(2,000 words) Well I rewrote this because I originally had four chapters of this story and they were completely horrendous. They couldn't even compare to the rest of the story, and I knew people wouldn't read something they found crap, because I do think people wouldn't believe me when I said the start sucked but the rest wasn't. So for the sake of a story that isn't actually total crap, I have rewritten it to something better, or at least more to the point. Well my writing's in better in it than it was in the original.

Hope you enjoy, I really do, this is my favourite story.

Disclaimer: If I owned FFVII my pretty little Erina might actually exist, so we all know the answer to that question because none of you know who that is.

Wings of Regret

Chapter 1: Erina

Tired chocolate eyes fluttered open, flickering from the green liquid that touched them softy in a stinging embrace. The tube she was trapped in stunk of dirt and nature, most loved this smell as an escape from the disgusting stuffy air of the slums; but to her this smell represented an eery evil, and nothing made her feel more sick. The bruises she'd recieved only hours before, hidden partially behind the straight black hair that ebbed in the tube, now stung against the mako. Even with all the green whenever her eyes dropped to them she could see they were visably redening. She was sore, tired and wanted nothing more but for this to end, escaping to the world of dreams did nothing for her to escape from her torture. This would continue for hours yet, and there was nothing she could do about it.

For the man in the lab, whenever their gazes were focused on her, it was not the fragile body of a twelve year old girl they saw, but a monster who deserved every minute of this pain. She was less than nothing to them; she was a specimen made for this use. She knew in a corner of her mind that was not true, this destiny was not for her, whether or not her mother had given the consent herself. A part of her in all honest wanted to laugh at all those with the negative views of her, because they were too blind to know that such insults better fit them. However ShinRa could think these men were smart was beyond her. She believed strongly that it had to mean that the rest of the company was, as hard as it was to believe, more idiotic than these monsters of so called men.

Her breathing was slow and sharp, the pain was unbareable after all the hours spent in the cramped space. She couldn't move an inch without the pain shooting up her limbs and assaulting the shoulder that had already been damaged by the men that had attacked her just an hour before this began. Before she'd been forced kicking and screaming into the mako tank countless amounts of needles had been aserted into her arms, full of god knows what. Brown marks had already appeared on each place where syringes had gone in, the already sore pain that would have been there anyway had turned into flames that made her have to clench her teeth so not to scream.

The main reason for this was currently standing directly in front of her, grinning that unnerving smug grin of his. He could scare the shit out of someone just by standing next to them; part way because he was so hideous, part way because he emanated insanity. He was an evil presence. She was well aware she was not the only one to think this way about this particular man, he had given himself quite the reputation.

Professor C. Hojo, leader of the ShinRa power corporation's science department, by far the worst of this lot of assholes. His face always showed a look of acomplishment, despite everyone around him knowing that he had never acomplished anything good in his life. He was an ulgly man, both inside and out. Glasses rested on the top of his nose, black hair tied up at the back. It was yet to start graying but at his age he didn't have long to go before it would. Going on appearance alone it was a disturbing thought he had actually had a wife once, but she usually kept in mind that the only reason he did was because she was bat fuck insane and had convinced herself that she loved him. That made it slightly better,but not by much.

She glared daggers at the man standing so close, but too far away for her small arms to strangle him. She had been awake for an hour, before yet again, tired lids screamed for rest and she lost the battle to keep away from the terrifying world of destruction and death that existed in her mind only for her own personal torture.

