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Computers beeped and distant alarms could be heard. A ShinRa scientist walked into the lab and sat at the computer. The lab had been occupied for 5 months now; the main subject held in a large tank filled with green tinted liquid. The scientist was a woman. She moved the mouse and pulled the computer out of stand by mode. She looked at the data on the screen and her green eyes widened. Taking the lab phone she pushed one of the speed dial buttons ‘Professor Hojo’.

“Sir. You need to see the results from last night.” She spoke with a gravely voice. She listened to a hum then the standard dial tone. She looked at the phone then placed it back on the cradle. She began writing some notes from the other computers whilst waiting.

15 minutes later the door opened and in walked ShinRa’s Finest, Professor Silas Hojo. There were several other ShinRa scientists in the lab by now. Silas Hojo was carrying a cardboard cup of fresh black coffee.

“Good morning Professor.” One random scientist said, “Enjoy your day off yesterday?” He asked, looking up from his clip board. Hojo took a sip from his cup and flicked his black bangs from his eyes.

“Day off! HA! I spent all day kissing ShinRa’s gargantuan arse. So I took a vigorous leap and visited one of my old haunts.” He sipped again, “And I am very well aware of my eyes. I fell asleep before I could take out my lenses. But enough about that! To my lovely PROJECT B. What have you got to tell me today?” He asked, taking the clip board with a print out of the nightly data collection. He looked at the results and his eyes widened, “He had an orgasm? Interesting. Very interesting. I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting this at all.” He placed the clip board and his coffee on the desk. He reached his fingers under his glasses and quickly pulled out both of his blue cat eye lenses. Humming fiendishly he discarded them in the nearest bin then walked to the tank. Hojo placed his hand on the tepid glass and looked at the fine specimen inside. He gently tapped the glass and waited.

“Wake up Shenlong.” He tapped the glass a little but harder. Shenlong twitched and like a startled fish being stared at in an aquarium he opened his eyes, gazing out at the world before him. He had a rather complex piece of breathing apparatus secured in his mouth. Hojo smiled and traced his fingers across the glass. Shenlong slowly brought his hand forward and with his own finger followed the scientists movements. His long black hair swirled around his skinny naked body, making him flinch and twitch when the ends came into contact with his skin. Hojo gave PROJECT B a sly half smile and tuned away from him.

“Commence the purging process.” He purred as he shoved his hands in his pockets. Random Science Guy 1 pushed a button on his control panel and the tank began to slowly drain the liquid inside. Shenlong spat out his breathing apparatus and banged his fists on the glass. There was a loud sound of a vacuum seal being released and the tank began to open, the glass panel lifting like the doors of a Delorian. Shenlong lay crumpled at the bottom of the tank, his body still twitching. He gasped, trying to catch his breath. Hojo took a spare lab coat from the back of a nearby chair and draped it over Shenlong’s body. The boy coughed and feebly pulled the garment around himself.

“Ladies and gentlemen! The initial stages of PROJECT B have been a complete success.” Hojo walked around the tank; scientists shaking his hands as he walked. “Go and research and record last nights findings and we shall meet tomorrow to compare our findings. Dismissed.” He said, his voice full of triumph. The scientists made their way to the door, leaving Hojo alone with Shenlong.

“… PROJECT B?” Shenlong whispered. Hojo bent over and lifted the wet young man off the floor of the tank and he helped him into a chair. The scientist gathered Shenlong’s hair and tied it into a scruffy ponytail. Shenlong looked at him, his ruby eyes even more intense than before. He raised his hand again and carefully traced the contours of Hojo’s face.

“Do you remember my name?” He asked. Shenlong dropped his hand and looked around the lab. “Do you remember your name?” Shenlong pointed to a notebook and flexed his fingers towards it. Hojo took the notebook and pen and showed it to the boy. Carefully, he placed the pen into the young mans hand and held the notebook to him. Shenlong placed the tip of the pen onto the paper and started to draw. At first he drew scribbles, but he quickly picked up how to use something as simple as a pen. Hojo smiled and tucked the boys still-damp bangs behind his ears.

“My name is Shenlong Hojo. You are Professor Silas Hojo and I had an orgasm because I remembered Scarlet. I remember everything.” He said softly, his normally bubbly voice now tainted with sorrow and hardship. Hojo cleared his throat and dropped the pad. He walked over to the computer and started typing. Shenlong suddenly felt a pang of emptiness. He looked at Silas Hojo and simply stared at him.

