Author: Glass Angel1 PM
Two years after the Geostigma outbreak, AVALACHE now hunts across the planet looking for all of Hojo’s skeletons that were left uncovered. A hunt that leaves Vincent facing a ghost he thought long gone, but more over a whisper of the Planet which once thoRated: Fiction M - English - Adventure/Romance - Vincent V. - Chapters: 10 - Words: 47,339 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 05-10-08 - Published: 04-02-07 - id: 3471927
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SD: HAHA! We have returned!
GA1: What do you mean we have returned? We never left. Not to mention that we are STILL not done with There and back again.
SD: That ain't my fault. You're the one who's not writing her parts.
GA1: …………shut up….
SD: But anyway. This is our first Final Fantasy VII fanfic, so please be kind and tell us how we are doing.
GA1: Constructive flamers please…
SD yeah….we don't wanna go through that again….-.-
GA1: yeah….and please read the whole thing first before flaming…..
SD: yes, or else she'll give a three paragraph lecture at the end of the first three chapters like she did in TABA. So PLEASE!!! Please be constructive….you didn't have to listen to her rant for an hour as she wrote the damn thing…..
SD: I call shot gun on first disclaimer!!!
Summary: Two years after the Geostigma outbreak, AVALACHE now hunts across the planet looking for all of Hojo's skeletons that were left uncovered. A hunt that leaves Vincent facing a ghost he thought long gone, but more over a whisper of the Planet which once thought lost by Chaos has come reborn. Time is now a race in the Planet's last stand against the depths of Geostigma's final out come.
Disclaimer: We do not own FFVII that belongs to Square soft/ Square Enix. So please do not sue us…for we have nothing much of value…..save my laptop….However we do own this plot line and any original characters:
Glass Angel1: Sammatha Ravin Night Trisiren (gezzz can this name be any longer?), Neverwinter
Spirit Dancer: Eira Trisiren
This story is a joint writing of the previous writers listed.
All rights reserved.
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XoX flashback or dream
"You're getting too much into your research if you start sleeping with it, Ravin.." A scratchy, dry voice said, waking her from the darkness of sleep. Dark brown eyes opened slowly to the pile of papers to her right. The soreness in her neck was noticeable, caused from the way she had fallen asleep, as she sat back up right in her chair. Groaning, Ravin turned her head slightly to look at the man next to her. Standing slightly slumped over, large glasses covering his dark eyes as he scanned over the papers spread out on the desk. White lab coat clean of everything and anything, unlike the dirty one that she had left thrown over the back of her chair during the night when it became a nuisance. The spots of dried blood probably wouldn't ever come out now. Yawning, she looked back down at her unorganized desk.
"It was a long night…"
"I heard." One of his slender hands picked up one of the papers off the desk to read it better. As he stood up straight, some of the black hair that had been bruised back fell forward, covering the bolding spot on his forehead. "It attacked one of your assistances. Bit her right?" Ravin slumped down in her chair dark brown eyes looked from her desk, passed it to the large holding cell that was in the room. The clear, circular cell was dark because of the lack of light in the room. The only light really was the one on her desk the rest of the room was dark, but part of that cell was much darker where her irritable specimen lay sedated until she figured whether or not to kill it out of aggravation.
"Bit and killed her is more like it." Ravin growled at the man next to her, while throwing her hands up in aggravation. "Hojo, don't pretend to be so damn dense. It's not funny…" There was a dry chuckle from the scientist next to her as he put the paper down.
"Yes, yes... I heard about that too." Hojo nodded his head slowly as he walked around her desk towards the cell. As he got closer to it, the low deem lights came on around the cell. The lights were high enough just to be able for her to see the outline of the sleeping creature. Hojo bent down slightly again, one hand on his chin as he examined sleeping specimen "It also had a reaction to your 'sleep' materia?"
"Yeah..." She waved her hand in the air slightly. "When I tried to use 'Sleep' it had no effect. But, when I threw it in its mouth…" Ravin frowned slightly as she remembered throwing her all time favorite materia from childhood into the mouth of the bat-like creature out of pure blind anger of aggravation. Very stupid move, he was going to make fun of her for months. "…it went crazy, attacking itself for a few minutes before passing out. Its been like that for a while now.."
"Umm, interesting. Allergic reaction maybe? Even with its natural ability to-"
A little, rubber blue ball smacked into the side of his head stopping him in mid sentence. His head turned sharply to her, hand floating in the air marking where it had been seconds before. Ravin's left hand was held out, showing she was the culprit who threw the rubber ball at his head. Tired eyes glared at the scientist.
