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Fallen Silver: Ch 4

Summary: Sephiroth is MIA. Second Class Rhapsodos and Third Class Hewley are tasked with locating and finding him. The public does not know of this disappearance. No one was prepared for the truth.

No one knew SOLDIER hung on by a thread.

Chapter 4: Relief

Inspired by @altocat 's and @rottenpumpkin13 's posts.

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The heart monitor beeped at the occasional fluctuation of vitals. Oxygen levels remained steady, blood pressure nearly constant, heartbeat a perfect pattern while the patient remained unconscious. Every attempt to waken the man scattered all regulation to complete chaos. For his own safety, Genesis was strapped down before any attempt at a test took place. Some tests purely examined the floating rods in the Crimson Soldier’s eyes. Others proved the lack of connection between actual vision and what he claimed to see. Even a pitch black room held the phantom he critically begged to escape from.

Twelve hours had passed. The fourth experimental cure was ready. Angeal was the only person allowed in the room as the doctors added the cure to the IV and weaned off the sleep medication. They left as the old friend stood in silence at the side of the bed.

All Angeal could do was wait, watching the slow progress.

The small movements of damaged hands, the soft scrunch of eyelids, the adjusting breath. Once beautiful mako blue eyes opened to the stain of dark rods slowly swimming in both scleras. “Angeal…?” The voice was hesitant, careful.

“Hey Genesis,” He couldn't help the small smile, the small hope, from entering his voice. It was the first time Genesis recognized anyone physically inside the room. “How are you feeling?”

The redhead glanced around the room, every exit, every window, every potential weapon fully taken note of. Then he noticed the restraints and looked up at Angeal desperately. The rods in his eyes jostled with the movement. “You need to run. Get out of here before he comes back.”

“No one's coming after you-”

“He’s going to kill me. You have to save yourself, Angeal. I'll distract him as long as I can-”

“Genesis.”

He stopped.

Angeal couldn’t be more thankful that his friend could finally respond. “It’s not real. Sephiroth isn’t attacking you. It’s an illusion. It was all an illusion.”

Genesis tried to move. “But my injuries-”

“Weren’t caused by him.” Angeal couldn’t tell his friend the whole truth. Not now. “Wutaians attacked in your confusion. Sephiroth dragged you back to our base.”

Mako blues blinked once. Twice. Thrice. “...I-” the rods stirred again, obscuring both irises. His head snapped to the door and he tensed. “Don't come any closer!”

“Genesis!”

“Leave him out of this! He's done nothing!”

The Third was given no other option, reaching for the closed, unlocked IV.

“Don't! Stop it! Angeal, don’t listen to him!”

Drops slowly slipped through the tube.

He bit his own cheek, drawing blood and whipping his head as if taking a blow.

“Angeal, please, you know that’s not true! Don’t listen to him! Don’t do this! Please don’t do-... don’t…… please…….” Genesis fell limp, his eyes closing to trap him in quiet darkness once more.

“I’m sorry.”

The nurses and scientists returned. The Third Class SOLDIER was sent away.

Angeal leaned against the wall and exhaled slowly. He was so close to getting through, but Hollander still had no reliable cure. He didn’t think keeping Genesis unconscious for this long was safe, let alone another few days or possibly weeks if no cure at least brought him back to sanity. He should probably update Sephiroth…

Wait. Sephiroth. His head snapped up. He hadn’t seen the First since Genesis was strapped down. Where could he possibly be?

Hojo’s lab, of course. However, all his attempts to enter the highly classified laboratory were completely shut down.

* * *

Why wasn’t it working?

Unbeknownst to Sephiroth, the cure for the toxin hadn’t been touched since the head scientist received the broken gong. He first struck it without any repairs, but the Silver Soldier showed no reaction. Sephiroth was left locked in the exam room as Hojo entered the cold storage containing various cell cultures: bacteria, viruses, and even the preserved Leviathan scales removed from the Hero of Wutai himself.

The first true attempt was filling the crack in the gong with the scales and the same Wutaian bronze as the rest of the instrument. No effect. Then, after calling in a team of engineers, they attempted to extend the rivets and curves on the surface, matching every wave with scientifically perfect accuracy. Again, no effect. Hojo even requested a proper musician to strike the instrument, and though the resultant sound was exponentially better, Sephiroth showed no reaction, not even a wince.

What were they missing?