“My chest hurts. It feels tight.” He snapped, placing his hand on his chest. Hojo kept on looking at the computer screen and made some more notes.

“You’re just getting used to independent breathing. Don’t worry. That can happen.” He said, not looking up. Shenlong dropped the pen and brought his hands to his forehead. It felt clammy and hot.

“Sephiroth… I… HOJO!!! AHHH… What!!!!” he shouted, snapping his hands to his chest. He felt hot like his body was on fire. He fell to the floor and clenched his fists tightly. Hojo dropped his pen and ran to Shenlong. He was screaming in agony. Hojo tried to calm him down and restrain him but he was thrown back by a pair of metallic wings sprouting out of the young mans back. He screamed louder as the skin on his back split apart. Blood dripped from the wounds and wings, covering his pale skin in a scarlet blanket.

“Shenlong!” Hojo shouted “CONTROL YOURSELF!!!”. Shenlong’s eyes were now completely red, blazing like Ifrit’s Hell Fire. His hands grew thick sharp talons and quicker than lightning he lunged at Hojo, grabbing him by the throat and pinning him to the wall… ready to strike. Clearly terrified; Hojo did the only human thing he had done in a long time. He cried. Shenlong was about to launch his claws into Hojo’s heart but instead felt a new stinging sensation in his neck. He dropped the scientist and his hands scratted at hit neck but he fell to the floor, his wings knocking over several computers and the glass panel on the specimen tank. Hojo slid down the wall and felt his neck. He was bleeding. He took his lab coat off and held it to his neck looking at the door; his breath haggard and uneven. There was a man in a sharp blue suit stood in the door with a rifle in his hand. His hair was tied in a ponytail and he had a small black mark on his forehead. A Wutai Man.

“Thank you Tseng. Prompt as always.” Hojo breathed. Tseng was from the Turks. Hojo had a very bad history with the Turks. However, he seemed to get along with Tseng. Tseng flicked the safety lock on the rifle and walked into the trashed lab.

“Things going well I see Professor. What have you been doing this time?” He asked as he offered his hands to the Professor. Silas grabbed his hands and was pulled to his feet.

“Technical hitch. Nothing I couldn’t handle.” He said as he dropped the lab coat to the floor. He grabbed a first aid kit which was mounted on the wall and opened it. He tipped out the contents onto the table top and spread it out with his hand like a card dealer would spread out a deck of cards. He plucked an adhesive pad from the kit and opened the paper wrapper and placed it on the oozing wound, smoothing it down with the palm of his hand. Tseng took his small radio off his belt and pressed the button on the side, a small green light illuminating his cheek as he held it up.

“Need a team of four to lab number 045. Require heavy restraints and fast access to a holding cell. Over” He said plainly looking at the fallen Shenlong. Hojo was knelt down beside him peeling damp hair off his face as he flipped him gently onto his back. His face was quite peaceful.

“I underestimated your strength boy. I know you don’t take to new treatments that well. You hated chemotherapy.” He said softly. He held his hand and looked at the claws which were now slowly retracting and beginning to resemble fingers again. Bruised fingers. Tseng tapped the radio against his lips and sighed.

“Good night last night then?” he said. Hojo looked up and glared.

“It was passable.” He stood up and walked over to a storage unit. He opened the door and pulled out a large plastic sheet which was folded in a square. He unfolded it and draped it onto the floor next to Shenlong. It stuck to the floor with the pool of blood. “Allow me a moment with my son Tseng. Go outside and wait for your colleagues and the President. No doubt he’ll turn up.” He said walking around the Turk. Tseng respectfully bowed and left the lab, the door opening and closing with a Starship Enterprise ‘whoosh’. Hojo knelt down again and dug the tranquilizer dart from the back of Shenlong neck. About 20 minutes for the drug to begin wearing off. The Turks didn’t have a drug nearly powerful enough to knock out a Hojoesque experiment when it was at full force.

