[COMPLETE] Sephiroth
Who: Sephiroth
When: Shortly after he killed Anita
Where: AWAY from the ShinRa building
Rating: PG
Warnings: Flashbacks to violence in ShinRa building and killing Anita
Summary: After Sephiroth's whack-job journal entry, he attacked the ShinRa building, taking out some night shift NPCs, Kadaj, Asellus, and Anita. He realizes that through his actions, he has betrayed Anita's trust and friendship; having caused this much trouble, he decides to leave the crime scene. I'm just letting you know what he's thinking after what he's done.
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It was an accident, wasn't it?
Sephiroth hadn't bothered checking the journals since deciding that the best way to deal with ShinRa was to destroy them; for that very purpose, he'd finally ventured into the city, approached the building, and fed the Masamune with the blood of night shift ShinRa employees. His mind had gone white with rage, anger, frustration; there was a strange piercing in his mind. A voice was calling to him, but again he refused to listen.
Newly trained (NPC) Purgatorium regular guards rushed to the scene, but the SOLDIER elite quickly made short work of them. Late night paper pushers fell with a swift rush of the blade. Blood curdling cries filled the air that night. There were others who had arrived that night, but Sephiroth didn't know or care about their purpose--he felt that his mission was very different.
Righting a company's injustices, punishing them for their wrongs, and extinguishing them from the world that they currently resided in... Although that was hardly possible in a world where everyone came back to life. But if a memory of their past life would vanish with each and every death they experienced, why not kill them all until they knew not how to live their former lives any longer? Until they had no recollection, until they were completely forced to start over?
It was a perfectly valid reason to seek and kill all those who worked for the ShinRa. At least, it made sense to him.
And somehow he'd completely forgotten about Anita's friend who worked for them as he took down the workers who were only doing what they were supposed to be doing.
Kadaj. Asellus. Both were faces without a name to him, as he had forgotten about Kadaj, their 'Mother', and their relationship to each other as 'brothers' of some sort. The lady half-Mystic, skilled as she might have been, was simply no match for the general's blade. His mind was still white, blinded by the mission at hand, and had dismissed anything that the voice said; it was hard to tell whether he was truly in control or not, but sanity hadn't been Sephiroth's greatest asset since 'back then', in Nibelheim.
Cloud Strife. The man who had defeated him was working once more with the ShinRa, wasn't he? After a short tussle, the silver-haired man found that the blond was no longer in ShinRa's employment. Both slightly wounded, Sephiroth pulled away to complete the rest of his mission, which (in his mind) had nothing to do with Cloud.
The elite was taking out yet another set of low-level (NPC) guards when the pink-haired paper-user found him. Her voice was strong and angry, but he couldn't properly make out exactly what she was saying. A battle ensued; her means of attack was quite innovative, and even the general was struck for a moment to determine a means of dealing with her. However, the girl was not particularly good with defense, and even if she hadn't mentioned it before, the SOLDIER could easily tell by the way she fought him. She was fast and light, dodging his blade and defending when necessary--he couldn't say that he had escaped completely unharmed.
As she started to reason with him, the girl's voice began to cut through the blinding white in his mind. Anita's hurt and betrayal were expressed with her anger; she yelled something about his being supposed to warn others away from ShinRa, not attacking and killing those who were currently a part of it. By no means did she intend or expect such a thing of him--if he was going to do away with ShinRa, it didn't have to be this way! She trusted him! She believed him! He was that nice guy who ate an earthworm when she met him, and he had warned her of ShinRa's atrocities, so then why was he like this now? Why wouldn't he listen to her? Didn't he say he would repent and that no one would be deceived anymore?
But just as her voice was becoming more and more clear, the Masamune tasted her blood as the general plowed it right through her. Even though she was in that state, the girl grasped at the blade, cutting her hands in the process, and she continued struggling, fighting off both death and the silver-haired man's betrayal. Unfortunately, death eventually overcame her; she slumped as he drew back the blade and assessed the damage. The girl was gone, and Sephiroth's sanity had returned all too late to do anything about it as the paper that was floating around them -the paper she had used in self defense- suddenly fell lifeless like her body, fell like petals from wilting cherry blossoms.
What had he done?
She was resting soundly after he had brutally taken her down--the last of the innocent who fell to his blade. But she was just a child. Undeserving. Wasn't he the one who wondered what children were doing in a place of punishment, repentance, and atonement? He was the one who said that they had no real place being there. And he was the one who killed someone who didn't deserve it. The girl didn't even deserve to be there--much less deserved to die by his hand!
The Masamune dropped to the floor when Sephiroth looked at his hands as if examining his deeds in shock and horror.
"You're not a monster. You're here to repent, remember? All those things you did... if you couldn't be forgiven, you wouldn't be here! It's those people who are monsters! They're the ones who did it!"
It hurt to think, hurt to remember.
"--didn't you say you wanted-- --TO REPENT!?"
And to think that only in her last dying breath did she acknowledge his betrayal.
He dropped to his knees, grasping his head. His voice came out in something like a scream and a painful groan, but he couldn't really tell anymore. He stayed that way for a moment of frustrated thought and anguish as his wrath dissipated.
When he was done, he looked over the dead girl, arranging her properly as she deserved it. Then he took the Masamune and dragged it at his side while he left. The blade trailed through the snow but both his tracks and the sword's were covered as the commotion continued with the gentle fall of snow.
He continued to walk without knowing where he was going, and he didn't care to find out until he arrived at his destination...
[FIN.]
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[OOC; Happy 20th birthday to my sister. Gift: Anita's death by Sephiroth's hand.]
