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Mym
Sitting in the orchard just looking at the blade Mym tried to block the memories
from coming. She hated memories like these, the painful ones that threatened to break her
stoic facade and make her emotions show. She looked up at the ShinRa mansion then
back to the sword, the trees in the background a nice peaceful comfort. They sat in
silence, never letting on what they heard and saw but that was the comfort in it all.
“That night....” She whispered as the memories of the stormy night in the Nibel
reactor when Hojo made her existance even more of a torture.
“That night was similar to this evening. The storm even seems familiar,”She
whispered a tinge of pain hidden in her voice.
*********************************Flashback****************************
She sat in the windowless room that was her cell and kept pondering a way to
escape. When none came to mind she sighed and lay back on the ‘bed.’ It consisted of a
few crates pushed together with a blanket and a pillow.
“Not exactly the most comfortable thing but ah well,”she thought to herself,”It’s
one of the few things I can call my own.”
As she lay there she listened to the rain pound on the metal roof of the reactor and
the thunder rumble outside. The storm outside seemed to make it easier to concentrate
but not enough for her to formulate an escape plan. In the middle of her thoughts though
she heard the metal door of the reactor scrape shut and the familiar footsteps of Hojo’s
shoes on the iron grating.
Inwardly she sighed as she sat up and prepared herself mentally for the next
barrage of tests that she knew would fly her way. As she heard the lock click and saw the
door open she noted that for once Hojo looked overly happy.
“He must have some new sick plan for me,”she thought to herself,”That would
explain the smile.”
“Well, well, well,”he said as he stepped in, his normal hunched over walking
position familiar to Mym as she rolled her eyes.
“Skip the formalities and get it over with so I can get away from you sooner,”she
said quietly, her voice full of loathing and hate for the scraggly scientist.
“You wound me with your hatred,”he said sarcastically as his smirk grew even
wider.
“But I’m afraid even you cannot upset the night I’ve had so far,”he
continued,”You see, the one obstacle that might have stopped my glorious Jenova Project
has been removed.”
“What are you talking about?” She asked him without conveying the slight worry
that she had at this point.
“Simple,”he said,”Lucrecia might have backed out of the Project if I hadn’t gotten
rid of Mr. Valentine tonight. Now he can’t fill her head with nonsensical things anymore
and she will be completely devoted to the Project and me.”
“WHAT!?”She screamed as she quickly got to her feet, ready to lunge at him and
tear him limb from limb.
“Oh, don’t worry. He should live, well if the severe sedatives I gave him don’t kill
him in the state he’s in now,”Hojo said as he leered at her, as if taunting her to make a
move against him.
“What did you do to him?” Her voice was full of unbridled hate and anger at this
point and somehow she managed to, with restraint question him without shouting or
screaming.
“He confronted me, I shot him, and then, well he would have died if I wouldn’t
have altered him,”Hojo explained.
“I also gave him his own versions of the transformations I gave you,”Hojo finished
as he pushed his glasses up his nose,”They should help keep him alive throughout his
sleep.”
“Damn you Hojo,”she half said, half growled at him.
“You weren’t just satisfied with experimenting on me but you use your own wife
and child, and now Vincent. You’re a monster,”she stated.
“Well now,”he said as he grabbed a clipboard from the wall,”That’s enough of
that. How about we start on the next series of tests I have planned.”
As he stepped towards her the memory faded to black and Mym looked at the
night sky as the rain slowly began to fall.
“30 years in that hell,”she muttered softly,”Am I even still anything like the person
I used to be?”
As if to exhibit the pain she felt at the memories and at the questioning of herself
the rain fell harder. Resheathing her sword she moved to go under a little awning beside
the orchard and she sat there, simply watching the storm.
“Am I a monster?” She quietly asked herself,”Or was I already one to begin with
just now I can look like what I really am. . .”
Her voice trailed off as she looked up at the lightning flashing in the sky above the
ShinRa mansion. It was then that she noticed Vincent gone from the roof. After giving a
quick look over the exterior of the building from where she sat she noticed that there was
a light on in the basement.
“He’s down there,”she thought to herself,”He’s finding out what happened to
him.”
Sighing, she stood and shook her head.
“I should go talk to him,”she said quietly then paused for a moment,”But I’ll give
him a little more time to himself. That must be horribly hard for someone to just suddenly
find out like that.
The more she thought about it though she rationalized that it wouldn’t be best to
speak to him tonight. She found that she couldn’t face him now, especially after all that
had happened to them both.
“Later,”she mentally swore to herself,”Later I’ll go talk to him and try and help
him deal. I just. . . I can’t take talking to him now.”
As the night droned on the rain feel more steadily and she just remained sitting
there under the awning. Her thoughts drifted from memories of Hojo and her time in the
lab to memories of herself and the other Turks at the bars when they’d go after missions
sometimes.