“You really are a disgusting creature. I’ve always hated you. I hate you even more now. I know you know. You know my secret. Of the four people in the world who knows it, I’m so glad it’s you who now knows. Imagine the pain I can inflict upon you now.” He said in a sickly sweet voice. He sat down again and crossed his legs, taking out a piece of paper from the pocket of his trousers. He unfolded it and looked at it. Hatred burning in his heart. His eyes narrowed; his nose wrinkled; and his lips pursed. His hands tightened around the paper and he suddenly grabbed a scalpel from one of the broken trolleys on the floor. he gripped the handle of the blade and straddled the boy, placing the tip of the sharp blade on the right hand side of his throat. He leaned in close and gently forced the blade in.

“Sick little cunt!” he ripped the blade out and sat up. He plunged it into his stomach.

“Valentine spawn!” he ripped it out and grabbed his wrist, nails digging into the soft tattooed flesh. He extended his arm so he had a clean canvas to work on. Licking the skin he shuddered, the taste of the fluid from the tank still present, mixed with sweat. He began to scrawl his name into the bicep, the blood spurting up like a burst water pipe. The sedative was wearing off and Shenlong was drifting back into consciousness. He moaned slightly, trying to shuffle under Hojo. His wings were slowly receding too. He was looking more human. He opened his eyes, his long lashes fluttering like a wisp of smoke. Hojo tore out the scalpel and grabbed the boy by the chin.

“How DARE you run a fucking DNA test on me!!! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!” he exclaimed. Shenlong blinked and inhaled sharply, trying to sit up. Hojo sliced the scalpel across the kids face, re-opening the old scar under his right eye. Shenlong grunted, his body still numb from the sedative. These wounds would surely sting a bit when he regained full feeling in his body. Hojo stood up, shoving Shenlong to the floor as he went. Looking down his nose at the boy he kicked him sharply in the ribs as he was on his knees. Shenlong spluttered blood and fell back down, cracking his nose on the floor. His sense of touch was fast returning and he could feel each individual incision like a burning sensation. He held his ribs and sat up, his knees only just supporting him.

“I… I…” Shenlong coughed harshly, spitting up a mix of blood and bile. “I didn’t think… I didn’t think you’d find out…” He squeezed his eyes shut, the wings on his back vaporizing in a mist of something resembling a body passing through into the lifestream. Hojo threw the scalpel into a medical waste bin and folded his arms. Shenlong fell backwards slightly and rested on the cold sterile wall.
“I know you don’t think. You never do boy!” he spat. Shenlong seethed at the pain of the lacerations, his eyes falling upon the crude carving of the name ‘Hojo’ on his right bicep. There was a loud knock at the door. Hojo walked calmly over to the door and pressed the small red button on the intercom.

“Fast Action Response Team sir.” The voice crackled through the intercom. Hojo grinned and opened the door. Four armoured Turks entered the lab and made their way to Shenlong. Two grabbed him by the hair and another forced a thick pair of steel manacles around his wrists, restraining his arms behind his back. One of the guys holding his hair was Rude. They were all wearing helmets but Shenlong knew it was him because of his sunglasses. A steel collar was clamped around his neck and a chain extended down from the back to his manacles. If he shifted his arms he would choke himself. Another Turk secured a series of leather belts around his arms and legs. They didn’t care that he was naked. Hojo helped the other guy wheel in a stretcher, stopping it just before it ran into the kid. They lifted him onto the stretcher and secured him with leather ratchet straps. All the time Shenlong was struggling.

“You can’t do this to me!” Shenlong spat. Hojo smirked and took a heavy glass paper- weight off the desk. The Turks turned around on the Professor’s signal, blind to what was about to come. Shenlong’s eyes met Hojo’s, triumph blazing behind them spectacles. “Hojo… Dad… please…” Silas Hojo smiled an evil smile and smacked Shenlong in the temple with the sharp corner of the paperweight, effectively silencing him.
Project B
Set After the Nibelheim incident, Shenlong has seemingly been doing some detective work prior to his current situation. As always Hojo finds out and in true Hojo style turns from Professional Professor to Raging psychotic in one gruesome Madame-MalfoyBA-Hons fanfic :)
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Nibelheim was a small village in the western continent, around 50 miles north of Cosmo Canyon. It was set at the beginning of the Mount Nibel mountain trail. The mountains were home to one of ShinRa’s Mako Reactors. Some reactors were home to Huge Materia. Mt Nibel reactor was home to Jenova: The Calamity of the Skies. It was a place where SOLDIER hadn’t really ventured to in the past. They had only used it as a stop over on the way to Wutai.