Despite the frustration, a hidden experiment was also taking place. Sephiroth did not speak a single word since the promise of helping his friend. Hojo kept a simple notification ready for if or when the man decided to speak, perhaps even give hints about who or what he was talking to. Yet this experiment was also a failure as Sephiroth never allowed his thoughts to leave his lips again.

In the days since Rhapsodos’s emergency return, both sections of the lab were useless.

“I have a task for you,” Hojo stated as he entered the room, the addressed man not even turning his eyes in response. “Return to Wutai and retrieve an undamaged gong.”

Slit pupils met black glasses in bewilderment.

“This will continue your progress on the front as we continue developing a remedy for Rhapsodos. Though I understand you cannot accomplish this task alone.”

He looked down like a guilty child. A failure. A disappointment.

“So what will you require?”

After a breath, the Silver Soldier hardened, his eyes flicking ever so slightly as ideas ran through his mind. After a few seconds of silence, he responded, “Four Second Classes with confidential or higher security clearance. And Angeal.”

Hojo nearly groaned. “Him? What can that inferior Third possibly accomplish?

“He is the only one I trust to carry out the mission. We share the same motivation. He is the only logical choice.”

“And if Hewley is captured or gassed, what will you do?”

Another moment of silence. A small shake of mercury. “...I’ll follow my instincts.”

* * *

The flight back to Wutai was silent. The director of SOLDIER informed all personnel of the First’s immediate return, saying the orders were completely above his rank. Sephiroth was granted the extra reinforcements he required. He had yet to discuss the plan with Angeal who already had dreadful feels about this sudden decision. It was difficult enough to leave Genesis in that lab, especially since both Angeal and Genesis refused to return until Sephiroth recovered.

On the dawn after arrival, Sephiroth requested Angeal’s presence on a hill half a mile away from the latest claimed fortress.

“What are you thinking?” Angeal questioned immediately upon reaching the location.

Sephiroth breathed deeply. “Hollander won’t find a cure. Hojo claimed to aid the effort in return for finding an uncracked gong.”

Mako blue eyes widened.

The head of silver turned away.

“We’re doing this to take one back? Does he know what it did to you last time?”

“For Genesis’s sake, it doesn’t matter. Loathe as it is, I’m confident Hojo will identify a cure when he recreates the compound in his lab. I must personally deliver the gong to him as soon as possible.”

“What does he want it for?”

Sephiroth winced.

The Second glared. “Sephiroth. What does he want it for?”

“He’ll run experiments to find the cause of the feeling. Either I grow a resistance to it or Hojo develops a countermeasure,” His words were cold, detached. He flinched, shaking off another thought.

“And what about the toxin?” Angeal tried to back the First into a corner, to force him into abandoning this incredibly dangerous plan before allowing it to leave his lips.

“I’m resistant to it.” His eyes still contained the rods. There was no hiding the simple truth.

“Not immune.”

“...No.”

“Then with all due respect, you should be nowhere near this mission when it begins.”

“I already have a plan.”

“Sephiroth-”

“I will lead the team of Seconds to the next outpost. They are already aware of the secrecy of the matter. I will distract the Wutaians and tell the Seconds everything they see me do is an act.”

“Our troops know that’s a lie.”

“Which is exactly why the team is new.”

“What will you do if they confront you about it? Or if the cadets let it slip?”

“We’ll burn that bridge when we get to it.” Sephiroth’s expression hardened. “When I collapse, I want you and a team of scouts to infiltrate the outpost and retrieve the gong. Anything else you can accomplish will only be permitted if the gong is retrieved undamaged. We then claim the outpost if we can.”

“And what will you do when your ‘act’ ends with you losing consciousness?”

“I’ll tell them I must commit entirely. If Wutai in any way believes I am playing them, they will abandon the post and retreat with the payload.” He suddenly grabbed his head, trying to suppress a noise from escaping. He hunched, blocking his face with his bangs as he turned away.

Angeal’s frustration halted, reverting back to the kind hearted friend they both knew. “What’s happening? Sephiroth, is it the toxin?”

“I don’t care what happens,” He spoke through gritted teeth. “I don’t care what happens to me. This was my fault. I have to do this.” Slowly, hesitantly his posture returned.

“I don’t like this…”

“During my capture, how many times did you say that exact phrase to Genesis?”

“That’s different-”

“It’s exactly the same. We’ll make preparations now and leave at dusk. That’s the only way we can help him. It guarantees the payload is present and gives us a solid chance to claim it.”

“Taking risks on the field and torturing yourself are two different things.”

