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Fic: FFVII-Various
Bit of a Shock
She froze. Completely. Of course, who could blame her. When she had opened the door, she had not expected to find those people in bed. Well, Cid and Vincent she could kind of see. Maybe even Vincent and Cloud. The fact that Cloud and Cid were both in the bed with Vincent, and the surprise addition of Rufus all combined to make her jaw drop.
Then there was a flash of light as Yuffie took a picture from behind her, and Tifa was quick to grab the thief, even as she slammed the door shut, more than one startled yelp being cut off.
“I want copies,” she hissed, already hearing the men on the other side of the door starting to wake up. “Now run.”
Title: Breathless
Author: GW Katrina akaicedark_elf
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 679
Fandom: Final Fantasy 7
Character: Zack
What kind of damage: Physical
Disclaimer: Not mine
Warnings: Character death? Maybe, maybe not. Let you decide.
Written forevil_fans_unite's Wednesday Word.
Breathless
He isn’t sure how he got into this situation, but he was pretty sure having a rope around his neck and his feet not touching the ground was one of those “this is bad” things.
Given the fact that he was in the jungle, currently surrounded by people who he had been locked in a kill or be killed situation for the last, oh, year, he was pretty sure that the rope this wasn’t going to go anywhere good.
Especially as he had lost his weapon and was currently more focused on not suffocating than anything else. And they were poking him. Poking him. Bastards. So was going to kick their asses if he got free.
Had started out an okay fight. Was out on patrol with the others, and gotten ambushed. Not unusually. The Wutanese were masters at using their surroundings to their advantage. What was the point of having the home advantage if not to use it?
Though Zack would have been perfectly happy if they hadn’t. Then this war would be over and so many people wouldn’t be needlessly dying.
He would prefer not to die, as well. It didn’t fit in with his plans, and he had planned those plans with the idea of following through on them. How was he supposed to follow the plan if he was dead?
Though it seemed like the other side had a few plans in place of their own. A quick ambush, him doing his best to not fall into the pit trap, cause the holey look was right out this year, not to mention dodging the bullets and the people trying to stab him with pointy things. He didn’t want to be stabbed with pointy things or shot. If he wanted full of holes, trap right there, people. Would do the job nicely.
Then it seemed they didn’t want to poke him to death, and a noose had been dropped around his neck and tightened before even his enhanced reflexes could react. Would have to talk to the lab guys about that one. After he did the whole not dying thing cause, again, major crimp in his plans.
He had managed to get his fingers under the rope before it had tightened all the way, though he couldn’t keep it from tightening so much that his vision was spotty. And they were still trying to poke him, though now it was more spiteful. Brats. Hell, he acted more mature than them, and he was sixteen. Hello, not poking them.
Oh, right, lack of weapon thing. Pricks.
He did manage to kick two of them in the head, hard enough that they dropped, though he couldn’t tell if they were dead or not. Then whoever had control of the rope got him a few more feet off the ground, dragging a choking sound from him and hoots from the ones below, though the burn of more slashes and cuts from the more aggressive jabbing was felt by him. That just encouraged him to make obscene gestures at them one handed. Given the response, the Wutai people who had joined Shinra had been teaching him damn good stuff. It pissed off the locals, that was all he knew, and that was good enough for him.
He really didn’t want to die, though the fact things were going black at the edges of his vision and closing in fast. Damnit, this wasn’t supposed to be happening. He was supposed to impress the higher ups, get a good pay raise, find someone to settle down with and have lots of little hims to terrorize the world with. Always wanted a him army, sounded like something to terrorize Seph and Angeal with.
Everything going fuzzy around him, he thought he heard yells, but he wasn’t sure. Even the sudden presence of ground under him as he dropped didn’t get much of a reaction other than to fold bonelessly, even as everything faded out around him, lacking the strength to even pull the noose away from where it was pressed tight.
Only darkness.
Confused
He growled at them when they came to close. The experiment was going well, but having to dart the elder man whenever they wanted to get near the younger was getting a bit tiring. But they did it anyway. The reaction they got when they drew too close demanded they sedate him. He had already killed one scientists, and crippled three more, even with sedatives.
Most of them knew who he was. He had been on the news more than once. Both as the focus and in the background. None of them asked why the second in command to Sephiroth was here. No one dared.
The one with him wasn’t anyone important, a face none of them recognized. But he was the main source of the testing. Mako and Jenova, things pressed into his skull and muscles and bones. And whatever project Hojo had been using the dark haired man for made it all that much harder to separate the pair of them.
There was talk about removing them from the cell they were in and keeping them fully in the Mako tubes. It would speed up what they had planned for the blond, and maybe keep the black haired man from damaging any more of them.
When the orders came in to put them in the tank, more than one of them sighed, even as they readied themselves to deal with the pair.