In her mind she was awoken by the sound of explosions. Snow and ash fell from the sky as the sun disappeared over the horizon. The twilight cast an eerie orange glow on the setting her dream had decided to cast her in this time. She cut herself on glass and broken bones. Her mind was disorientated, she couldn't escape pain, be it a dream or reality. She hated what she dreamt, it was never good, it consisted of nothing but bone chilling nightmares. People died before her, cities fell to the ground. Violently, pointlessly, it made her eyes burn. Eventually she found herself stalking a long haired stranger, not like he was much of a stranger to her. He appeared in each and everyone of her dreams. No matter where she ended up he was always there, like a demonic guide with cold black eyes and his mattered brown locks that swayed in the wind. He was scary, but in a weird way she wanted to trust him, because she had no one else in this world that could offer any help. She constantly wondered if she'd based him from someone she knew, but no such person came to mind. Perhaps, she was so desperate to have someone there, one day, her mind had created him, for some release. She followed him endlessly, passing danger after danger. Her dreams always followed the same course, she would have to die before she awoke, and they always found their end.

She woke with a start, sweat dripping down her face and breathing erratic. Her arms felt unsteady and her vision was blurred as her head was ringing.

"Erina!" The voice of a little girl cut into her darkness. She looked aside to see the worried face of a big green eyed child.

"You okay?" She asked, honest worry was in her voice.

Erina realised now she was on a bed, the experimentation must have ended hours ago, the tiny window at the top of the cell showed her the sight of a full moon.

"I'm okay, it was just a bad dream." She huffed, breathing was hurting her. The pain had drindled down from the hours ealier, but she could still feel the soreness. She ran a hand through short brown strands of the small girl clinging to the side of her bed.

"That's good." She smiled brightly, her eyes lit up with relief.

The girl, Erina smiled back, a rare truthful one for that matter. This girl and her mother were such nice people, she hated ShinRa for what they did to these two. Currently they had been shoved into a small cell, it only had one bed and Erina was occupying it at current. The prision cells in the building were being overfilled with people at the moment, and for the last month these three had been forced into one together. They were to be in all honesty lucky that they were not stuck near the labs. The rest of ShinRa had kept in mind Hojo is a insane bastard, and allowed for certain specimens of his to be kept away from there in case of more dreadful things happening in their already horrid lives.

Erina, was one of said specimens, one that Hojo had large interests in. At the moment she was seen as a side project to him, to help him pass the time when a certain girl and her mother were not avaliable to him. But he did not get to experiment on females all that often, their bodies react differently than men, and how they do is something interesting he was very curious in finding out. She was subdued with a whole bunch of drugs, injected with random chemicals, and put into serious pain and torture just for the sake of his amusement. It was sickening how he viewed her, he wouldn't even call her by name, he couldn't see her as a person no matter what. She was born near ShinRa, but thanks to a certain someone they lost her for years, until a chance encounter bright her back into contact with the insanity that is Hojo. He had already had something done to her before she was born, even if he didn't do what he was currently doing to her she would have been different anyway. To him it was like 'if she's already not normal what's the harm in doing a little more?' She scoffed at the thought of a little, it was far from a little. it had gone on for three years and was running full steam ahead, it would continue for many years yet. The worst thing about it was there was nothing no one could do to stop him, technically her mother had given her consent for her to be experimented on, but this had not been her intention. But there was nothing that could be done when Hojo had proved her connection to the woman he himself had known very well. In a corner of her mind she knew that she would never have wanted her daughter to be in this mess, even if she had denied her existence until she could no longer do such, even though her mind was so destroyed; she would never have wanted this.

"Erina?" The child's voice again torn her away from her dejected thoughts, she gave a melancholy grin to the tiny five year old.

"Aerith stop worrying I'm fine." She took a firm grasp of her hand and holstered her up.

"Worry about yourself precious, a cold floor is no place for some one as young as you to sleep."

The little girl, Aerith moved her hair away from her friends face and snuggled close to her so they could keep as warm as they possible could. Erina wasn't afraid of sleeping anymore, in the small girl's company that world of destruction wouldn't dare return to hurt her.

They fell asleep on the small bed, with the smile of a mother beaming at them from the corner, before she herself slipped into the world of dreams.

Yay done, now I'm going to go have my nightly cup of tea.

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Thanks for reading

Jya ne,

~Serah