“It’s not that simple…”

“You keep saying that.”

“Angeal-” He cut himself off, turning away and curling in on himself, small, weak, afraid. He didn’t notice his friend whipping around to watch his face. “I have to do something right. I can do this, I swear.”

The Third softly pressed a hand to the black leather arm. He said nothing until Sephiroth relaxed into reality. “You’re not healed. How many times are we going to do this?”

“Until we’re all safe again!” Sephiroth’s snap silenced the discussion. Angeal hugged him, but it felt empty and cold. The silver soldier craved something the friend could never provide, but he did not know what.

* * *

The last orange glow of the sky dimmed as Sephiroth and the Second Classes approached the outpost. Though the Silver Soldier could feel the tension, confusion, and hesitation of the team following him, they dared not speak a word. He focused on forcing one foot in front of the other, despite his survival instincts screaming in protest against every wave of the toxin.

He silently wished the Seconds would speak their mind. At least then something would distract him from the voice.

Even She failed to persuade him.

Know that I am with you always. Cling to my words to spare yourself and your friends.

The moment the firelight of the outpost shimmered his silver hair, the gong rang and he collapsed instantly. The phantom strings of his heart pulled in every direction, desperately reaching for something to connect with even at the cost of agony. He curled on the ground, rocking and screaming without the comforting, fear awakened voice. His body grasped the needle like threads of desperation tightening around his heart like a noose.

No one remained to comfort his despair.

Wutaian forces laughed, mocking the hero and raining down magic at the Seconds defending their fallen leader.

After all, it was just an act, right? He’d get up soon? He’d save them if they were in danger?

On the other side of the outpost, Angeal and the small team of scouts slipped past the guards undetected. Inside, everyone seemed to be enjoying the show. They stayed low and quiet until the gong was in sight.

The scouts claimed the gong and mallet while Angeal dispatched the enemy soldiers. At the muting of the dreadful instrument and the bright red target on all of their backs, the full force of Shinra’s troop attacked.

All except the Silver Soldier who laid unmoving with Second Classes sworn to protect him.

Hours passed before the highest ranking SOLDIER awoke. Only his Third Class friend waited for him. The cadets were scouring the outpost for resources while the scouts called in the payload back at the claimed fortress.

Inhuman eyes opened, ebony rods finally flushed away.

Angeal held out a hand. “You need to see this.”

Sephiroth took it and rose to his feet. “Lead the way.”

At the heart of the outpost stood a mausoleum. However, Wutaian culture would not allow a final resting place so far from any public gravesite, so perhaps it was only a front. Sephiroth’s assumption was proven correct as they opened the door, an ornate staircase descended, lined with patterns of silver scales, not a shred of gold in sight. He rushed down the stairs despite his instinct to run away. Stone and marble statues of the Wutaian water god constricted the room. Its scales surrounded them like a victorious snake. Altars, fountains, torches, candles, shackles, ritualistic weapons.

Beyond the silver, it was all the same

“This was for Genesis…” Sephiroth’s words left breathlessly.

“Two with one is unpredictable,” Angeal quoted. “They’re trying to take down the top three SOLDIERs.”

“Or all three of us.” Sephiroth met his eyes. “We promote SOLDIER. Even though you haven't made Second yet, if all three of us fall victim to capture or toxin, no one will enlist and the program will be deemed a failure.”

“And the Wutai’s war would finally end.”

Inhuman eyes fell. “Or Shinra creates a new weapon to destroy their entire country without a second thought. At least with the war, some of their people will survive...”

Something hid in that statement, but Angeal chose not to push. “Let’s head back to the fort. Get some real rest before transport arrives.”

Sephiroth nodded. “I’ll call in an excavation team.”

* * *

The gong cured the toxin. That was what Sephiroth told both scientists when he arrived in HQ with the instrument in hand but lacking the black rods in his eyes. Hollander immediately attempted it without a second thought. Genesis did not react. However, neither did Sephiroth. Again the science department summoned a percussionist. Apparently the reaction required proper technique.

Sephiroth watched through observation glass at the second attempt. In Genesis’s room, the musician rang the gong. The Silver Soldier fell to his knees, gloved hands clawing at the glass and uncontrollable groans leaving his lips.

The Crimson Soldier remained perfectly still. One quick look from the scientists proved the instrument was a failure. Sephiroth was told to seal himself in an experimentation chamber before Hojo injected the lab-grown remedy.