“So. Nibelheim.” Sephiroth said as he slid his order papers back into its envelope. Shenlong nodded. When Sephiroth was just a toddler, he was living in Midgar. Shenlong spent the first year of his life in Nibelheim. He didn’t understand what was going on or why Hojo had to tidy the mess of the mansion. He didn’t even know what Nibelheim looked like. Hey, he was only a kid when he was there. Still, it’d be nice to see the place he once called home.

“What bit do you have to cover?” Shenlong asked as he slid his papers into his leather satchel. Sephiroth took a set of van keys and placed them in his pocket.

“The mountains. I’m just surveying the surrounding area around the reactor.” He started. “Because you’re a new First class SOLDIER they must have given you the mansion. Break you into your new role with something easy.”

Shenlong grinned as he zipped up his leather vest. This was to be his first big mission since he was removed from DeepGround. He had had small missions within SOLDIER but his main work was affiliated with the Biochemistry Division and the Turks. He only gained First because his training with Sephiroth was coming on leaps and bounds.

“I can’t remember Nibelheim. Hojo said that I was brought up in the mansion but I don’t really remember it.” He said as he fixed Valiant and Patriot to his waist. Sephiroth rolled his eyes.

“Hojo. I’ll be glad to see the back of him for a while.” Sephiroth said. He opened Shenlong’s satchel and dropped his papers in.

“One whole week of just us two. Jolly Boys Outing. no Hojo, no Genesis. No Hollander being a dick. Just us two.” Shenlong laughed, making extravagant hand gestures. Sephiroth shook his head and walked off towards the elevator. Shenlong ran after him, his zips and other metal components clanking together as he ran. He sounded like a tinker mans cart, the amount of necklaces and bracelets he wore. His bunch of keys fixed to his belt added to the noise.

“You’re like a walking percussion instrument.” Sephiroth said darkly. Shenlong slammed his hand on the buttons, his bracelets erupting in a flurry of musical joy.

“And you’re just jealous.” The door to the elevator opened and they both stepped inside.

“Jealous of the percussionist? I’d rather be the guitarist or something a little more important.” Sephiroth said as he pressed the button for the garages. It had a small picture of a truck on it and it was where all the ShinRa land vehicles were housed when they weren’t in use or needed servicing.

“Nah. I always thought that if I were in a band I’d be the vocalist.” Shenlong said. He held his left hand up to his face as if he were holding a microphone and started to sing. Sephiroth rolled his eyes and clapped his hands to his ears; provoking Shenlong to sing louder and annoyingly out of tune.

“Will you cut it out you little urchin! Giving me a headache!” Sephiroth snapped. Shenlong lowered his hand and laughed. “I have to put up with you for Gaia knows how long. Can you please, PLEASE keep your abnormal behaviour to a minimum when we’re in the truck? I’m begging you.” Sephiroth pleaded. Shenlong tapped his lips for a few moments, his face contemplating what he would do instead. Eventually he shook his head, just s the elevator reached the underground floor.

“What would I get in return?” he asked, sliding through the small gap in the opening doors. Sephiroth followed his and took his keys from his interior pocket. Pressing the switch on the fob, one of the trucks flashed.

“You get the pleasure of me not sending you to be keel-hauled.” Sephiroth said as he opened the driver’s side door. Shenlong jumped into the passenger side and dropped his swords in the back of the long truck. They landed next to Sephiroth’s Masamune. He took off his satchel too and placed it on his knees.

“I think I’d rather sing. Your music is like the shit they play at a wake.” Shenlong said as he fished out a bag of Cheezy Doodlez . He dropped his bag at his feet and opened the packet. The smell of artificial cheese filled the front of the truck. He picked one out and popped it into his mouth. They were luminous orange in colour.

“They reek. Don’t you dare go touching the radio now. You’ll get orange shit every where.” Sephiroth growled. Shenlong stuck his tongue out and continued to eat as they set off. Couldn’t even wait until they got onto the open road to eat. He placed the bag on the dash board and fished his iPod out of the front pocket of his satchel. He unwound the ear buds and shoved them in his ears. He turned the volume up to full and felt a rush of excitement when he felt the van roar to life. Sephiroth rubbed his eyes before carefully manoeuvring out of the parking lot.