///
Ever since that day Hojo had ordered the others out of the lab and focused his attentions, heshe hadn’t known what was going on anymore. Was male, but female, and very confused to have two sets of thoughts running through hisher mind. Body was male, definitely male, but thoughts were of both. Heshe could feel the clashing they had over things, though one thing drew them together. Protect Cloudcubmate. When the scientists tried to take him away, they defended him with parts they hadn’t had before, fang and claw and every bit of strength they had. Hojo seemed pleased, but they couldn’t stop. Not when they were hurting Cloudcubmate.
Then they had stuck them in tubes, and they had clawed at the inside, putting long thin lines in the glass, snarling at them as best they could, because they -heard- them. Heard them say they weren’t going to take them back out. And they barely heard them. It was muffled, but he saw Cloud had heard them as well. Blue eyes, now glowing with the Mako, had widened, and Cloud had also snarled, they could see that as well.
Something had told them to stop, and they had. Now they waited, the lab as quiet as it ever got, and they clawed at the glass again when the place had gone quiet. Then they paused again as something not lab-like moved out of the corner of their vision.
Red was the color of blood and chemicals. Not the color of things that moved. And this red moved. Flowed like cloth.
And cloth it was.
Wrapped in red, the man silently killed the few scientists who stayed in the lab, and they watched him move closer, realizing that he was like them, something that wasn’t just alone in his head. Making a soft sound, they scratched lightly at the glass, adding faint lines to the set of deeper ones. The mandemon nodded at them, and he moved to a set of controls. They didn’t know what he was doing until suddenly the Mako was draining and they were free.
They stayed where they were, watching the others as he moved forward. For a moment, neither of them spoke.
“Who are you, child? You woke me up, and I would like to know who to thank.”
He asked them, and they couldn’t answer. They didn’t know. With a faint whine, they shook their head. They couldn’t even tell him if they were human or demon or something in between, just that they were. Hells, they couldn’t even tell if they were really male or female at the moment.
“I’m Vincent. Come one, we’ll get you two....” A pause. “Three. The three of you out of here. Maybe we’ll be able to figure things out for you later.”
Nodding silently, they helped him collect Cloudcubmate, who was still unconscious from what the scientists had done to him earlier, and followed him. Vincentdemon smelled like them, and they wanted to know what they were. If they were demon or human or something else.
But, for now, free was good, and they would ask later. After they washed the smell of the labs off their skin and could smell clean dirt and air. That would be good.
The End
Basic idea is that Zack has a female demon living in his head, and she's got them both confused as hell. It's a fun idea, and I may have to play with it more.
Bit of a Shock
She froze. Completely. Of course, who could blame her. When she had opened the door, she had not expected to find those people in bed. Well, Cid and Vincent she could kind of see. Maybe even Vincent and Cloud. The fact that Cloud and Cid were both in the bed with Vincent, and the surprise addition of Rufus all combined to make her jaw drop.
Then there was a flash of light as Yuffie took a picture from behind her, and Tifa was quick to grab the thief, even as she slammed the door shut, more than one startled yelp being cut off.
“I want copies,” she hissed, already hearing the men on the other side of the door starting to wake up. “Now run.”
Title: Breathless
Author: GW Katrina aka
icedark_elfRating: PG-13
Wordcount: 679
Fandom: Final Fantasy 7
Character: Zack
What kind of damage: Physical
Disclaimer: Not mine
Warnings: Character death? Maybe, maybe not. Let you decide.
Written for
evil_fans_unite's Wednesday Word.Breathless
He isn’t sure how he got into this situation, but he was pretty sure having a rope around his neck and his feet not touching the ground was one of those “this is bad” things.
Given the fact that he was in the jungle, currently surrounded by people who he had been locked in a kill or be killed situation for the last, oh, year, he was pretty sure that the rope this wasn’t going to go anywhere good.
Especially as he had lost his weapon and was currently more focused on not suffocating than anything else. And they were poking him. Poking him. Bastards. So was going to kick their asses if he got free.
Had started out an okay fight. Was out on patrol with the others, and gotten ambushed. Not unusually. The Wutanese were masters at using their surroundings to their advantage. What was the point of having the home advantage if not to use it?
Though Zack would have been perfectly happy if they hadn’t. Then this war would be over and so many people wouldn’t be needlessly dying.
He would prefer not to die, as well. It didn’t fit in with his plans, and he had planned those plans with the idea of following through on them. How was he supposed to follow the plan if he was dead?
Though it seemed like the other side had a few plans in place of their own. A quick ambush, him doing his best to not fall into the pit trap, cause the holey look was right out this year, not to mention dodging the bullets and the people trying to stab him with pointy things. He didn’t want to be stabbed with pointy things or shot. If he wanted full of holes, trap right there, people. Would do the job nicely.
Then it seemed they didn’t want to poke him to death, and a noose had been dropped around his neck and tightened before even his enhanced reflexes could react. Would have to talk to the lab guys about that one. After he did the whole not dying thing cause, again, major crimp in his plans.