"Brother, I don't care if you're smarter than me, or my superior. But if you so as SPEAK that big ass word this early in the damn morning I'll make you remember which of us is physically fit…" She growled at him as she stood out of her chair. Taking the dirty lab coat off the chair, Ravin put it on as she walked pulling her hair out from under her coat. "Magic is what the laymen people who don't know any better call it. So lets pretend I'm retarded this morning, hun?"
"When are you not?" Hojo sighed before looking back at the specimen. Head going straight back to the unmoving hand. Ravin stopped next to him, looking down into the cell where her bat-like specimen lay heavily in sleep. She pulled the small set of glasses out of the pocket of her jacket. Placing the small things on her face, she ran a hand through her hair.
"Anyways, a reaction was what I was thinking. It could be possible if it comes in contact with materia, it has a reaction seeming it doesn't need any materia at all for casting. But that wasn't why I asked you down here…"
"O?" Hojo turned his head to look at her again. They were about the same height. Though through childhood she had been taller then him for the longest time. He, however, looked more his age now then she ever would.
"When it bit my assistant, I thought it would drain her blood. After all it is supposed to be a vampire bat…But…" Ravin pulled out the two materia her assistant had had, they were both dark and unusable; as if all the Mako had been drained out of them leaving nothing but a crystal shell. "It.. well first injected her with a large dose of raw Mako…"
"She died of Mako poisoning first then…" He mumbled to himself as if making notes as she kept talking.
"Then it… well reabsorb it. If you saw what is left on my assistant, her body is crystallized…" Ravin's spine seemed to shiver slightly as she remembered that insightful even.
"Yes, yes I saw that… It seems your experiment is becoming more dangerous then I though it would…" She looked over at her brother and glared.
"Don't be an ass Hojo; I can take care of myself." Hojo just waved his hand in the air to dismiss the comment.
"Have you decided what to do with it?"
"More or less, either I'll kill it and dissect it. Or I'll keep on with my original plan and submerge it in Mako to see what it affects…" The black haired woman shrugged. He nodded his head slightly as he turned to walk away.
"Would you like another assistant?"
"Na, I'll be fine for now. The one's you send me just get in the way." Ravin turned her head to watch him leave. "Dinner will be on at seven, Maiha Serla ok?"
"You and that fish diet…"
"It's not my diet! It's the only damn thing I can get your son to eat!" She growled at him.
Golden brown eyes slowly opened looking out into the greenish blue liquid that she was submerged in. Long strains of black hair floated in front of her face every now and then as the Mako circulated around her. Dreams, why was she dreaming again? The periods of sub consciousness and consciousness were running too much together now. Once at some point it was easy, when she was awake there was nothing but green. In sleep, a passing life she may never have again. However, once you start dreaming of what you see when you are awake, then its whatever your want to call being awake was awake. Bubbles pasted by her face as she exhaled, air pushed back into her lungs. The plastic cover over her mouth felt acquired at one point in time, but now it just felt like it was part of her. The binds are her arms and legs felt the same now too. More bubbles pasted by her face as she continued to breath. Sleep, she just wanted to sleep without those dreams. Sleep within darkness, a deep sleep so that she wouldn't wake so easily. Sleep without the torture of dreams. Heavy eyes closed again, shutting out the world of green and welcoming the darkness she hoped for.
That was until that sound came again. The loud pinging sound echoed sharply in her ears. Golden brown eyes opened again when the sound did not go away like it had last time. Another sound started, the sound of liquid being drained. She could feel the Mako around her get pulled downwards. As it pasted down off her face, she was welcomed by darkness that was slightly lit up by the draining Mako. The pinging sound now blasted into her ears. As the Mako passed the binds, they snapped open making her body slump downwards without the support. The breathing unit jerked her head up forcing her to try and support her body weight. Once the Mako was completely gone, she was left in darkness. Her breathing was harsh, fast and uneven as she listened to the pinging sound. As glowing eyes looked about her enclosed cell the darkness seemed to be closing in.