As immature as Shenlong was, Sephiroth joined in with the singing and reckless air guitar solos. Every few hours or so, the brothers would switch places in the van, Shenlong driving to give Sephiroth a rest. They would stop off in lay-bys and piss in a bush. Service stations were a must when it came to having a dump and a crappy cup of coffee which could pass for chicken soup. All in all it took two days to get to Nibelheim.

It was a small village nestles softly in a vast expanse of mountains. Rocky crags and savage winds met anyone insane enough to venture up the range. The village itself was not without its mysteries. Before he left Midgar Shenlong had bought himself a guide book of Gaia’s world mysteries and there was a huge section dedicated to Nibelheim.

“Have you heard about these 7 Wonder things?” He asked Sephiroth as they drove into the village square.

“Machu Pichu? Them wonders?” Replied Sephiroth as he looked up towards the mountain. Shenlong flicked through the guide book.

“No. the 7 Wonders of Nibelheim. Red water, super strength monsters in the mountains.” He said as he thrust the book under Sephiroth’s nose. He grabbed it and threw it into the back of the van, “Well a big fuck off to you too. Dibs on the mansion!” Shenlong yelled. Sephiroth rolled his eyes.

“You are stationed in the mansion bone head.” He growled. “Grab your gear and get the hell out of my van. I’ve got a mountain range to explore.”

“Yes’sir General Butthead!”

Shenlong grabbed his swords and opened the door. he kicked it open and jumped onto the dusty ground. He clipped his swords back on his belt and pulled his jeans up his arse.

“Oi! Lieutenant Doesn’t Give A Shit About His Duties. Keys!” Sephiroth shouted as he launched a set of keys at his brother. Shenlong effortlessly grabbed them in his hand and kicked the door shut. He swung his satchel over his shoulders and looked around.  “We’ll meet at the inn at Nightfall. Good Luck.”  With that, Sephiroth revved the van and drove off up towards the mountains. He didn’t need a guide. He had refused the guide offered by ShinRa. He was good enough to go alone. Shenlong looked up at the water silo and cocked his head slightly. He felt his presence was being watched. Turning his head he saw a young boy, no older than 12.

“Hey kid. You missed the hero.” Shenlong said. The kid shook his head.

“Nah. Snuck a photo of him when he was yakkin’ to you.” Sarcastic little twat, “first time in Nibelheim?”

“Nope. I was born here and lived here for like the first year of my life. Cant really remember jack.” Shenlong said. The kid laughed.

“Seriously dude. You’re like 100. stop tryna be cool like me.”

“Ain’t it past your bedtime? Go run off to mammy and let her tuck you in half pint.” Shenlong said. He turned on his heel and walked off towards the mansion. The kid stuck his tongue out and ran off.

The ShinRa Mansion was a grand building. It was quite small for a mansion but it was still grand. Shenlong grabbed onto the gates and tried to open them. They were rusted shut. He shook them violently and kicked at them until they opened with an ear piercing screech. He wiped his rust hands on his jacket and walked up the weedy path. His footsteps and jingling chains startled a small family of mice out of the undergrowth. Before opening the door he stood on a window box and tried to look in the windows. They were boarded up from the inside. Just as he was about to climb down, the wooden window box collapsed beneath his feet. As he fell to the ground he disrupted a large cobweb under the outside windowsill; resulting in a huge spider dropping onto his chest.

“Fuck… go on. Frig off. Fuck the fuck off.” He quickly swiped at the 8 legged creature; taking care not to get his fingers bitten off by its monstrous mandible pincers. He heard a small hiss as he swatted the spider off. It scurried off and ran off up a small weed. A weed wishing it was a tree. He stood up and pulled the keys from his pocket. He shoved the mansion key in the lock and twisted it. He pushed the door open and was greeted by a thick drapery of cobwebs. Using one of his swords he cut away through the dusty silk and made his way into the mansion. More spiders inside and a few orange floating balls with doilies fluttering about their arses. These must be the Dorky Face monsters. Shenlong had seen them expertly sketched both inside and out in Hojo’s sketch books.

