OK, here it is, Take a deep breath, to my favourite girls, I promise I won't pull this again, so after this, if it sucks…..it stays sucky.
WARNING, WARNING, WARNING, WARNING, WARNING
ADULTS ONLY VIEWING!
This fic is very AU and will contain very graphic violence, graphic smut, torture, offensive language, forced sex, blood, sadism, character death, Yaoi, Yuri, Het and the list just goes on. To those that see the boys as just innocent, misguided young men, you will find them VERY OOC to you. My boys are very nasty to those that don't matter to them, which is just about every one.
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If your into romantic, lovey dovey fics then this isn't for you, it is hard core and violent so don't whine if it offends your delicate nature, you have been warned.
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I know not many of you like OC's but I have them in here so the boys can do terrible things to them, I couldn't really have them do that to Tifa, Yuffie and Aerith now could I? (As much as I'd, love them to do horrible things to Aerith.)
So try to bear through the *Getting to know the OC's* as I assure you they are NOT Mary Sue. And if you hate my OC's then you can cheer the boys on as they torture the poor things.
Just rest assured that there will be heaps of violence and lovely, spiteful, nasty Rems.
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Rufus sat motionless except for the subtle light drumming of his fingers against the armrest of his wheel chair, absently lost in his thoughts of past deeds and accomplishments. Failures to flashed quickly into his mind but he tossed them out just as swiftly, no one liked to think too much on their failures, Rufus Shinra least of all.
So much had happened as he reflected back on all the events that had led him here, to this point in time. Foremost in his thoughts was the fortunate death of his bastard father, that simple, wonderful act had catapulted Rufus to president overnight and into the most sought after position that the young blond ever wanted.
Shinra held the absolute in power as organisations go on the planet at that time. But now it had fallen to a small fraction of what it was. The Decaying buildings a constant reminder of the grandeur of what once was, but now lost.
His health was failing and the outcome was not acceptable, not to Rufus. He sighed, looking out the window of his lodge. The strong breeze caused the leaves to twirl and dance around on the ground, rustling playfully together, colliding then separating again and again. The difference between them almost laughable, here he was stuck inside a stuffy room and sitting motionless in a wheelchair, away from the simple pleasures this planet still provided.
He felt somewhat responsible for what was happening to her, the planet, and decided he should take it upon himself to rectify the situation.
He had his suspicions that the malevolent Jenova being had something to do with the sickness taking over, that's what his scientist told him, but all trace of the creature had been erased. The only chance that was present to him was the last known location of the piece Sephiroth took with him to the Northern crater. If he could get his hands on even a fraction of the organism that was once the calamity, he suspected he could save himself and the planet. Not to mention the leap forward to his company and the plans to reign supreme again. It had been two days since he had sent his Turks out, now he could only wait.
He looked at the dark marks that were slowly spreading over his hands and clenched his fists in denial, there was nothing he could do to prevent it and at the moment, no known cure. This was Rufus' last chance and he wouldn't give in, he would fight this to the end.
When the young President thought about those that he had hurt or betrayed in the past, he almost felt a tinge of regret. But the past was lost to him, he couldn't bring it back. He could only try to make things right again somehow, for the people, for the planet, but ultimately for himself.
And the only way for him to do this was to stay alive, that was his main concern, the planets welfare came in a close second. He was slowly getting back on track, his closest Turks had been with him all along, others were returning and things looked promising. He had options up his sleeve to propel his company back to high status but she wasn't playing into his hands like he had anticipated.
"Huh, women." he softly said.
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The Northern crater had a distinct haunting, unsavoury feeling for Elena, a sense of foreboding of past anguish and destruction. The winds that swept through the tunnels seemed to scream in pain at what happened here. The great Sephiroth had perished in this place, so it was believed but Elena felt a foreboding presence that continually alarmed her senses.