Open the door already! Her mind screamed as she pushed against the door. There was another sound of suction, this time from her breathing unit. Air that was once forced through her lungs was now being taken away. Chocking, she ripped it off her face only to breathe in the toxic air in the cell she was in. With burning lungs, she pushed hard against the door again. Let me out, let me out! There was a pain that rippled through her body for a moment before the door creaked and gave way. The door fell open, broken off its hinges down to the metal floor with her falling on top of it. Fresh air was taken in greedily as she continued to cough. There was a bright red light flashing over and over again, matching the loud pinging sound that sent short, sharp sensations along her nerves. Once she was able to breathe some what evenly she pushed herself up into a sitting position. Black hair fell down in front of her face helping to reduce the pain of the bright red light. The cold air touched what was once warm skin; shivering golden brown eyes examined the empty room. An examination table was not to far from her, tools still left on the smaller table next to it, cobwebs and dust left to collect among them. Computer screens were piled on top of one another, all black. There were no papers scattered on the desk before them, only dust and spider webs. Eyes scanned on to the tubs by the closed door that should be full of Mako, but were empty. Passing them, her eyes settled on a wall length polished piece of metal that could cause a good reflection. Golden brown eyes settled there studying her own reflection. Long, uncut hair fell down covering the majority of her pale white body. A hand slowly moved upwards to touch one of the long, pointed ears that came out from under the dark hair. Eyes studied the slender hand for a moment, fingers were long and pointed. It came down away from her ear to pull the hair out of her face. Anger surged through her as the hand dropped away, power flashed through the room crumbling the polished metal into a mashed ball of steel.
Gunfire, the new sound blasted in her ears over the pinging sound she had tuned out. Eyes jerked to the computer screens. What the hell was happening? Forcing herself to her feet, she staggered over the door to the dust cover floor. A hand shot out to grab the examining table to keep herself from crumpling to the dust covered floor. Why did it look as if no one had been in this room for a decade? As she stumbled to the desk, one hand flicked on the computers. Static fuzz came on over each one as they flicked on. Then, one by one, pictures came on showing surveillance of the building. At first nothing seem out of ordinary, at least for a building that had no one else around but her. Gunfire came again as the last screen gained picture. It was the room below this one; the lights were on verses the rest, with two soldiers in blue. Shinra troops? What's going on, brother?
"How many more of these fucking things are there?" an angry voice growled as the sharp gunfire died away. Coughing lightly, she pushed herself against the wall in the dark hallway on the floor that over looked the room below. She was over looking the stairs that lead to the floor below; the darkness would hide her for now.
"How the fuck do I know! We'll check out the last floor then we're done. So stop bitchin' an open the next one!" Another voice growled back. Gunfire followed as something was opened. Her breath was under control now, even through her legs felt ready to crumble. She pressed her hands against her ears to try and lower the loud, painful sound. There was a string of curses as the gunfire stopped. "How many fuckin' specimens did Hojo have here? No wonder President Rufus wants this place cleaned out!"
"President… Rufus?" Her voice sounded raw, and strained since she hadn't used it in so long. A four year old running Shinra?
"Ya, don't need no more Sephiroths!" Gunfire rippled again, forcing her to cover her ears. By accident as she closed her mouth to grind her teeth in hopes to lessen the painful sound, she breathed in the heavily scented air. Blood… For the first time since she fell out of her cell, she felt the starving hunger. Hands fell down from her ears, and pushed off the wall sending her slowly staggering forward following the scent.
"Boss! You ok?" She could hear them talking as she steeped forward onto the catwalk. From here she could see the rows on rows of semicircular pods like the one she had been in. Two soldiers in blue stood before an open one with some sort of creature half fallen out and dead. One of them was holding his arm, jacket darkening with the steady flow of blood. There were only two pods left unopened.
"Ya, let's finish this and get the fuck out of here. We can come back later to finish the last floor." The injured man growled as he waved the gun in the hand of his injured arm. She moved farther on the catwalk to the stairs. The old metal creaked under her weight causing the injured man's head to jerk up in her direction. "Private!" Power surged through her body as she watched the younger looking one turn sharp letting loose wild gunfire at her. The bullets seemed to slow down until she could see them breaking the air. The power within her reached a building peek.
"Demi…" The spell left her lips as the power rippled from her. Time speed back as the bullets where encased with the dark substance of the time-dimension spell. Glowing eyes looked back to the two soldiers.
"How the fuck it do that!" The younger one said as her eyes focused on him first. Power regenerating within her as she studied the gun.
"That doesn't matter, you idiot! Kill it before it gets down here!"
Blood dripped down off her bare, claw like hands tainting the pure whiteness of her skin. Golden brown eyes looked down to the metal catwalk. Broken crystal lay around her feet, the dark clear shells reflected little light. It looked more like empty glass then crystal to her really. Walking past them carefully, no longer interested in it, she kicked aside the crumbled metal that was once a gun. Eyes focused on the two unopened pods. She could see they were still full of Mako. The greenish blue liquid glowed slightly on her face. Something on the ground she stepped on caused her to stumble into one of the pods. Golden brown eyes looked down at the large substance of crystal by her foot. Empty clear eyes stared up into her face. It looked like the head of a glass statue, one of that young soldier's. An animal like growl left her lips as her long teeth bit into her skin. Snarling she kicked it aside before straighten back up to look within the pod. Hunger still raged in her no longer weak body, a hunger that instantly disappeared as she peered within through the small glass window.