“Wish I had a Pokédex.” He said to himself. There were pieces of paper scattered about the place. He picked up one piece and looked at it. There was a kind of missive written on the paper but it was so faded he could hardly make it out. He could only just make out the words ‘safe’ and ‘first floor’. Was there a safe on the first floor or was it the safest place to be in the mansion? Whatever it meant, his mission was to explore and investigate the mansion and investigate is what he would do. He saw four doors in the foyer and a huge double door under the stairs. He looked at the window in the middle of the wall at the top of the stairs. It was a stained glass masterpiece but it was very dusty. This wasn’t boarded up. He walked up the stairs, taking extra care as he went. They were creaking and he knew that he could easily put his foot through them. Knowing that he kept a hold of the banister and walked on the edge of the stairs. He reached the stained glass window and looked out. He could see nothing but the foot of the vast mountain range. The right hand side of the building was dark but the left was light. One room was giving a greenish hue. He drew his second sword and held them just above his hips as he stepped into the left hand landing of the building. The green room was shrouded with foliage and more dirt and cobwebs. More cobwebs meant more spiders.

“Come on kid. Man up. Remember when Sephiroth dared you to put that rubber spider in Genesis’ pants. That was just as big and scary as these.” He said to himself as he began to pick the lock on the door to his right. “Yeah… but that was a fake spider. Full of fake shite. And Genesis was more scary than the spider.” He continued. Failing to pick the lock with his Turk training, he stood up and took a step back. “RememberNCIS season 1? Sub rosa? oh yeah Gibbs was bitchin’ that ep.” Drifting off into his own world again. He looked up and saw that floating Satsuma drizzling golden powder over his head. “Oi! Fuck off!” he shouted, taking a swipe at the creature with his swords. He caught its frilly tails with the tip of his blade and it screeched. It took another look at Shenlong and floated away. Shenlong took a moment to regain his mind and then kicked the door in. He shattered the door lock and nearly broke the entire door off its hinges as it smacked against the back wall.

“Still got it.”

He walked into the room and immediately saw the safe. He remembered his training with Reno when they were safe cracking. The nut job red head grew bored with picking the lock with a stethoscope. Instead he forced a wad of plastic explosive on the hinges and opened the door his own way. Shenlong would have done the same if he had any plastic explosive with him. He didn’t even have a stethoscope. His keen sense of hearing would have to do. He dropped his swords in front of the safe and sat down at the door; pressing his ear to the cold iron door. He started to twist the small dial listening intently for the clicking. He closed his eyes; blocking out one sense to heighten another. He clamped his lips shut; the taste of the air dragging his hearing to a lower level. He tried to slow his breathing so he wasn’t inhaling the scent of the room. Three sensed dulled to heighten the other two. Shenlong had no idea what time it was; he had no idea how long he had been sat with his ear up against the safe nor how long it would be before he opened it… if he could at all. X amount of time passed and he heard a click; his heart skipping a beat at the sound. He opened his eyes and took a deep breath. He had become light headed by not breathing normally. Holding the gold coloured handle he cranked it open and swung the door out of the way. Inside was a very old looking manilla wallet. It was quite thin but had a small bulge in the middle.

Looking around he hesitantly took the wallet, half expecting the lump to be another spider. He turned it over in his hands and examined the writing on the back. Failed Experiment . Hojo’s writing. He opened he flap and pulled out a small bundle of papers. Sliding the papers out he dropped the bulge. It dropped to the floor and landed with a clunk. Looking down he saw it was a key. He picked it up and examined it. Like the main door key to the mansion it was ornate and clearly an original piece of the mansion. He slid it in his pocket and began to look at the papers. Detailed drawings of muscle groups accompanied with scientific notes. Carefully he put the papers back in the wallet and put them in his bag. He then took out his phone and turned it on.

To: SephOWA
From: Shen-Gri-La

I’ve found a safe in the mansion. There’s a key. Any idea where I could look?


He sent the message and tapped his foot. He had an inkling that Sephiroth knew more about the mansion. He was higher in the SOLDIER ranks so he got told more. He perched himself on top of the safe and swung his legs in the open space. He tried to remember what it was like when he was a kid living here. It must have been ages ago because he couldn’t clearly remember.

1 New Message

To: Shen-Gri-La
From: SephOWA

Try in the room with the curved wall. I heard about an opening. Don’t know what lies beyond though. Keep up the good work.