He had managed to get his fingers under the rope before it had tightened all the way, though he couldn’t keep it from tightening so much that his vision was spotty. And they were still trying to poke him, though now it was more spiteful. Brats. Hell, he acted more mature than them, and he was sixteen. Hello, not poking them.
Oh, right, lack of weapon thing. Pricks.
He did manage to kick two of them in the head, hard enough that they dropped, though he couldn’t tell if they were dead or not. Then whoever had control of the rope got him a few more feet off the ground, dragging a choking sound from him and hoots from the ones below, though the burn of more slashes and cuts from the more aggressive jabbing was felt by him. That just encouraged him to make obscene gestures at them one handed. Given the response, the Wutai people who had joined Shinra had been teaching him damn good stuff. It pissed off the locals, that was all he knew, and that was good enough for him.
He really didn’t want to die, though the fact things were going black at the edges of his vision and closing in fast. Damnit, this wasn’t supposed to be happening. He was supposed to impress the higher ups, get a good pay raise, find someone to settle down with and have lots of little hims to terrorize the world with. Always wanted a him army, sounded like something to terrorize Seph and Angeal with.
Everything going fuzzy around him, he thought he heard yells, but he wasn’t sure. Even the sudden presence of ground under him as he dropped didn’t get much of a reaction other than to fold bonelessly, even as everything faded out around him, lacking the strength to even pull the noose away from where it was pressed tight.
Only darkness.
Confused
He growled at them when they came to close. The experiment was going well, but having to dart the elder man whenever they wanted to get near the younger was getting a bit tiring. But they did it anyway. The reaction they got when they drew too close demanded they sedate him. He had already killed one scientists, and crippled three more, even with sedatives.
Most of them knew who he was. He had been on the news more than once. Both as the focus and in the background. None of them asked why the second in command to Sephiroth was here. No one dared.
The one with him wasn’t anyone important, a face none of them recognized. But he was the main source of the testing. Mako and Jenova, things pressed into his skull and muscles and bones. And whatever project Hojo had been using the dark haired man for made it all that much harder to separate the pair of them.
There was talk about removing them from the cell they were in and keeping them fully in the Mako tubes. It would speed up what they had planned for the blond, and maybe keep the black haired man from damaging any more of them.
When the orders came in to put them in the tank, more than one of them sighed, even as they readied themselves to deal with the pair.
///
Ever since that day Hojo had ordered the others out of the lab and focused his attentions, heshe hadn’t known what was going on anymore. Was male, but female, and very confused to have two sets of thoughts running through hisher mind. Body was male, definitely male, but thoughts were of both. Heshe could feel the clashing they had over things, though one thing drew them together. Protect Cloudcubmate. When the scientists tried to take him away, they defended him with parts they hadn’t had before, fang and claw and every bit of strength they had. Hojo seemed pleased, but they couldn’t stop. Not when they were hurting Cloudcubmate.
Then they had stuck them in tubes, and they had clawed at the inside, putting long thin lines in the glass, snarling at them as best they could, because they -heard- them. Heard them say they weren’t going to take them back out. And they barely heard them. It was muffled, but he saw Cloud had heard them as well. Blue eyes, now glowing with the Mako, had widened, and Cloud had also snarled, they could see that as well.
Something had told them to stop, and they had. Now they waited, the lab as quiet as it ever got, and they clawed at the glass again when the place had gone quiet. Then they paused again as something not lab-like moved out of the corner of their vision.
Red was the color of blood and chemicals. Not the color of things that moved. And this red moved. Flowed like cloth.
And cloth it was.
Wrapped in red, the man silently killed the few scientists who stayed in the lab, and they watched him move closer, realizing that he was like them, something that wasn’t just alone in his head. Making a soft sound, they scratched lightly at the glass, adding faint lines to the set of deeper ones. The mandemon nodded at them, and he moved to a set of controls. They didn’t know what he was doing until suddenly the Mako was draining and they were free.
They stayed where they were, watching the others as he moved forward. For a moment, neither of them spoke.
“Who are you, child? You woke me up, and I would like to know who to thank.”
He asked them, and they couldn’t answer. They didn’t know. With a faint whine, they shook their head. They couldn’t even tell him if they were human or demon or something in between, just that they were. Hells, they couldn’t even tell if they were really male or female at the moment.
“I’m Vincent. Come one, we’ll get you two....” A pause. “Three. The three of you out of here. Maybe we’ll be able to figure things out for you later.”
Nodding silently, they helped him collect Cloudcubmate, who was still unconscious from what the scientists had done to him earlier, and followed him. Vincentdemon smelled like them, and they wanted to know what they were. If they were demon or human or something else.
But, for now, free was good, and they would ask later. After they washed the smell of the labs off their skin and could smell clean dirt and air. That would be good.
The End
Basic idea is that Zack has a female demon living in his head, and she's got them both confused as hell. It's a fun idea, and I may have to play with it more.
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