#and ultimately revel in her revenge-- then pity her for how it carried her & the few people willing to show her kindness to the grave also

[ofgeneticperfection]

[Your choice! Going for a change of pace, perhaps~ Feel free to take it dark my darling meow meow <3] ❛how many more people need to die before you’re satisfied? ❜ || ❛can you please stop screwing with my mind, gods! ❜ || ❛i think… this is wrong, no. i can’t just stand by and watch it. ❜ || ❛do you think you would ever hurt me like that?❜ || ❛this is not love! it is obsession! a sick one at that!❜

Isrieal had always hated Avalanche more than anything. Their judgement upon what they did not understand, the lives they ruined with spontaneous actions. It was Fuhito that started it but she had not cared for any branch since. The amount of times they broke into ShinRa labs to steal secrets, and how she showed mercy on most, letting them run after terrifying them. She knew now she should have just killed them all. She was wary when Cloud’s team showed up, yet even when they were destroying his city he had convinced her that they were not the enemy, that they wanted to set the world right.

She not only believed him, but saw opportunity in the fact that they wanted to destroy the one thing she hated most. Jenova. The one thing she could not destroy without the repercussion of being deemed a failure. The one thing that caused hatred and anger to boil under her skin for years. The very creature she did not chase after when it departed because she was sick of it all. Even the Professor at that point, for he had left her behind to follow it. No. It had warped his mind past the point of no return and she could do nothing about it. So she let it go.

Perhaps there was something she could have done, perhaps he would have had his mind back once Jenova was killed but she would never know because in the end it was Cloud’s team that killed him before she ever got the chance and it was Fuhito’s legacy of an elite squad that nearly killed her, working together to keep her distracted while Cloud’s team, more importantly Vincent, took down her Creator. There was truth that she had hated the Professor, that she even thought of ending him at times but could she ever truly have done so? They had done it for her and in her deepest heart she knew it was right. At that point, it had been the right thing to do. But something during her isolation after meteorfall and the destruction of ShinRa had warped her view.

A mind left alone to think too much, a mind already twisted by years of abuse and manipulation by that same Professor she so revered. For she was his weapon, his doll, his favorite and all that mattered to her was being so. Not being favored, not being the best was as good as being nothing. It hurt her when Jenova had claimed him and pulled his favoritism towards her. She lashed out in every rebellious way she could, did everything he told her never to do. Most importantly, she had abandoned him in return, for Reeve. The man who could show her the true world, but even he hadn’t held up in the end.

How long had she sat in isolation at death’s door, those many long months where he did not even care to come look for her or find her. In the end everything had hurt her, everyone had left her. She had been alone with her pain and now she had absolutely nothing left to lose. When at the bottom the only way left to go was up. She had started by going after the ones that still hunted Hojo’s experiments, that still hunted her. She destroyed Fuhito’s followers, devastated his influence group of Avalanche, but she did not stop there. Her heart beat only for the one who had taken everything from her. Vincent.

She would not rest until he suffered by her hand alone. Closer and closer she crept towards him, she began killing people in places he had been as if it were his fault. Had left scenes twisted and grotesque to fuck with his mind. She had found the underground labs as something she could potentially salvage for use. She had the intelligence for it after all, the only one who still carried Hojo’s secrets. His legacy. She wouldn’t fail him this time. She even held the key to bringing him back in the flesh, her secret project that even he had failed to master in his death. But she wouldn’t. She would revel in the look on Vincent’s face when he came after her, only to see the man he had once lived to destroy alive again before him, as if his efforts were for nothing. He couldn’t win. Vincent would never win.

Even his foolish WRO guards that had hunted her down in her own labs now lay dead across the floor. Covered in the sharp slices of her blades, ravaged by her lightning and splayed across the room in a wide arc as if their bodies had been thrown back by force. There was no mistaking she was the culprit if the scene was found, but she wanted it to be. She had the information loaded, the USB she had ripped last minute from the scene of the Sister Ray, the crafted body secure in another room, all ready to explain it all to Vincent once he realized the team he sent failed to stop her. How much more cowardly could he get?

She smirks, taking a step back from the controls. All she had left to do now was head to the other room and press a button. On the turn of her heel she takes a stride to leave the room but a figure in the doorway has her frozen in place. Electric eyes wide with an emotion almost between fear and pain. The only thing that could halt the unstoppable force that she was. Instead of luring Vincent, she had lured someone else.

“How many more people need to die before you’re satisfied?”

Anger fought at the love that threatened to reignite. Emotions were always her true downfall, she would not let them claim her this time. In the past she had used drugs she created to dull them, make her not feel, but everything she pushed so deep inside felt as if it were bubbling towards the surface. The human she once was begging to be freed. No. She had to remember that even he had abandoned her when she needed him the most. Her volatile emotions never failing, that confidant smirk she wore moments ago was now a mask of cold shock that shifted into a look of pity. One could never be sure what was real and what she was faking. It had always been that way. How many had tried to warn him?