Curved wall? Light bulb. He dropped his phone into his bag and grabbed his swords off the floor, resetting them in their sheaths. Running from the room he sprinted across the landing; kicking up a cloud of dust as he ran. He came skidding to a halt in a more lit room. This part wasn’t facing the mountains. Light was reaching the mansion. He touched the wall and listened. He started to knock it with his knuckles, trying to find a weak spot. There was a soft rumble and a small flurry of brick dust fell from the top of the wall. He pulled away and looked up. The wall was shaking slightly. He placed both hands on it and tried to shove it aside with his strength. It wouldn’t budge.

“Think King Arthur. A Gentle Hand Will Rule The Land… Gentle hand.” He whispered to himself. Taking another relaxing breath he softly shifted the wall aside. It was a soft and careful movement making the wall effortlessly move aside. The dust was immense.

“Fire the housekeeping.” He laughed.

One New Message

To: Shen-Gri-La
From: Hojo

Where are you!!??


Shenlong rolled his ruby eyes.

To: Hojo
From: Shen-Gri-La

Nibelheim. Mission for SOLDIER. I don’t remember it though. You said I used to live here.


Great. Obviously Lazard hadn’t told Hojo of the SOLDIER mission. Tch. All He did was develop the whole basis of SOLDIER. In some ways Shenlong was thankful for Lazard for not divulging this information.

One New Message

To: Shen-Gri-La
From: Hojo

In the Mansion?

To: Hojo
From: Shen-Gri-La

Duh. Sephiroth is in the Mountians and I’m in the Mansion. Can you bugger off and leave me to my work please?


Shenlong began to walk down the spiral staircase, using the same air of caution as he did when walking up the main stairs in the Foyer. These stairs looked even more dilapidated than the other staircase. he only knocked off one worn out plank when his concentration was distracted.

One New Message

To: Shen-Gri-La
From: Hojo

STAY OUT OF THE BASEMENT!!!


He chose to ignore that message. There was a stale smell of mako and stagnant water. There was a very small portion of light seeping in through the upper floor. Shenlong took his phone and switched on the camera light using it as a torch.

One New Message

To: Shen-Gri-La
From: Hojo

I mean it boy. Stay out of the basement!!! Defy me and you will be sanctioned upon your return; a fail on your permanent record.

To: Hojo
From: Shen-Gri-La

SO FAIL ME OLD MAN!!! MY MISSION IS TO INVESTIGATE THE MANSION!!! INVESTIGATE IS WHAT I AM DOING!!! AND YES THAT INCLUDES THE BASEMENT!!! BACK OFF!!!


He deleted the thread of messages and carried on walking keeping his free hand on one of his swords. He ducked down as his light and footsteps disturbed a small family of blood sucking bats. He curled up in a small ball as the purple hue bats nipped at his arms, sucking on his blood. Shenlong dropped his phone and grabbed both his swords. Spinning onto his back he slashed at the bats growling as they shrieked; slicing in half. Blood fell from above like crimson rain and Shenlong knew he had got them all. Standing up he wiped the blood from his face, re-sheathing his swords. he bent over and picked up his phone only to see that in the commotion he had stood on it and cracked the screen. Damn it. He held it up grateful that the light was still working. He came face to face with a wooden door, hinged with heavy wrought iron. To his right was a steel door with hazard stripes. The lights on the panel were functional so he assumed the doors would work. The other door intrigued him more. He knew about the lab in the basement. That was in his case file but this door was new to him. He took the key from his pocket and turned it over in his hand. As he did with the main doors he carefully slid the key into the lock and twisted it until it clicked. With his gentle hand he pushed the door open. He swallowed thickly at what his fell upon.
When Shenlong Met Vincent p1
SOLDIER operatives Sephiroth and Shenlong have been deployed to Nibelheim. Shenlong makes a discovery in the mansion that could very well change his future
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i am still here:)

got loads of stuff in the pipeline, just need to find time to do it all
  • Listening to: Tyketto
  • Reading: Dr Haze- Mud, Blood and Glitter
  • Watching: Frasier
  • Playing: Dirge of Cerberus
  • Eating: lollipops
  • Drinking: diet coke
after my recent revival of my love for Final Fantasy ive kinda been thinking about Shenlong/ Rocky.