Of course, Hojo’s cure succeeded. Genesis finally came to, surrounded by scientists and nurses, not a single friendly face at his side. Sephiroth was long gone, and to Hojo, the less he knew the better.

Within The Drum, Sephiroth paced, his arms crossed and his head down. Waiting. Preparing. Fortifying his emotions. Praying they could contain the resonant emotion.

He glanced up at the observation chamber, some part of him attempting to see through the solid force field of indigo hexagons. He hopes the scientist would at very least reveal the instrument to him before the training began.

Step by step he begged this to work.

The chamber blocked out all natural light, adjustable fluorescent bulbs illuminating endless stasis. The pulse of the force field gave the illusion of measurement, subconsciously counted by the Silver Soldier.

Mid step, the gong rang, and all attempts at resistance shattered as he clung to his own body, his shouts echoing off the walls. Any thought of progress and control collapsed.

Hojo watched, fascinated and disgusted by the effectiveness. Sephiroth was stronger than some musical instrument. What occurred to cause such a reaction? Despite his desire to immediately take samples, he decided to indulge a different desire. He contacted his assistant and ordered them to find more musicians.

How long could the First survive on his own?

To be continued…

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timelessxmemories · 10 months

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【So little time.】 || Lock's Background

Tags: @cupid-beatricereden , @ask-liam-and-co + @gmilfwhore

A little girl wanders around the area her father worked in, holding her Moogle plush close to her, a curious look upon her face as she stares up at the machinery in awe. The space around her was filled with gadgets, gears, and scientific equipment and papers. She places her tiny hand on a small glowing blue orb which sits upon her father's desk. The mysterious orb seems to only glow brighter with her touch. She gazes at the object in wonder, her eyes wide with curiosity as she puts her plush down for a moment.

Suddenly, she feels a large hand on her shoulder, a figure towering over her as he crouches down, picking the orb up off of the desk it sat upon before he crouches down in front of the little girl with the blue orb in his hand. The little girl stares at the man in wonder, and full of absolute curiosity. The man wore long black hair which was tied back into a low ponytail, a pair of blacked out glasses upon his face, a long white lab coat which scrunched a little when he crouched down in front of the young girl. He looked to be in his 20s.

"Papa. What is that?"

The little girl asks the man who is crouched in front of her, her voice small and excitable, she was full of happiness and love and all things big and small. Tilting her head to the side as the man, presumably her father, smiles in response, speaking softly and carefully, making sure he spoke in a way for his daughter to understand what he was saying.

"This right here, my little Locket.. Is what we call a Materia Orb. It holds a special creature inside of it. It only responds to its owner by glowing brighter than it already is.. and it seems to me, you're its owner, Lock.."

The man smiles down at the little girl, Lock, as Lock stares back up at her father with big eyes full of excitement and joy. She smiles so big and jumps up and down a little from said excitement, causing her father to chuckle a little at his daughter's response.

"But you will have to keep it somewhere very safe where it won't be lost.. here.. wait here, alright?"

Lock nods as her father hands her the glowing blue orb, standing up and walking a little ways away before coming back a minute later with a heart shaped metal locket, he smiles lightly and takes the orb from her tiny hands and places it into the locket. The orb fit perfectly into the slot. He smiles, standing up and moving behind his daughter, placing the locket around her neck with a small chuckle before coming back around in front of his daughter, watching as she picks up the locket piece around her neck, staring at it in awe.

"It's so pretty, Papa.."

She smiles before tackling her father in a tight hug, being lifted up into his arms as she wraps her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly with a big smile. Her father smiles a little, kissing the top of her head as he wraps his arms around her and picks her up, kissing her on her cheek, causing her to laugh a little.

"I'm glad you like it, my little Locket.."

As her father brushes her hair behind her ear and smiles at the feeling of his daughter leaning into his embrace, however, he's quickly cut off by a few men running into the lab, all seemingly panicked.

"Professor Hojo! We have a major problem in the main laboratory! Specimen 102 has escaped!"

The men's panicked responses causes Lock's father, Hojo to set her down quickly as he crouches down to her eye level, placing his hand on the side of her head.

"Lock, I want you to head back to your room, for me, alright?"

Lock furrows her brows, shaking her head as she pouts, hugging him tightly.

"I don't want you to go, papa!"

This causes Hojo to frown, sighing softly and picking her up, handing her to one of the men to take her back to her room as he hands the Moogle plush back to his daughter before he leaves the lab, rushing away swiftly.