"O Gods… Brother, what have you done…?"
Two years after Meteor
Cid grumbled to himself as he puffed his cigarette pacing back and forth on the bridge of his airship. The Highwind flew through the white clouds at a moderate speed. Today would have been a good day to work on his new rocket. Hell, even to go fishing! But no, here he was on a little job for Reeve, the president of New Shinra and once known as Caith Sith, with quiet vampire boy for company. Vincent was lending against the railing near the large window of the bridge looking at a small tan folder. Since the incident a year ago, Reeve was working hard to clean up any mess left by that damn Hojo. Rufus was there somewhere, the ex-president no longer owned the company (go figure), but for the most part they had cleaned up a lot of the mad scientist's hidden labs. Cid grunted as he continued to pace, the man had a lot of those. Two months had passed without him having to fly Cloud or who ever somewhere. They had thought they had got them all. That was well, until someone randomly remembered the madman had a sister who once worked for Shinra as a doctor and a scientist.
How someone could forget that man had a sister was beyond the blond pilot. The woman was probably just as mad as her brother. The spiked blond couldn't come out to look over this new lab, which was registered under this said sister, Tifa was due soon. The woman made it clear she didn't want to chance her husband missing the birth of his first kid. Red was busy helping Barret in Coral, the new fuel perked a boom now that it was found in other places. They were refining the way to drill up the new oil. Yuffie was… well for the most part acting like an adult for once and trying to run Wutia while her father recovered from whatever it was he came down with. So that left Cid, who obviously had nothing better to do and Vincent who never did anything. Well that was a lie; the ex-turk had been visiting him now and then at Rocket Town. It was him who found this woman's lab, thus why they were up here flying to same unheard of village on some unheard of island near were the Temple of Ancients once was.
"Why the hell didn'tcha say something sooner about this Vince?" Cid grumbled as he glared at the dark haired man in the red trench coat. Reddish brown eyes looked up at him for a moment before looking down at the folder again.
"I never really thought of the woman as his sister. I only met her a few times working in Shinra to begin with…" He shrugged slightly. Still puffing his cigarette, Cid walked over to the ex-turk who in turn held out the folder to him. Blue eyes studied the picture clipped onto the page. Of course he knew who the balding man in the glasses was. Who didn't know that man's face by now after cleaning up his mess for the past two and a half years? But Vincent was right, the woman who had an arm over Hojo's shoulders smiling at the camera was not what he had been picturing this sister looking like. Black hair pulled into a French braid, lab jacket slightly dirty not clean like the man next to her. The hand that was waving was wrapped up in bandages and slightly bloody. She had obviously hurt herself. Small pair of glasses was sitting on top on her head. Smiles verses scolding frowns, dirty to clean, this difference was not what Cid had been thinking about when he heard Reeve breath sister. The only thing the same was their hair and eye color.
"Damn… You're right, wouldn'tave put them two together at all.." Cid scanned the document a bit. "How come none of ya thought of her till now though?"
"Seventeen years ago, she dead in a lab accident apparently…" the man in red shrugged. "Don't think much about the dead."
"Sammatha?" Cid's eyes finally found her name on the paper.
"She went by the name Ravin Night. I don't think anyone called her Sammatha except Hojo." Vincent's cool voice said. Cid closed the folder, and took the cigarette out his mouth before it could burn his lips. The clouds seemed to be breaking up now; maybe they would have sunny skies after all. Pulling out another cigarette from his pocket the blond pilot lit it while he kept thinking.
"An accident though?"
"It's what it went down as but most likely not.." Vincent shook his head. Cid looked over at the dark haired man next to him as he placed the thing in his mouth. "During that time, Reeve found they were looking at promoting her to head of the Science Department. There had been a large disagreement with Hojo. The accident happened two days before the official announcement."
"So Hojo whacked his own sis?" Man was there anything that man wouldn't do? Cid puffed the new cigarette for a moment.
"There was no evidence, but it is possible…" Vincent looked out to the on coming islands as the airship dropped downwards. They were finally here it seemed. "However we didn't come here to chase ghosts."
"Ya…" Cid nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. "We're just cleanin' up, not fuckin' with Hojo's skeletons."
GA1: Cough Yoai Cough
SD: Hey! You're the one who got me on that story in the first place.
GA1: This is NOT a yoai story by the way.
SD: Thank god….I'd have some issues if you started writing that stuff….