The anxious Turk almost expected to see the infamous General standing threateningly before her at every turn, or slip up behind her every time she turned her back. Elena could feel something wicked and wanted out of this place as quickly as possible.
She was startled when Tseng finally spoke up. "Over here Elena!"
"What have you found?" as she stumbled her way over to the doorway from where Tseng called.
Elena gazed in at the mangled mass in the room, it was a mess…..what could they hope to find here.
Cautiously, the woman made her way around the debris until she noticed something of interest.
"Tseng! Look at this."
He joined her to scrutinize the soft, murky green glow emanating from within a scarred, battered cylinder. He knew what it was instantly looking into the murky substance that moderately concealed the magnitude of the contents.
"This is it; this is what we've come for, Pay dirt." He gingerly took hold of the container.
"Not a pretty sight is it?" voiced Elena as she studied the object.
Tseng had to agree with her observation, "Call Reno, tell him to get here a.s.a.p." he absently said as he examined the cylinder.
Elena, delighted at the notion of leaving, enthusiastically nodded her head and pulled out her com.
"Reno, you there?" "Get your butt down here now; get us out of this place."
She couldn't hide her uneasiness at being there any more; to say she felt exposed to an unknown horror was an understatement. It seemed to surround her, oozing malice onto the back of her neck in a warm unending breath.
She caught a fleeting glimpse of movement out of the corner of her eye and visibly jumped, but when she turned towards it, what ever it was…. was gone.
"RENO! You copy!" she called the redhead again; "hurry!" 'Trust that dimwit to take his sweet time.' she thought
The blond watched her superior conceal the cylinder carefully in his pack.
There it was again, movement, something was down here with them and Elena didn't want to stick around and find out what it was.
"Tseng!" she nervously whispered
"I saw it." he replied.
"There's something down here!"
"I know!" he said.
"It's not little either!" she nervously yelled.
It was all proving too much for the petite girl; Elena was quickly loosing her nerve and went for the holstered gun, aiming at anything that wasn't a rock wall. The overwhelming fear that this was somehow Sephiroth in all his maniacal murderous retribution was consuming her thoughts.
Then suddenly and without warning, her worst fear manifested himself right in front of her and she froze, her limbs felt like lead and though her brain was screaming at her to pull the trigger, her finger didn't budge.
It was him; the insane slaughterer of Nibelheim, tipping his head to the side, a small smirk touched the corners of his lips. Time stopped, Elena's shocked mind found it odd that he would smile at her so. Menacingly he aimed a gun blade at her, in a numb, disbelieving state; she mutely watched the glinting gun in his hand pointing towards her.
Elena jumped when she heard the shot fired and time started to move again, she felt an incredible pain in her shoulder but it didn't register, not for several seconds anyway before it finally dawned on the blond that he'd shot her.
"Elena!" cried Tseng.
He rushed towards her firing repeatedly at the figure in black; eerily the wraith like image vanished again. Grabbing hold of the shocked young woman who was still on her feet, he dragged her dazed and injured form out behind him towards the chopper that he could just hear making it's decent.
There seemed to be movement everywhere, shadowy figures hounding them, appearing and then disappearing in a blur of unnatural motion that defied normal human abilities.
"It's him, it's him Tseng…..its Seph…" he voice trailed off as her fearful eyes darted around.
The dark haired Turk gave the girl a once over, blood trickling down her arm was a concern but so was her distressed state. Quickly analysing her condition, he gave her a hard shake, "Elena, get a grip."
The action jolted her back to him, but her wide eyes quickly diverted.
"Tseng! Behind you!" she suddenly blurted out.
"Holy Minerva there's more then one." rang out her terrified voice.
"Shoot dam it Elena, shoot!" he yelled.
Both Tseng and Elena open fired at the Silver headed men, shooting randomly at anything that moved. Then suddenly the tables turned and their foes rallied, returning a volley of fire and forcing the two to dive for cover.
