Fic: "Icarus"; FF7
Sometimes I look back on my life and wonder where things went wrong. How did I become what I am? This ... whatever it is I am now. Life holds no sacred value. There is no god. There is no hell except the one that humanity builds for itself. And I have built myself a perfect hell.
There. Now that I've gotten that out of my system, I'll tell my story properly. My name is Alexander Balthezar Hojo, and I am dying of wounds sustained in a battle against one of my former test subjects. I am uploading this, along with my memories, onto the World Network, in hopes that someone will hear my voice in the proper context.
I was the third son of the Hojo clan, which consisted of myself, my mother, my father, my uncle, my two cousins, my three brothers, and my younger sister. Before materia was seen as a weapon, it was seen as precious jewelry. My family capitalized on the fine gemstone-quality materia found in Mt. Nibel, and we lived on the edge of Nibelheim in the Hojo Manor. I studied to become a scientist, and eventually joined Shinra. My brothers became soldiers. My sister married and died in childbirth.
My family was wiped out by war.
I, however, was studying under the guidance of Professor Jonathan Gast. We were making amazing discoveries every day. And then we found JENOVA.
Jenova... which was to be the death of us all.