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"Focus, Lock! Focus on transferring your energy into the bracelet! You're almost there!"

Angeal calls out towards the 10 year old, watching as she furrows her brows, holding her sword up high as a glow emits from the scythe, indicating that the energy she held was finally being properly transferred. She's been practicing this technique for a few months now, and she's finally getting the hang of it.

When she opens her eyes once more, she notices how the scythe is now missing from her hands, and instead, a bracelet wraps around her wrist, four empty materia slots. Angeal smiles proudly and walks over towards Lock, clapping his hands as he grins, placing his hand on her head and messing her hair up a little.

"Good job, Lock. You've come a long way. I'm sure your father would be very proud of you."

This causes Lock's eyes to light up as she smiles wide, nodding eagerly as she suddenly rushes off to tell her father what she finally managed to do, Angeal watching as she runs off, a smile upon his face as a man walks out shortly after, a small smile upon his face as he stares straight ahead.

"It's all coming together. She is the final descendent. There's only one thing left to do.."

Lock runs into the lab, looking around for her father who doesn't seem to be anywhere in sight. She frowns a little before walking around, the locket piece bouncing a little on her chest as she runs up the stairs in an attempt to find her father. And sure enough, she does. Her father, Hojo is standing in front of a machine, a focused look upon his face as she approaches him, wanting to sneak up on him, but he seems to notice her before she even comes in.

"Ah, Lock, come here. I want to show you something magnificent."

Her father beckons her over, Lock nodding and walking over to where her father stands, trying to see what he wanted to show her, but due to her height, she could see nothing. Hojo notices and lets out a soft laugh, picking her up and onto his shoulders, pointing towards a liquid that falls from a spout and down into the machinery. She tilts her head clearly confused.

"Dad, what is that?"

Hojo smiles with a soft chuckle, sighing a little and glancing up at his darling daughter.

"It's the Mako used to form Materia, and injected into SOLDIERS." Hojo sets her down as he stares at the machinery. – "Now, I understand you wish to become a SOLDIER, Lock.. but I feel it's far too dangerous.. I don't want anything happening to you.. I cannot lose you, my little Locket."

Lock frowns and nods, deciding against telling her father what she learned to do, believing that he wouldn't like to hear it. She simply sighs, staring at her bracelet, a sad look on her face as she looks up at her father.

"I just wanna help people, dad.. is there anything else I can do to help people?"

This causes Hojo to smile and nod, turning towards her. – "For now, you can train with Angeal. But, when you're older.. let's say 16 or so, I can see if you can join the Turks here in Shinra. But for now, stay with Angeal, alright? I don't want you getting hurt."

Lock nods and smiles brightly, hugging her father tightly as she giggles softly, excited to be able to help out Shinra as much as she can, as well as being able to train with her mentor, Angeal.

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Lock sighs as she sits on the sofa inside of the meeting room, her hands behind her head as she suddenly hears the door open, sitting up from the sofa, she watches as Tseng, Reno and Rude all enter the room. Reno lazily sits on the sofa beside her, Tseng walks over to his desk and sits down while Rude sits in one of the chairs at the meeting table, fixing his shades.

Lock tilts her head to the side as she gives a bit of a confused look.

"Is everything okay?"

Tseng nods from his desk, looking up from his paperwork over towards Lock.

"Everything is all fine. Avalanche has become more and more of a threat however. We fear they may end up splitting into separate cells soon."

Lock furrows her brows, nodding as she stares up at the ceiling.

"Seperate cells.." She repeats, thinking for a few moments. – "Is there any way we can prevent this?"

Tseng sighs. – "Not unless we take down all of Avalanche. But that will take longer than anticipated."

This causes Lock to nod with a sigh, scratching the back of her head before nodding once again, unsure of what to say now.

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Lock watches as her father moves from machine to machine, a focused expression upon the man's face as he talks to his daughter, Lock only nodding in response to his words. He finally stops what he's doing and turns towards her.

"So! How do you feel being a Turk?"

This question causes Lock to raise her head, a smile on her face as she fixes her suit jacket, fixing her position as she stands, facing her father.

"I like it. I like it a lot, dad. I actually feel like I'm a part of something. It makes me feel needed."

Hojo nods, smiling warmly as he walks towards her, placing his hands on her shoulders, cupping her cheek softly as he chuckles.

"I'm glad to hear it, my dear Locket."

Lock smiles at the childhood nickname being used once more. She nods enthusiastically, watching as her father fixes the locket around her neck, making sure it was secured around her neck properly instead of falling off.