"This package has to make it to the chopper Elena, no exceptions." yelled Tseng above the noise of bullets whizzing over their heads. "Open fire on three, ready, one….two….three…." They quickly stood and laid down a burst of bullets at their foe before racing towards the centre of the crater, watching as the chopper touched down in a flurry of wind and ice.
They never made it; Elena witnessed Tseng stumble then collapse not twenty feet from safety, hurling the pack into the open door of the chopper. Elena stopped, not quite sure of her next action.
"Go Reno! Get out of here!" screamed the woman as she went to her fallen partner. The wound in her arm was hammering her nerves and she collapsed down beside Tseng.
Watching with a sense of relief mixed with dread as the chopper took off without them and headed into the sky with its cargo safe.
She turned to look back and gasped at the sight in front of her, there were three of them standing there now. She raised her gun and fired at them but the ghostly aspects shimmered in and out of existence, never taking a single bullet, then Elena heard the sound of the empty chamber clicking over and knew her luck had run out.
In a least ditch effort to cause them damage, the blond Turk hurled the useless weapon at the trio, watching in hopelessness as the smallest silver-headed mirage easily caught it, his menacing face glaring at her pitiful endeavour to stop them.
The woman anxiously grabbed hold of Tseng and gathered him up in her arms, searching for some kind of comfort and reassurance. By the look on their faces they were far from happy, she tried not to show the fear she now felt, her heart was beating so violently in her chest the effect was pounding in her ears.
The similarity was staggering, they all looked like the General to some degree but she could finally see they weren't the one she feared. Similar coloured hair, similar features, similar cold look but not him. That however, didn't lessen the fear she was feeling as they approached.
The three men hovered above the downed pair and with a nod of the smaller ones head, the other two attacked with brutal force that sent Elena reeling from the blow. Stars danced before her eyes, the earth seemed to roll, her mouth hurt tremendously from the hit she just took, and Elena wondered at the virtues of a man that would punch a woman that hard in the face. Hate was the closest thing that she could guess that would cause him to do it.
She lifted her head out of the dirt when she heard Tseng cry out and watched as the big burly assailant dragged him away to an unknown fate. She was suddenly hauled up by the hair and for a brief second, looked into the cold feline eyes of her long haired captor before he flung her roughly to the feet of the smaller one.
The almost childlike youth crouched down, taking hold of her chin and roughly raised her head to look up at him; he calmly gazed over her features for a while before asking.
"Where are they taking her?"
"Where is who taking who?" she said through trembling, bleeding lips.
Agitation flashed across his angelic face briefly before he regained his composure.
"Your friends on the chopper, where are they taking her?" he asked.
Elena trembled in fright, "I have no idea what your talking about." she replied.
"Oh really." He smiled down at her, chilling Elena with its intensity, there was no warmth to behold in his malevolent grin.
"I some how doubt that, but, as I never tire of seeing fear in a woman's eyes, I'll give you one… last… chance."
He swiftly grabbed a hold on her and sunk his thumb into the bullet hole in her bicep. Elena screamed out in pain, his abuse almost causing the woman to black out. Her cry wavered out to a whimper, then to a pitiful moan.
She looked up at the young man with tears streaming down her cheeks, watching him as he watched her with amusement plainly written on his face. 'Fucking sadistic little prick was enjoying this,' and that was not a pleasant thought for the frightened Turk.
"Now again, where are they taking her?" he casually asked.
"Go fuck yourself!" she blurted out.
He sighed forlornly and looked up to the taller one.
"Yaz, take her inside and see if you can get this little bird to sing for us brother."
Without saying a word the long haired menace seized Elena by the hair and dragged her whimpering and struggling towards the tunnel.
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The youngest Remnant looked up into the clouds following the path of the receding helicopter, 'if only I had wings!' he mused. They had been so close this time, but this was just a small obstacle, he had a few cards up his sleeve.
