Some Kind of Monster

Lights of the city lit the dark room. A man sat there. his face toward the lights. His mako eyes emotionless...no lost. His gloved hand gripped the brown wooden chair. The outside seemed so beautiful and so alive. But inside the man was upset. he felt a void within him. An empty shell was all the man was. General Sephiroth. BULLSHIT. Fuck it all. he wanted to scream. he stood up. His eyes widdened. The lights grew bigger. They city, it was on fire. The blaze seemed hot and welcoming to hi mor morbid smile krept across his face. "Burn' Rang in his ear. "BURN!!!!!" His eyes wider. Before he could set the city on fire he was snapped back into reality. A knock on his hotel door caused that. he walked over to it to open it. There on the carpet of the hotel hallway was a black rose.

He picked it up to see the wrong number on the card. he just left it there and walked back into the room. his boots knocked against the wooden floor. He sighed and red hid his coat and unbuckled his straps. Walking into the bathroom he tuned on the bath water. He unzipped his pants and let them fall. placing a foot on the toliet he unbockled his boots pulling if off. After remvoing the sock he did the same to the other foot. turning off the water he pulled off his boxers and slowly sank into the water. hsi eyes closed. the great Sephiroth was all that remained. With eyes shut and breathing steady he allowed himself to be lost in the freezing cold water.

"No.." A voice said. "not again...No..."
A boy sat in darkness, legs curled up to his chest. He rocked and held his head. His small body scared and bruised. Freash wounds looked like they stung and burned. He cried to himself. There was no one else around. He allowed his arm to move to show Mako clored eyes. They seemed so scared as his body quivered. Within their refelection a man approached him. he wore a lab coat with messy black hair tied back into a pony tail.

A cold hand griped the boys arm roughly. It seemed like he was trying to hurt the boy. With a rough calm voice the man called the boy. the boy refused to bug, his name being caled over and over again.

"Sephiroth...Com on."

the man sounded agrivated. He pulled the boy up hard. the boy tried no tto cry. The man threw the boy foreward. the darkness disappeared to reveal a labritory. The boy held in the cry as he hit the hard floor. his head now throbbed. the man stood before the boy Sephiroth and told him,"well?get up". the boy slowly attempted to get to his feet. the man thought he was taking ot long so he kicked Sephiroth. Sephiroth plopped hard back onto the ground. his chest now hurt. he winnced in pain as his attempted to stand once again. The man went a head and stood near a metal table. Sephiroth now stumbling grabbed hold of the side of it. The man waited for him to sit down.

"Good boy. Now then..." teh man started." Hojo thinks Sephiroth needs a new injection."

The man smiled.

"No please!....HOJO NO!!!!"

Spehiroth said wrapping his arms around himself. Hojo pulled out a surenge. Sephiroth nearly leaped back. he grabbed Sephiroth's arm gently and allowed the needle to glide into the waiting flesh of his arm. old Shot injuries stared purple from bruses. Sephiroth sat there. A shock flew up threw him. His viens popped out. he screamed and threw himself back on the hard table. his whole body twitched like mad. the pain filled threw Sephiroth untill he could not cry anymore. Hsi eyes red around his Mako irises. His body lifted them banged against the table hard. New bruises began to form. Hojo just sat and watched.

"HOJO! HELP ME PLEASE!"

Sephiroth screamed or more like shrieked. The pain stuck to him. Viens being ripped from his flesh and over flooded. His heart worked so hard and his lungs breathing fast and unpacful. he ripped at his flesh. Nails leaving red lines. Skin being ripped off by his won hand. he growled and ripped. He moved and twisted. he stopped as his heart stopped. he gasped for air and gave one lest squrm.


Sephiroth nearly jumped out of the tub. He rubbed his eyes. he looked around to see the tub and the bathroom. His heart beated fast. he breathed hard. teh water spalshed and made noise as Sephiroth got up. he grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his wqaist, he walked out of the bathroom and grabbed a pair of boxers. he then went back into the bathroom to see blood everywhere in the tub. there in the tub lied his mutilated body. he blinked to see it gone. He drained the water and ringged out his hair. Brushing it for the hell of it Sephiroth started for the bed. He lied down and stared at the cieling.

EMPTINESS...echoed. Sephiroth sat up and looked down at himself. Hsi eyes empty as his heart. they seemed empty at least. he looked out the window. he thought about the memory of the city..imagining the city on fire. Why did he enjoy killing. Enjoy distorying everything and anything. Why did it bring him pleasure to hurt others. hwat was he that these things had to take place. What sick faliure experiment was he? Was that it? was he a failed experiment that went through hell to get were he was? No he was Generephiephiroth of SOLIDER who Cloud Strife ex-Soldier thought he killed. An experimentthe the jenovah Project. An Ancient. No, he was no Anceint. Was he? he allowed his wing to emerge from his back as he stood up outof bed. the Black fathers ruffled. he walked into bathbathrom letting the outside lights brighten the bathroom. He stared into the mirror. he felt a sudden sickness, no naishiness.

"I AM GOD."

He said. he looked down.

"BullShit. What thck kck kind of God Am i? I am Perfect pff, shit fuck that. FUCK IT ALL!"

he yelled.

"I am not god! I am nto perfect! I am nothing. I am a failed project. A FAILED EXPERIMENT that, that bastard Hojo created!

He yelled to himself.

"What..who am i?"

he asked himself.

"No..."

He raised a hand. His burnign Mako eyes, his black wing. his muscles body, his abnormal silver hair. What the hell was he? Ancient? No monster.

"I am..some kind of monster.'

Sephiroth slammed his fist into the mirror causing the mirror to make noise and shatter. Sephiroth could still se his reflection in the shattered pieces. his ugly "Experiment" face. he was some kind of Monster.

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A/N i really need a new mood. these stories are stupid and i only make them because...well me and sephiroth just seem to both be problemed or insane. I dunno review if liked too. i might end this damn story here btu who knows his life sux might as well make is worse as mine.