"Have you had a chance to use your summon yet?"

Lock sighs at her fathers question, shaking her head no with a frown, her father thinks for a few moments before smiling widely suddenly.

"Oh! Lock! Do you remember your Moogle Plush?"

Lock's eyes widen as she nods suddenly, smiling a little.

"Well, come with me! I have to show you something!"

Hojo motions for her to follow as he leads her up a flight of stairs, and into another part of the lab, guiding her to a machine, motioning to a sleeping Moogle floating inside of the machine, causing Lock to stare in awe and shock.

"He's…?"

Hojo nods. – "Alive. Yes."

Lock was a loss for words. Her childhood plush, now was a living creature? What was one to say about that? What was one to do about that? As she stares in shock, she notices her father walking over to the machine and taking the Moogle out of it, this causes the Moogle to stir awake and jump out of Hojo's arms, flying around before sitting on Lock's shoulder, Lock laughing in disbelief.

"Wow..! How did you..?"

Hojo laughs softly. – "It's my little secret, Lock. Why don't you give him a name?"

"How about… Creme."

The Moogle, Creme nods in response, seeming very cheerful as he hums, tilting his head to the side.

"I like that name!"

This causes both Hojo and Lock to stare at Creme in shock, not expecting him to speak. Hojo grins a little, nodding.

"Wonderful! The specimen- er, Creme! Can speak! Such a wondrous sight indeed! Now! Is there anything that you need, Lock?"

He turns his back towards her and goes back to fumbling around with a control panel, furrowing his brows in focus.

"No. I just wanted to say hi."

Hojo smiles and nods, turning towards her once again, placing a hand on her shoulder as he takes her appearance in. Observing her.

"My little Locket.. You've grown so very much! Such a smart young woman!"

Lock shakes her head softly as she smiles.

"I'm only 23, dad."

Hojo sighs, nodding and taking his hand off of her shoulder and letting his gaze linger a little more before pulling her into a hug, she smiles, hugging him back as he kisses the top of her head, eventually pulling away as he takes one final look at her.

"Still. Regardless if you are 23 or not.. you will always be my precious little Locket."

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"I thought I knew you. I thought I could trust you. But you're all the same lying, deceiving, manipulating assholes!"

Lock shouts directly towards her father, clutching her scythe tightly in her hands, her breathing heavy, tears threatening to fall from her eyes as Hojo frowns deeply, shaking his head.

"I'm sorry, my little Locket-" Lock cuts him off, anger fills her eyes. – "You're sorry?! You're sorry?! Sorry my ass!"

Hojo takes a step back from his daughter, furrowing his brows, unsure of what to say.

"Maybe it's best if you take a walk to calm down, yes?"

Lock scowls, her heart racing in her chest, a loud ringing in her ears as she laughs at his pathetic attempt to calm her down.

"You really think a walk will fix what you've done?! You killed her! She's dead because of you! I've been lied to my whole damn life, thinking my mother died from a disease, when all this time, it was right in front of my fucking face! You're the one who killed her!"

This causes Hojo to laugh a little at his daughter's sudden outburst.

"I don't blame you for being angry, my dear daughter. But there is one thing you must know. Your mother was the last descendant of the angels. I wanted to do what I could to preserve her. So I ran a few experiments on her, trying everything I could to keep her heart beating. Until one day, she escaped. When we found her, she was already badly wounded, so we put her out of her misery. Don't you understand? If she never escaped she wouldn't be gone."

Lock stares helplessly at the ground, her shoulders dropping, tears fall from her cheeks and onto the ground, but soon, that sadness turns to anger then to rage. She grips her scythe firmly and runs at her father with it, narrowly missing as he stumbles out of the way.

"You're a monster. I hate you."

Hojo sighs, shaking his head softly as he stares into a chamber holding a being named 'Jenova' before turning his gaze back to his daughter, a small smile upon his face as he laughs softly.

"Oh, my little Locket, you have so much to learn. And yet so little time."

Lock furrows her brows, holding her stance in place as her grip tightens on the sword she holds in her hands.

"Little… time? What the Hell are you talking about?!"

Hojo simply shakes his head and leaves the lab, leaving his daughter alone for the time being. Lock drops the scythe, falling to her knees as she stares blankly at the ground below her. She felt as if the world was crumbling down all around her. Every little precious moment she shared with her father was all lies and deception. She now knew the truth, and she hated herself for that.

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