Post by Angeal Hewley on Nov 24, 2012 3:00:32 GMT -5
Angeal had his eyes closed as a warm light covered his entire body. This was the first time he felt this warmth, almost like a protective blanket around him. Thoughts filled his mind as each minute passed, memories of the past. Things like who he was and what made him what he is was came and went like a fast simulation. Several memories stuck close to him just long enough to give Angeal a sense of nostalgia before it went. Angeal couldn’t help but feel a twinge of emotion when he saw each and every one.
One of those memories was when he was training Zack in the simulator room. The boy was so full of life; he couldn’t keep still, like a puppy. Angeal let out a small chuckle at the thought of the boy, he had dreams of being a hero. Angeal wanted to make sure that he realized them; he wanted to make sure that he didn’t lose his way. So he trained the boy in body and mind so that one day he will be ready to become a hero. He lectured him about dreams and honor to keep the boy focused on his dream. Angeal felt proud of his student for growing up and taking the mantle after he died.
Another memory passed through him, the VR incident. It was that day that things went downhill for Genesis and himself. It was then that he had come terms with how much he would do for his childhood friend. After Genesis disappeared he felt that he had failed his friend somehow. When he heard rumors about Genesis being in Wuntai he made his choice to bring him back, even if he had to leave Shinra to gain the man’s trust. Angeal didn’t know it at the time that his friend was dying. If he had, would he had done something different? He wondered as that memory left his grasp, allowing a new one to appear.
“Those are wings of an angel.” Those were the words that passed through Angeal as the next set of memories came to him. It was when he and Zack were talking within Sector 5 Plate interior. It was just like Zack to try to get him see the bright side of things. But at the time Angeal thought nothing but what he had become… a monster. Yet now, he came to understand those wings as much as he didn’t wish to. His one wish was to be human, to become the human he was in the past. So desperation he wanted Zack to fight him, to relieve him of his own suffering. When the boy couldn’t, Angeal had to get him away from Genesis and himself. He fired a spell to send him to the slums, safe for the moment.
The last memory was when he became a true monster by right. It was in Modeoheim, it was the perfect place to end everything in his broken mind. Zack had defeated Genesis, so it was only the two of them left. Even at that point Zack tried to reason with him, Angeal supposed that Zack was the type who truly saw the good in others. Still at that time he created mayhem of madness in his mind, he caused his own suffering, a spiral of darkness that his inner demons relished. He couldn’t see anything good about himself anymore. That wing on his right side was proof enough. So to force Zack to fight he became the chimera, his penance poured into the creature.
Angeal let out a small sad smile of the thing he done to Zack, the boy who looked up to him. He forced the boy to become his personal executioner, only for his own selfish gain. Angeal left him his burden, the symbol of his honor: The Buster Sword. He knew that Zack could handle it, which was his only consolation before he came to the Lifestream. From there he continued to watch the boy become a true SOLDIER.
The warmth he felt was fading away and with it his body began to feel sore. 'Wait... sore?' Angeal thought as he opened his eyes. He was inside a crater in some sort of terrain, his body felt really sore. He sat up and placed his palm on his chest. He could feel his heart beating and his lungs filling up with air before exhaling. His hand trailed down to his abdomen where he could feel a scar on it, probably the one Zack made to defeat him. He pulled himself out of the crater and looked around. He was in a jungle like environment, somewhere completely foreign to him.
"Why am I alive?" He asked himself as he looked at the sky, everything felt so different. The earth on his fingers even the air that blew felt different.The sky felt different. Something in his mind screamed that he was not supposed to be here. He looked behind himself and saw the white wing on his back. He shook the dust off of him and saw something on the ground. It was a sword that was so foreign to him and yet when it was in his hands it felt right.
Angeal shook his head and let the blade rest on his shoulder. He looked at the road in front of him. He needed to find some answers before the doubt eats away at him once again. "How ironic that someone like me is now in the land of the living."
One of those memories was when he was training Zack in the simulator room. The boy was so full of life; he couldn’t keep still, like a puppy. Angeal let out a small chuckle at the thought of the boy, he had dreams of being a hero. Angeal wanted to make sure that he realized them; he wanted to make sure that he didn’t lose his way. So he trained the boy in body and mind so that one day he will be ready to become a hero. He lectured him about dreams and honor to keep the boy focused on his dream. Angeal felt proud of his student for growing up and taking the mantle after he died.
Another memory passed through him, the VR incident. It was that day that things went downhill for Genesis and himself. It was then that he had come terms with how much he would do for his childhood friend. After Genesis disappeared he felt that he had failed his friend somehow. When he heard rumors about Genesis being in Wuntai he made his choice to bring him back, even if he had to leave Shinra to gain the man’s trust. Angeal didn’t know it at the time that his friend was dying. If he had, would he had done something different? He wondered as that memory left his grasp, allowing a new one to appear.
“Those are wings of an angel.” Those were the words that passed through Angeal as the next set of memories came to him. It was when he and Zack were talking within Sector 5 Plate interior. It was just like Zack to try to get him see the bright side of things. But at the time Angeal thought nothing but what he had become… a monster. Yet now, he came to understand those wings as much as he didn’t wish to. His one wish was to be human, to become the human he was in the past. So desperation he wanted Zack to fight him, to relieve him of his own suffering. When the boy couldn’t, Angeal had to get him away from Genesis and himself. He fired a spell to send him to the slums, safe for the moment.
The last memory was when he became a true monster by right. It was in Modeoheim, it was the perfect place to end everything in his broken mind. Zack had defeated Genesis, so it was only the two of them left. Even at that point Zack tried to reason with him, Angeal supposed that Zack was the type who truly saw the good in others. Still at that time he created mayhem of madness in his mind, he caused his own suffering, a spiral of darkness that his inner demons relished. He couldn’t see anything good about himself anymore. That wing on his right side was proof enough. So to force Zack to fight he became the chimera, his penance poured into the creature.
Angeal let out a small sad smile of the thing he done to Zack, the boy who looked up to him. He forced the boy to become his personal executioner, only for his own selfish gain. Angeal left him his burden, the symbol of his honor: The Buster Sword. He knew that Zack could handle it, which was his only consolation before he came to the Lifestream. From there he continued to watch the boy become a true SOLDIER.
The warmth he felt was fading away and with it his body began to feel sore. 'Wait... sore?' Angeal thought as he opened his eyes. He was inside a crater in some sort of terrain, his body felt really sore. He sat up and placed his palm on his chest. He could feel his heart beating and his lungs filling up with air before exhaling. His hand trailed down to his abdomen where he could feel a scar on it, probably the one Zack made to defeat him. He pulled himself out of the crater and looked around. He was in a jungle like environment, somewhere completely foreign to him.
"Why am I alive?" He asked himself as he looked at the sky, everything felt so different. The earth on his fingers even the air that blew felt different.The sky felt different. Something in his mind screamed that he was not supposed to be here. He looked behind himself and saw the white wing on his back. He shook the dust off of him and saw something on the ground. It was a sword that was so foreign to him and yet when it was in his hands it felt right.
Angeal shook his head and let the blade rest on his shoulder. He looked at the road in front of him. He needed to find some answers before the doubt eats away at him once again. "How ironic that someone like me is now in the land of the living."