the phrase 'Jack of All Trades, Master of None' springs to mind regarding this kid. then i got thinking about FF X-2 and the dress sphere system. how about a set of dress spheres for Shenlong. SOLDIER dress sphere. Turk Dress Sphere etc. but going through other awesome games that totally kick arse... eg vampire dress sphere for Legacy Of Kain. kindov an excuse for this kid to do some cosplay for himself :D

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Aim-Y, Curious A, Madame Malfoy, Elly-V, Shendude, SHVII, aimeerules, viva-la-snape, shes a muppet really, diva, aimz, bitchinStitchin. but my real name is Aimee. pleased to meet you

Age:-

22 years young :)

A little about the famous OC's:-

Harry Potter. well- meet Verity Real. her parents were supposedly killed by a certain Death Eater. when she ventures forth to Hogwarts she meets Severus and strikes an unlikely friendship with him. as she gets older she becomes more than just friends with him. together they have three beautiful children but happiness is always a touch away with the impending meddling of Lucius Malfoy. Lucius becomes obsessed with Verity and is desperate to make her his bride. Will he succeed or will Verity remain loyal to her family?

Lark Spyder. imprisoned in Azkaban from a very young age. he is taken under Lucius Malfoys Wing and grows to respect him as a brother he never had. Lark is ruthless and completely irrational. he craves drugs and alcohol and would step over his own mother to get them.


Jackie Chan Adventures.
Elenore Farrington- Clarke is a highly motivated woman. married to the crime lord Valmont she is constantly trying to better the Dark Hand. She does however divorce Valmont and sets herself up in California. she makes herself out to be a huge Hollywood Big Wig but really she is just a secretary. Valmont soon finds out when they are hunting for the demon portals. Elenore cannot resist Valmont and continuously goes back to him, even when a break up is serious. A happy ever after? we'll see.


Thunderbirds.
Kelly Tracy is an ex-army General. she is given an honorable discharge after her fighter craft was shot down. her co- pilot was killed in the accident and she harbors deep feelings of loss which she tries to put to the back of her mind. her specialism is mechanics and when she is not pumping iron in the gym with her brothers she is in the lab with Brains helping to make the thunderbirds crafts perfect. she is determined to protect her family and those who need International Rescue so no one may ever have to go through what she went through. But will her emotions soon get the better of her when a mysterious villain starts terrorising her family.


Final Fantasy.
Shenlong Hojo/ Roquefort 'Rocky' Valentine. Better known as 'Sephiroth's Kid Borther'. he will never be as good as Sephiroth. as a child cancer survivor Shenlong is determined to make the most of his life after been given a second chance at such an early age. but he will always remain in Sephiroth's Shadow. When Sephiroth made General, Shenlong only ever made Lieutenant General. Shenlong never felt like he fitted in with his ShinRa family and an encounter with a mysterious crimson stranger sets his mind racing with questions, his mind asking the question 'who is my family?' can the mysterious Crimson Stranger answer the questions which will no doubt change the very fabric of Shenlong's being?


Wacky Races + Flying Machines.
Deburn 'Deb' Dastardly. sister to Dick and Dread. ever since she was very small deb was always fascinated with Dick's most insane villainous schemes... which always back fired. racing was always a part of her life. as a kid she made soap box racers with her brother and was always part of the losing team. her philosophy has always been 'Stick with the Underdogs.' when Deb turned 17 her parents were killed in a car accident. Dread Baron -as the oldest sibling- kept the family home whereas Dick took off with Muttley to lead his racing lifestyle. Deb stayed with Dread, hoping to build a better relationship with him, with it being quite hostile in the past. they never truly got on. Deb wanted to follow Dicks footsteps and join the racing circuit. she used her inheritance money to buy and build her ideal racer 'Highway Star'. when she was satisfied with her car she vows to leave Dread. whilst living together Deb was the doormat of the family, with Dread getting her to do everything for him and not lifting a finger himself. to keep things as they are Dread sabotages 'Highway Star' and watches as it explodes. Deb has enough and leaves, takign whatever money she has left. with a massive FU to the Rottens she finds the Wacky Races and her brother. when the racing season finished Dick and Deb return to the airfields of the Vulture Squadron.
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