The woman screamed as Yaz dragged her back into the caves and Kadaj slowly followed, smiling at his brother's treatment. Everything she did earned her some sort of punishment at his hands and the youngest was glad that Yazoo was on his side, he could be the most spiteful prick Kadaj ever had the misfortune of experiencing.
The young leader sighed, they really needed to let off some steam, Loz was desperate for a new pet and Yazoo just needed to kill something or someone. Jenova could wait a few more days, he needed to vent.
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Elena curled up in foetal position against the wall of the dungeon like room they had locked her in. She had suffered greatly at the hands of the tall one, the fact that she was a woman seemed to elude him completely. He spared her nothing, and she was positive he was in a state of rapture at her agonizing screams.
Her body was racked with pain and Elena tried to find a place in her mind to escape it. 'Dumb apples, chocolate ice-cream, snuggling up at night in front of the fire with my cat,' anything to be away from this Goddess forsaken place and the cruel men that had her. If Elena didn't have something to remind her how much she loved the things in her life, then she could easily give in to their sadistic tortures, betraying all that she held dear.
Love….yes even lost love was better then this place. The blond Turk thought back to the object of her affections, a pretty little brunette that was trouble from the start.
Elena had met Tegan before the fall of Shinra, before everyone's world turned upside down. The petite blond was fairly new to the company so it came as a shock to find out that this dark haired woman was the vice presidents girlfriend. But she quickly learnt that Tegan had her own agenda's, the young woman was not what she portrayed. Elena should have seen it but, new love is such a blind love, that woman and Rufus deserved one another.
Tegan was something new, she was fresh, attractive and so much fun to be around, if she wanted you around.
But Elena found out in the end what she was really like, she might have been pretty on the outside but she wasn't so nice on the inside…..'no that was not completely true,' she thought, Elena only recently realised that the brunette only really gave people one chance at friendship, once you did her wrong that was the end of it, you were out of her life.
Tseng screamed in pain from somewhere close drawing the blond Turk back to this reality of rock walls and sadistic silver headed men. Those bastards were relentless with their pain, her tattered clothing offering little protection against the cold, Elena's whole body trembled.
Again her partner screamed, what the hell were they doing to make Tseng scream in the first place? he wasn't a weak man and the visions of what evil things they were doing picked away at her nerves like crows at a dying animal, knowing their meal wasn't dead yet, but uncaring and eating anyway.
Elena could just make out the younger boys voice, asking Tseng the same questions that he'd asked her, she had been so close to telling him what she knew. It was there on the tip of her tongue and then abruptly it ended, they withdrew and started their sadistic tortures on her partner.
'Go some place else, go some place else,' she told her mind and covered her ears, blocking out the dreadful cries from Tseng and the young mans smooth words.
'Where did I go wrong?' she wondered. 'I should have never gotten into that care in the first place…..is this why Rufus sent her on this mission?' He knew what could happen here; did he still hold it against her? The young president knew what had transpired between herself and Tegan, did he hold a hidden grudge, and did he want the blond Turk to pay for her involvement with his fiancé?
Elena hugged her knees to her chest and sobbed, "I should never have gotten in that damn car," she whispered to herself as she thought back.
The party was drawing to a close, her sole attention all night had been riveted on the brunette now at her side as they subtly left the people behind.
"Where are we going?" queried Elena, she was happy to be out of the crowds and interested in there destination.
Tegan looked to her and smiled, steering her towards the little silver sports car.
"Back to my place cutie pie, wanna come?"
Elena's heart beat just a little bit faster at those words, tempting visions of feminine legs entwined whirled around in her mind, silky black stockings with a hint of bare flesh, fingers softly gliding over lace and skin.
"Yes I really do," she quickly said. "But, what about Rufus, won't he be looking for you?" said Elena.
Tegan gave an amused chuckle.
"No, he won't, this whole party is so he could get his hands on Jarred Norris."
Elena thought about the name, then it dissolved into a face, "oh young blond guy right?"
