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Cause and Effect; Solo
Topic Started: Mar 31 2009, 07:56 PM (138 Views)
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Angeles leaned against a piece of broken rock, carefully bandaging the new wound on her side. She had healed what she could and was now dressing the rest. She finally tied a knot on her back and slipped the hem of her shirt over the bandage. She then hummed slightly and leaned back casually against the rock, looking at the sky that had become grey after the storm, but was growing darker as night approached. She blinked then closed her eyes and inhaled softly taking in the cleansing scent of rain washing away the burning stench of smoke.

She smiled peacefully and hummed in delight, then slowly slid down the broken rock until she was sitting against it. She slowly cleared her mind, focusing on the image of the thistle amongst the glowing white trees of the sleeping forest. It was swaying gently in a light breeze. Her expression slowly faded to a peaceful one and she began to meditate, and as she did she began to feel. Her brow furrowed and she wondered what it was.

It felt like a pull, but not a sever one as the one that Sephiroth put on her whens he let her mind go to him. It was a gentle pull, like someone gently guiding her by the arm towards something that she didn't know. Not a place, it wasn't like going home, but rather, a person that she knew, deep in her memory. Who was the person? She tried to focus, then her concentration was broken. She opened her eyes and thought for a moment.

She could sense Sephiroth’s will in the back of her mind calling for her to join Reunion and to find mother. Find mother. Yes, she wanted to find Jenova. She wanted to find the creature and decimate it, destroy it, burn it, spread its ashes across the Planet and laugh maniacally at the edge of some cliff like her mind was lost to several dozen birds and three and a half squirrels to feed on. Then she could possibly find those tiny animals and burn them as well for good measure but she wasn't sure if it was worth all that.

She smirked slightly and shook her head, then closed her eyes and thought. Slowly she concentrated again and again felt the strange aura. She tried to recognize it bringing to her mind the images of ll those she knew and cared about: her Turks, Saeta, Lizo, Kyo, but teh aura did not respond to any of those thoughts and continued to gently pull on her. Sh ebegan going though the faces of other people she knew, such as shinra executives and Soldier personelle, even the cetran girl in the slums but still nothing.

Angeles felt herself become frustrated and she lost concentration again as she began to think about what it possibly was. She then stood up and began walking around to try to figure out what it was. There had o be a way to figure the thing out. She didn't want to go in search of something dangerous. Finally she closed her eyes and concentrated, trying not to think and distract herself and gradually she began to feel a pull, and she recognized it as the pull towards Jenova.

Her eyes snapped open and she began to walk towards where the pull was coming from then stopped. She pulled out her cellphone and looked down at it. She wondered if she should call someone and tell them, then her eyes narrowed and she put it back. She didn’t want to be the cause of someone she knew getting hurt, unless that someone was Hojo or Jenova, she could live happily with their deaths on her hands. She stood there for a moment before she drew her new weapon from its sheath and looked at her reflection in the blade; her jade eyes, her silver hair, her pale skin.

What had happened to her. She understood the experiments nearly as well as Hojo himself but she wanted to know what exactly had made her the way she was now. What had happened on a genetic level to change her features and grant her powers beyond human comprehension and even a wing that she could fly with? What had Hojo changed in order to change who she was completely? She stared at her eyes in the blade, Sephiroth's eyes. What all was required to clone someone?

She blinked once with a solemn expression then slowly lifted the blade to point towards the sky, the twirled around and swung at the rock nearest to her. At first nothing seemed to happen, then slowly the top of the rock began sliding off before it crashed to the ground. Her eyes began glowing as her anger rose and she held tightly onto the hilt. She then shot forward and began slicing through stone left and right, occasionally charging a materia and throwing spells into the darkness. Burst of flames and bolts of lighting lit up her small area as her tantrum raged on.

Sounds escaped from her throat and tore through the night. Screams of rage cries of agony, sobs of pain. All noises mixed with the sound of spells being cast and rocks being destroyed to create a sorrowful prelude to a much grander song that would soon be had by all. She could feel it, she could feel the suffering of the Planet, the people living upon it's surface, and the destruction that would soon befall everyone and she let out a scream to shatter the night. If there had been anything living nearby, there weren't any longer.

After several minutes she stopped, a wave of destruction behind her form heaving for breath. She swallowed and then turned around and looked at the neatly sliced rocks and the fissures and flames and burnt earth. She looked to the side in shame for her burst of anger but she felt a little better. She looked down at the sword in her hand and the reflection of her eyes within it. The she looked past the reflection of her eyes and looked into the reflection of his.

The image of Sephiroth standing in the middle of a field of flames, smirking smugly before turning and leaving the town and everyone in it to die as he made his way to the Nibelheim reactor with the intent to free his ‘mother.’ Angeles’ brow darkened as she recalled the people running about and screaming in agony, tripping over the bodies of the dead and trying to escape. She remembered the slaughter of the military grunts and the squad of Soldiers there. She remembered the child trapped in the church. She remembered the voices of her panicked Turks. And lastly, she remembered Zach, running through the flames to fight Sephiroth alone.

Then she remembered the pain. The needles, the cold bloodstained metal tables, the leather straps to hold her still, her blood leaking into the fluid of the rejuvenation tube, the voices of scientists yelling out status and procedure. She remembered the pain. The feeling of lifelessness within the rejuvenation tube, being unable to breathe at times, fighting against the scalpels that cut into and making each cut worse than it would have been. Lastly she remembered escaping, breaking through the glass, tiny shards slicing into her skin, blinded by mako poisoning, and running out into the cold rain to get as far from the pain as possible.

Angeles looked away from the blade then looked forward where the pull towards Jenova was. She would go there, she would find Jenova, and she would destroy her, no matter who stood in her way. Saeta, Kamina, Lizo, Scott, Kyo, even Dagast, she owed it to them to destroy the creature and prevent them from suffering any more. She pulled her arm back and sheathed her blade onto her back. It was much longer than she was used to, but she was quickly getting the hang of it.

She sighed and sat down on the ground, the light from the various fires reflected in the small read diamond shape that was Shinra’s logos. She stared out into the distance with solemn eyes and thought about what to do. She promised to call the Turks when she found something, but technically she hadn’t actually found anything, just a way to find it. She would call them when she actually had located Jenova and Daze. She nodded at the completion of her scheme and stood up. She dusted herself off and walked through the destruction she had created heading towards the pull that she was feeling from Jenova and spread her wing, shooting up into the sky and blowing out all the fire she had started, leaving the world in darkness.
Edited by Angeles, Apr 4 2009, 07:13 PM.
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Fare thee well Children of Crisis, we will miss you
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