Some Kind of Monster

Maggots. The is all humans are. They are all filthy discustin maggots needing to be killed and exterminated. the world diserves it's fate a dying planet sucked into a world where one man will determine if every maggot would live or die. but what is this dream never became a reality? Maggots would over run the planet and leave the perfection like people tp writher and die in the presence of the stupidity of the maggots.


"MAGGOT! YOU LOUSY MPUSSY! YOU MAGGOT!"

A male voice yelled. A boy whimpered and cried as he felt the burning of the mako treatment. The liquid seeped into his fleash burning. It burned him so badly that it caused him to cry out in pain. But what is there to cry when the tears all have leaked out? Only the voice crispy and hourse after hours and hourse of screaming was left.

A boy laid brusied and raw skinned from his treatment. he lied in a little ball, cold and alone. Nothing to warm his naked body. he was so hurt, so abused. no one would or could do anything about it. What the head of shinra said went. No matter what. The scientist didn't midn either. He seemed to enjoy hurting the poor boy. he enjoyed his screams, his cries. But eventually it became to loud or annoying he'd stop and beat him untill he didn't cry anymore.



The room seemed lit beautifully from lights of the outside buildings. the sky grey and dead, the planet the same way. A man picked himself up off the bed. his long silver hair trailed behind him. he felt his arms shaking and knew they'd give in. he picked himself to his feet before the weight of his body crushed his arms. He looked around. The worled seemed blurred. He stumbled to the bathroom to see pieces of the shattered mirror everywhere. he all of a sudden felt dizzy. he let his body fall backj and hit the hard wooden floor.

He rolled over to see the light. The blinding light that he had to cover his eyes to flush out. And yet, even that didn't work. He closed his eyes tight and growled. With a swing of his arm and hand the window caught a flame. Bad idea. The light burned more. Sephiroth allowed it to extinguish before it managed to catch the whole building on fire. he attempted to get back on his feet but only managed to throw himself a foot more a head. His head hurt and his stomach felt dead. he felt something iwthin him. it wanted out. It came from his stomach threw his intestines and out his throat. he barffed on the wooden floor before him. The food he had eaten that day before came out in a roaring rage as he caughed and gaged on the big pieces still making thire way out.

He gripped his throat as he felt it about to do it again. He winced in pain. it burned his throat. he began to barf again, this time a liquid that burned. He stopped his eyes watery. he fell to the side of his preaeaten through up food. His eyes where closed his body ached.He needed to escape the world. He tried to escape. But he couldn't. SOmething wouldn't allow to to leave, to escape and dream and be happy. Something within his own self trapped him there. In the reality that stung more then the burning of his throat. he felt his face gripped his sides. he was all there. but somwthing was missing.

He clawed his chest. Fingernails scrapping his skin. The blood began to seep through. he covered his face again. Something within him yelled at him. He felt a shamed for some reason. Heled led onto his stomach and pushed himself up. He yelled a loud cry. He fell back and everythinoundound him was ingulfed in a flame. The fire wasn't normal. It was blyish black that seeped threw with red. He cried out. He burned. The fire burned him. He growled as he began to rip his fleash off more. The muscle beneath the layers of skin where already begining to be seen. He began to pull those off as well. He hollard and threw himself back into the fire. He couldnt take it. He yelled again and again. Standing he flung himself out the window. His wings spreaded and broke. The pain. He yelled to make it stop. The cld ai was piercing as he saw the pavement below. This was it. The end was so close so near. He could feel it. He could taste it. He would see, meet it. He threw his arms back and allowed his face to hit first.


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Sephiroth;s eyes flew open and he jumped. He looked around. H elied on the wooden floor his head almost drenched within his old food. He was still all there. no wounds no missing body parts. Everything was there. There was a knock at tje door. It flew open as he stared at it. The manager of the hotel came in. He stared at the man.
'The nieghbors said they heated screaming coming from this room. Is everything okay general?"
he asked with concern. Sephiroth still dazed nodded in a lie. Nothing was okay. SOmething within him was wrong. He shakingly atempted in standing. The manager walked to him to help him up but Sephiroth threw him off. He told him he was okay. The mar nor not wanting to fight with Sephiroth anymore and knowing of his past history with Vloud decided to leave the room.
Sephiroth's stomach curled. he gripped it tight wrapping his arms around himself. He allowed his long slender muscular legs to curl up under him. He stared out the window. The light. It was still blinding but he could look at it.It didn't hurt as much anymore. He looked at the buildings. Slowly getting up without falling he walked to there window. He placed a shaking long hand on the window and stared down below. People walked around happily living their lives out day to day just as they should. Sephiroth could never live liike that. His foresaken life would never alone that. He wasn't about to give into the old feeling either. he needed no one. He was an ancient. A survivor of a powerful race of Zetra Ancients. Wasn't he? He had heard lies that he wasn't an anceitn. That his mother Jenovah was an alien who came down to the planet and distroyed every ancient but was trapped within Mako. Later Hojo and Gast thus the creation of Sephiroth.
But he was an anicent. he was the last and the most powerful ancient that ever lived. Cloud couldn't even kill him. Neither Aries. They all saw what happened to Aries when she attemptd in distroying his plans. He was the Ultimate being. The bad ass of all badasses. But why didn't he feel that way anymore. Why did he feel even weaker then a human? why did the horrifiying past come flooding in now? After he remembered what had happoened? he was the greatest that ever lived. he wasn't like Cloud, his failed clone. he was a perfect experiment. he was not failed anything. He wasn't an Experiment. he was his own being an Ancient. No A Cetra Ancient an unstoppable being.
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That night he sat there rocking himself. he felt himself losing Grip on the world. Something within him was wanting out. It nedded out. It was himself wasn't it? It as something he did that made it want out. It was.....
Something that loved to distory...
"lonliness"
Filled his mind. He couldn't think of anything else. He was lost. Lost within his own little world he created where he ruled and everything fallowed. When he said jump everyone yelled how high. He was an unstoppable being everyone loved yet feared. Why did they fear? Was it cause he was crazy? because they thought he would lose his mind and kill everyone and everything? Did they fear his power, him being an ancient? What was it that they feared. Better yet.
WHAT DID HE FEAR? What snaked within his brain and attacked every nerve? What caused chills up his spin? What gave him the willies? What made this man curl? Who did Was it his own damned Father Hojo? What Hojo had done to him? how he was created? Was it his damnd mother he never knew Lucricia? Who was it? What was it. WHAT DID THIS MAN FEAR?
Sephiroth couldn't answer that question himself. What was there to fear? he couldn't be stopped. So what was there to Fear? Death? he had cheated that so many times. He had been welcomed into the lifestream an dbeen distoryed more then once. Was it that he feared? That he couldn't fear?His weakness. his weakness was he couldn't fear? He couldn't fear. Without fear there is no reason to live. the fear is what gives off the strength. Without fear you are a weakling. There was nothing to fear, then there is all weakness. You couldn't live without fear. It balanced everything out just like good and bad or light and dark.

Warmth.
What about warmth. where could he get the warmth. His own dead soul? His own dead body? He needed to be touched to be loved by someone who was afraid of him. No one couldn't fear him. Someone just like him. That was what he wanted. Someone who could share the pain...Yet someone capable of fearing.
"No..."
Escaped Sephiroth's lips hoarsly as he stared out the window.
"I am all alone. I don't need anyone. I am okay..."
Sephiroth said. He closed his eyes as he let his forehead touch the glass. he breathed softly. There was nothing wrong with him. He was alright. he would live. He wouldn't die. he wasn't going insane. He was perfectly okay.
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I seriously need to write better stories.