Younger Sephiroth: Chapter Two
Yet another day of high school. Another walk back to the old worn-down
schoolhouse. He saw Jarek waiting for him outside the school doors. Sephiroth clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. He wasn't about to let that bastard beat him again.
Jarek easily lifted Sephiroth and flipped him upside down.
As Jarek shook him violently, Sephiroth felt his blood boil. He started having murderous thoughts. Rage. Anger. Maim. Kill.
He reacted.
Sephiroth shifted his weight, pulling his ankles out of Jarek's grip. Sephiroth landed in a roll, standing back up at the end of his roll and turning around to face Jarek. Before the larger youth could react, Sephiroth lashed out with ten rapid punches. Jarek fell to the ground, flat on his back, his nose shattered and his jaw crushed. Jarek started whimpering like a baby and crawled off, tears welling in his eyes.
Sephiroth watched him crawl away, not even noticing the flecks of bone and the warm, oozing blood on his knuckles. He felt strangely calm and relaxed. Letting his rage control him allowed him to find a sense of inner peace, as if killing and hurting others was a part of his existence. It was so easy for him to hurt others......so easy....so horribly easy......
Sephiroth came in five minutes late to class. The teacher was about to scold him, but then noticed the bright red blood and the flecks of bone on his knuckles.
"Sephiroth! What have you been up to?" Mrs. Crickler demanded.
"Giving an asshole as very good lesson," Sephiroth said with a murderous glare her way, "I might be tempted to give you that same lesson if you involve yourself in my personal affairs, Mrs. Crickler,"
The tone of voice and the fact that he meant every word he said made everyone, Alexandria included, shift uncomfortably. What had happened to the weakling youth that everyone picked on?
It was lunch time and Sephiroth was sitting by himself, again, in the corner of the cafeteria. The blood had dried on his knuckles, giving him a murderous aura. He liked the fact that people were scared of him. He liked the smell of fear. He smiled evilly at anyone who even looked at him. Then Alexandria sat down in the chair opposite of him.
"What the Hell is wrong with you, Sephiroth?" She was quite mad. Sephiroth thought she was kind of cute when she got mad.
"I grew up," Sephiroth looked like he was going to explode.
Alexandria was taken aback at the coldness in his voice. She never saw him act like this before.
"Go away. Leave me alone."
"A-alright," she said softly, standing up and heading for her friends who were at another table.
Now Sephiroth was eighteen. He was more reclusive, more violent. Everyone, including Alexandria, were afraid of him. He always wore an expression that could only be described as.....evil. He didn't care who he hurt. He just went into a violent rage whenever someone even touched him. No one dared to call the police or even his parents, in fear of getting hurt or worse. Sephiroth had been doing some heavy workouts; his body wasn't as gaunt, but it was still slender. He was more muscular, more dangerous. He was quicker, more agile. If he had this build when he beat up Jarek, the big bully might not even be alive from Sephiroth's punches.
"Uh-uh-um, here's your test, S-S-Sephiroth," Mrs. Crickler said, handing him the math test. Sephiroth took it without a word. Halfway into class, after an uncomfortable silence had engulfed the classroom, Alexandria stood up, her chair screeching against the floor.
"This has gone far enough, Sephiroth," she started, hands on her hips, "I, for one, am tired of you being such a jerk!"
Sephiroth, still sitting in his chair, replied, "If you want me to leave town, Alex, then fine, I'll leave town. I was planning to anyway,"
Sephiroth got out of his seat and left the classroom, his test only half finished. Alexandria just stood there, mouth gaping open in surprise. She had no idea he would just get up and leave! Tears started welling up in her eyes as the other kids lifted her up onto their shoulders, making her a hero of sorts for finally getting rid of Sephiroth.
Sephiroth was in his room, packing. A large back pack was stuffed all the way to the brim with clothes, food, and other provisions. It was a long hike to Midgar. Sephiroth closed his backpack, strapped it to his back, and started walking down the stairs. Kurt was there, intercepting him at the base of the stairs.
"Where do you think you're going, Sephiroth? And why are you home early?" Kurt asked him.
"I left, what's it look like?" Sephiroth snapped back, "And I'm heading for Midgar. I'm going to join SOLDIER. And there's NOTHING you can do to stop me!" Sephiroth ran at breakneck speed, heading for the Nibel Mountains and beyond.
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