The blood pounded through her veins once more, with the anger of a love that had left her to die but the calm of her expression and posture betrayed nothing of the sort. It merely unfroze her from his invisible grasp, taking a step forward. “Just one.” She whispers with a shake of her head. “Just one more. I promise.” The hard look of anger in his eyes pierced her like the very blades that had pierced those before her. He could never understand. No one could ever understand and that is why she needed to resurrect the only one who could understand her. She couldn’t let anyone stop her when she was so close. Not even Reeve.

“Just one and then we can all go back to normal again, to the way things used to be.” Her head tilts, eyes painfully flooded. Eyes that briefly glossed over with that strange silver glow, the secret tell of when any of her telekinetic powers were being used. Had he not known her he might not have noticed the emotions welling inside him to be anything but his own. The overwhelming feelings of their past love pushing against his anger, threatening to tear down his iron wall. “Please, Reeve. Don’t you remember?” She slowly steps closer as visions from their encounters from a time long ago flood into his mind. Her soft touches, her laughter, her teases and tears. Her lies. “Don’t you remember me? Remember us?” Her brow furrows as she withouds the resent of also barging up how he abandoned her to darkness. “Then you would understand that I had to do this.” Her voice becomes more erratic now. “I had to! I - “

“Can you please stop screwing with my mind, Gods!” Hands had risen to hold his head, fingers woven through those thick locks of hair that spilled around his face. He was doing something she had never seen him do before. He was fighting her. Not many could, as powerful as she was, but even she knew that he had an iron will. It was never impossible to resist her influence, it just took a strong mind and even stronger heart.

She pauses again and tilts her head back straight, drawing in a slow breath. How many had tried to warn him of her while they were together? How many told him she was crazy or psychotic? How many told him after meteorfall? Who made him realize that she wasn’t right? That practically being raised by who had Created her didn’t leave her with a stable mind. Did someone train him against her manipulations, show him she was unhinged, that she was the ultimate Deceiver? That she cared only for power and her own salvation in the end. Was it Vincent?

A sharp sting of anger pierces her skull and she pinches her upper nose. He was still taking everything from her. “Reeve.” She breathes. “These people are trying to turn you against me, but you know what I have been through! Vincent got to have his revenge by killing how many soldiers? How many innocent people just doing their jobs? All to get at one man. He got to have his revenge. Why can’t I have mine?! Why can’t I just be happy...just once..” She whispers as a sole tear glides down her cheek from wide eyes of perfect stone. “Leave and I won’t tell anyone. You would have nothing to do with it.”

“I think...this is wrong, no. I can’t just stand by and watch it.” Her teeth audibly click as her jaw snaps shut. She regards him with surprise, with betrayal. The one thing she could not stand. If she even hated the Professor for betraying her, what would make Reeve immune? Only. It wasn’t the Professors fault, the blame was set upon Jenova. “How could you do this to me?” She asks. “How can you abandon me when the world falls apart, when I fall apart? And then tell me that ‘this’ is not right?” Her eyes glance down towards the bodies on the floor for a fracture of a second.

Now it was Reeve’s turn to take a step forward. “Do you think you would ever hurt me like that?” He asks, eyes still focused strictly upon her. Could she? She shakes her head quickly though if it came to him ruining this project of hers she just might. “No.” She swallows. ��I never...I only wanted you, Reeve. I only wanted someone to be there for me and not even you could do that. I began to think that there is only one person who could truly love me as much as I loved you, the one person in my life I was built to protect but failed to do so. I love him too Reeve, not in the same way, but it is a love that only I ca-” She chokes on her words as arms lash out, grasping her arms tight and jolting a shake of her body. As if he could literally shake sense back into her.

“This is not love! It is obsession! A sick one at that.” He says with a snarl. For a moment she stands there in silence, eyes drifting to gaze into his own. There was once something there, or was it obsession too? He was right. The Professor was obsessed with her, and she only played into that obsession. It’s how she got anyone to like her, to do things for her, there was always a way to make them….obsessed. Had she once driven that obsession with her straight into Reeve himself? Is this the only kind of love that she was destined to ever know?

She was in his hands now and for once it didn’t feel good. She was the product of a madman, she was chaos, even the laws of emotion and reality didn’t seem to obey near her. The look of hurt and sorrow fades from her face, leaving that perfect mask of absence in its place. Confidence restored in her eyes, the cogs beginning to turn in her mind on the next move she should make. What would drive her forward and out of this mess. Her next calculation.

Her eyes have a sharpness to them as she speaks her next words. “What are you going to do now, Reeve?” It was a challenge for him to make his next move. A challenge for him to stop her.

@animus-inspire

#animus inspire #omgs #how could you xD! #honestly if you ever want to continue this I would totally write it #as much as it would kill me #here you are #a dark reality #moi love #<3 #Thanks for asking! #This was fun to write