creature that had been relentlessly pursuing him all these months.
"Jenova!" shouted the Blond in disbelief. "I should have known it was you fucking with my mind this whole time." He grabbed his buster sword and prepared to attack Jenova.
Jenova raised one of its slimy tentacles into the air and opened it revealing a grimy teeth covered fleshy bowl shaped surface which immediately blasted signals into the Blonds ears send him crashing to his knees and negating any chance of him attacking. Fight it damnit…. He heard the male voice again as it trumpeted Jenova's signals only for a second allowing him to recapture his sanity. He seized the opportunity as he desperately snatched his buster sword and furiously started his assault on Jenova before his fears of becoming a soulless puppet became reality.
He launched himself at Jenova with both hands tightly gripping the hilt of his massive buster sword. The blade hung behind his back as he readied her for a powerful strike. Fool…said the sinister woman's voice in his subconscious he now recognized as Jenova. The Blond, while in mid flight realized he no longer had control of his body and that he was completely in Jenova's mercy.
He floated in the air like a piñata waiting to get whacked by an eager child. His body was frozen, as if this were a scene from a movie put on pause. He was helpless. Jenova struck him with one of her slimy tentacles sending him flying and slamming onto the floor where he would remain. His body was cold and lifeless, it no longer belonged to him, it was now fully under Jenova's control.
"You are now mine child" whispered Jenova.