When: Shortly after he killed Anita
Where: AWAY from the ShinRa building
Rating: PG
Warnings: Flashbacks to violence in ShinRa building and killing Anita
Summary: After Sephiroth's whack-job journal entry, he attacked the ShinRa building, taking out some night shift NPCs, Kadaj, Asellus, and Anita. He realizes that through his actions, he has betrayed Anita's trust and friendship; having caused this much trouble, he decides to leave the crime scene. I'm just letting you know what he's thinking after what he's done.
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It was an accident, wasn't it?
Sephiroth hadn't bothered checking the journals since deciding that the best way to deal with ShinRa was to destroy them; for that very purpose, he'd finally ventured into the city, approached the building, and fed the Masamune with the blood of night shift ShinRa employees. His mind had gone white with rage, anger, frustration; there was a strange piercing in his mind. A voice was calling to him, but again he refused to listen.
Newly trained (NPC) Purgatorium regular guards rushed to the scene, but the SOLDIER elite quickly made short work of them. Late night paper pushers fell with a swift rush of the blade. Blood curdling cries filled the air that night. There were others who had arrived that night, but Sephiroth didn't know or care about their purpose--he felt that his mission was very different.
Righting a company's injustices, punishing them for their wrongs, and extinguishing them from the world that they currently resided in... Although that was hardly possible in a world where everyone came back to life. But if a memory of their past life would vanish with each and every death they experienced, why not kill them all until they knew not how to live their former lives any longer? Until they had no recollection, until they were completely forced to start over?
It was a perfectly valid reason to seek and kill all those who worked for the ShinRa. At least, it made sense to him.
And somehow he'd completely forgotten about Anita's friend who worked for them as he took down the workers who were only doing what they were supposed to be doing.
Kadaj. Asellus. Both were faces without a name to him, as he had forgotten about Kadaj, their 'Mother', and their relationship to each other as 'brothers' of some sort. The lady half-Mystic, skilled as she might have been, was simply no match for the general's blade. His mind was still white, blinded by the mission at hand, and had dismissed anything that the voice said; it was hard to tell whether he was truly in control or not, but sanity hadn't been Sephiroth's greatest asset since 'back then', in Nibelheim.
Cloud Strife. The man who had defeated him was working once more with the ShinRa, wasn't he? After a short tussle, the silver-haired man found that the blond was no longer in ShinRa's employment. Both slightly wounded, Sephiroth pulled away to complete the rest of his mission, which (in his mind) had nothing to do with Cloud.
The elite was taking out yet another set of low-level (NPC) guards when the pink-haired paper-user found him. Her voice was strong and angry, but he couldn't properly make out exactly what she was saying. A battle ensued; her means of attack was quite innovative, and even the general was struck for a moment to determine a means of dealing with her. However, the girl was not particularly good with defense, and even if she hadn't mentioned it before, the SOLDIER could easily tell by the way she fought him. She was fast and light, dodging his blade and defending when necessary--he couldn't say that he had escaped completely unharmed.
As she started to reason with him, the girl's voice began to cut through the blinding white in his mind. Anita's hurt and betrayal were expressed with her anger; she yelled something about his being supposed to warn others away from ShinRa, not attacking and killing those who were currently a part of it. By no means did she intend or expect such a thing of him--if he was going to do away with ShinRa, it didn't have to be this way! She trusted him! She believed him! He was that nice guy who ate an earthworm when she met him, and he had warned her of ShinRa's atrocities, so then why was he like this now? Why wouldn't he listen to her? Didn't he say he would repent and that no one would be deceived anymore?
But just as her voice was becoming more and more clear, the Masamune tasted her blood as the general plowed it right through her. Even though she was in that state, the girl grasped at the blade, cutting her hands in the process, and she continued struggling, fighting off both death and the silver-haired man's betrayal. Unfortunately, death eventually overcame her; she slumped as he drew back the blade and assessed the damage. The girl was gone, and Sephiroth's sanity had returned all too late to do anything about it as the paper that was floating around them -the paper she had used in self defense- suddenly fell lifeless like her body, fell like petals from wilting cherry blossoms.
What had he done?
She was resting soundly after he had brutally taken her down--the last of the innocent who fell to his blade. But she was just a child. Undeserving. Wasn't he the one who wondered what children were doing in a place of punishment, repentance, and atonement? He was the one who said that they had no real place being there. And he was the one who killed someone who didn't deserve it. The girl didn't even deserve to be there--much less deserved to die by his hand!
The Masamune dropped to the floor when Sephiroth looked at his hands as if examining his deeds in shock and horror.
"You're not a monster. You're here to repent, remember? All those things you did... if you couldn't be forgiven, you wouldn't be here! It's those people who are monsters! They're the ones who did it!"
It hurt to think, hurt to remember.
"--didn't you say you wanted-- --TO REPENT!?"
And to think that only in her last dying breath did she acknowledge his betrayal.
He dropped to his knees, grasping his head. His voice came out in something like a scream and a painful groan, but he couldn't really tell anymore. He stayed that way for a moment of frustrated thought and anguish as his wrath dissipated.
When he was done, he looked over the dead girl, arranging her properly as she deserved it. Then he took the Masamune and dragged it at his side while he left. The blade trailed through the snow but both his tracks and the sword's were covered as the commotion continued with the gentle fall of snow.
He continued to walk without knowing where he was going, and he didn't care to find out until he arrived at his destination...
[FIN.]
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[OOC; Happy 20th birthday to my sister. Gift: Anita's death by Sephiroth's hand.]