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My eyes flickered open slowly, my head throbbing with a familiar pain I usually associated with a three day hangover. It was only after a few times blinking that the fog that clouded my vision didn't clear that I began to panic slightly. I opened my eyes fully my mind screaming at me. It was only as I looked around franticly that I began to grasp the basics of my situation.

I was submerged in a gel like liquid; I guess the colour easily by the blue like tint that had died what I assumed was a white room. Dimly I could hear the beeps of machines. It was as I peered from behind the wall of glass that I realised there was something moving behind my watery coffin.

I couldn't discern much at first but it was as tough my vision was getting clearer with each second my eyes where open. I presumed it was a man dressed in white, probably wearing some sort of lab coat. Other than that I could tell he had unhealthy yellowish skin- the colour that came when olive tined people didn't go out in the sun often enough and a rather ratty brown pony tail.

Everything in my brain started clicking together awfully quickly. The man with the ratty pony tail was Hojo, I was swimming in a vat of MAKO and he had come to check on me because the various needles I now noticed covering my entire body had picked up my increase in heart rate caused by my panic and confusion.

Well, fuck.

Much faster than I would have thought possible in the watery stuff that surrounded me I lashed a fist out hitting the glass. Much to my surprise the glass didn't break but my punch did leave a large crack in the giant test tube. I readied myself to thrash my way out of the watery prison when I noticed the crack growing at an alarming rate.

Hojo must have noticed it too for he was running towards the door where he pressed some sort of red button. It was only when the glass cracked open and all the liquid MAKO poured out, dragging me with it, that my vision cleared and I realised he had probably just called security.

Sure enough the normally white lights started flashing red and obnoxiously loud alarms began assaulting my sensitive ear drums. In fact everything was sensitive. The light, though not as invasive as the bright white lights, burned slightly against my eyes, the smell of detergent burned in my nostrils and my skin was uncomfortably sensitive to few textures that surrounded me.

Looking up to meet eye to eye with a rather infamous scientist I made a decision that I'm pretty sure anyone else in the same position would have done and that I'm quite proud to admit myself. I lunged at his throat ready to kill the slimy bastard.

The part where I move so quickly I trip over both my feet and Hojo I am not so proud to admit. I did however manage to knock Hojo out clean as he hit his head against the wall making a furfillingly hollow noise. Without hesitation I took Hojo's lab coat and dress shirt, consoling myself that though they where his they where clean- I was not escaping from some secret ShinRa facility naked thank you very much.

It was only as I put both garments on that I distantly heard footsteps against hard floor rapidly approaching my location that I realised I had to get out of there and now.

Jumping to my feet, I made my way to the closed sliding doors. Staring at the mechanical door, they reminded me of an elevator and through the haze of adrenalin and shock caused both by my sudden consciousness and my apparent 'super powers' I decided to try and pry the door apart with my hands.

Fortunately and amazingly, it worked. I jumped out of the door way as soon as I let go anticipating the way the metal doors snapped back together extremely quickly and with a force I couldn't believe I had matched.

To my right the two pairs of footsteps where visible, both men easily towering over me, that looked to be dressed in SOLDIER uniforms- I shook my head, this entire situation was crazy. So as any logical person would I recovered my bearings and instantly begun sprinting in the other direction. What I did not take into effect was my enhanced speed and strength and rather than run like I imagined I would I overstepped and in one ridiculous bound face planted against the far wall. Another detail I would later remove from my escape story.

Peeling myself off the wall, I half stumbled, half ran, away from the two SOLDIERS pursuing me looking desperately for a way out when I spotted what was probably my only way of escape. I didn't hesitate launching myself at the window, but did take one last backward glance at the two men.

"Wait, you'll die from this height!" He yelled out an arm reaching forward as my back collided with the glass.

And like that I was falling; I turned to see that he was indeed right about the height aspect. I'd probably jumped from at least the sixtieth story of the building. I suddenly felt like my hamster, the same one that had committed suicide off the second story balcony and ended up only a bloody, furry smear on the pavement below.

Deciding I wanted an open casket funeral- dismissing the idea that who would attend the funeral in this demented world- I manoeuvred my body so that rather than heading head first to the quickly approaching cement I was feet first with my knees bent and bracing for impact, not that I knew it would do anything to alter my ultimate demise.

I crashed into the ground my fegs surprisingly enough not splintering into a million small pieces though I did hear a loud crunching noise as all sensation to my lower body was cut off and the shock radiated to the rest of my body leaving me nauseated, dizzy and consumed by pain. I feel to my knees no registering the cement cracking under the force of my landing, only a second later I tumbled unsuspectingly downward falling through the side walk and penetrating the plate falling into the sector below.

My one ounce of fortune allowed that I landed in a deserted area with no one to hear my snivelling as I bit into the flesh of my forearm to keep from screaming. It took me longer than I'm proud of to collect myself however once I did I was only greeted by the sight of my mangled legs and that something was very, very, wrong with my gore.

Passing a hand through the sticky liquid substance that smelled faintly acrylic I held it up into the slight light and to my eyes where I identified for what it was. It was my blood. That and it was blue.

My hand lung limp as I processed yet another revelation at my situation and unfortunately it didn't take me a long time to figure out what had happened: Minerva had recreated my body using MAKO. The 'lifeblood' of Gaia.

Ew.

Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww w.

For a brief moment I realized that if the body that I was in, was indeed a 'fake', where was my real body? I dismissed the thought thoroughly disturbed by the answers that popped easily to my mind.

Instead I watched in wonder as the remnants of my legs grew blue-white vines and glued its self back to fucking-gether.

With an experimental wiggle of my toes I was surprised by the complete lack of pain coming from my legs that had been a pile of neon gore only seconds ago.

"Well that's new." I muttered under my breath and looked up at the hole that I had fallen in through and into the dim light that streamed through the crater- it probably looked quite cinematic.

What else could this insane world throw at me?

Screw you Minerva, I thought while rising to my feet, dusting of ash and cement debris. You may have put me in this world but I'll be damned if I do what you say.

A/N: Still no BETA (Anyone, anyone?)

So chapter 1, who likes Alex's spunk? Not the character I thought of to be honest, they always seem to develop to be more layers. My sister sais it's because I overanalyse everything.

Bit not good?

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