Tegan nodded. "Young, rich, naïve, gullible blond guy." she smiled.
As the girls climbed in Elena slipped into the leather seat, the car was first class and oozed luxury, 'I could really get used to this,' thought the blond Turk.
She turned curious eyes on Tegan.
"Doesn't it ever bother you…. you know…what he does?"
A quick look of unease crossed over the brunette's face as she turned the key to start the car but it vanished just as abruptly.
"I try to stay out of it as much as possible Elena, there are some things that he does that make my skin crawl but, he is who he is and vice president to Shinra."
"So I take it this is an arrangement between the two of you?" said Elena.
"This is an arrangement between our fathers; Rufus and I are just playing our part in the greater scheme of things." Elena felt sorry for the brunette; to be in a situation out of the wanting of others must be a bitter pill to swallow.
"Do you love him?" It was a bold question but Elena wanted to know the feelings the beautiful girl had towards the Vice President.
The woman sighed, her far away look locating the feelings she had for the ambitious young man. "I love the idea of Rufus Shinra," she finally said. "I love the prestige that it brings me and the status that goes with being the fiancée of Rufus Shinra, but this is between you and me my sweet."
Elena nodded, smiling to herself. She felt privileged that Tegan had shared this little secret with her, and although she worked for Rufus she wouldn't betray the trust of his future wife, no…. she had a bond with Tegan that Rufus would never have.
In the months that followed the two girls saw one another often, Tegan only had to visit Rufus at work to meet up with her new lover and his liaisons meant that they got to spend a lot of time together.
But then the events of Meteofall happened, Elena was torn between leaving with Rufus, or stay with Tegan, in the end she left.
The blond Turk gave a cynical little laugh remembering something she once told her now lost love.
"Does it ever get scary?" asked Tegan.
"Sometimes," smiled the petite blond.
"What do you do when your scarred?"
"Shoot first and ask questions later." said Elena.
Shoot first and ask questions later, if only she had done that earlier, then maybe they would have made it onto the chopper and be far away from this place and these brutal bastards that had them now.
She snapped back when Tseng screamed yet again, the young boy's threats were getting heated, Tseng obviously wasn't talking either.
"What the hell am I doing here?" she mumbled.
Elena was starting to think this was the biggest mistake of her life coming to this place in search of the Jenova. Would Rufus send someone to save them, she doubted it.
Tseng's screams died down to unnerving silence, Elena began to grow nervous for the man. "Please, let him be alright." she whispered to no one.
Her stomach plummeted when the door to her cell opened; they were coming for her again. She shuffled back as far as she could against the wall shaking violently as thoughts of their last visit played in her mind. She tried to be brave but these ruthless pricks made her feel so defenceless. They didn't mind in the least at taking turns to hurt her and the bastards made a game out of who could make her scream the loudest.
As the three stood over her she couldn't contain the tears from flowing as she fearfully shook her head sobbing.
"No… please…. no more." she begged.
The small one knelt down in front of her; he lifted his hand to her bruised face and traced her jaw line softly with his fingertips before moving them to her lips. The sadistic little bastard looked so innocent to her.
"Please, I don't want to see Yazoo hurt you again, but he can get a little nasty sometimes."
'Yeah no shit,' thought Elena as she looked nervously at the long haired man.
The boy's words were so enticing but she realised he was a demon in the form of a tempting angel.
"All you have to do is just tell me one thing… that's all I want to know, just one little thing, and I will let you and your friend go."
His soft touch and tone belied his previous brutal actions and it caught Elena off guard, she wanted so much for someone to hold her and tell her everything would be all right, she could almost believe he meant the intimate action.
"Get your filthy hands off me.," she whimpered turning her head away from him.
She feared the effect those words would have but he and his false promises were not luring her in.
"Then you leave me no choice." he casually replied.
"Loz, help the lady out of her rags please." Elena's head snapped up at those words and she watched in dismay as the big man approached her with a wicked smile on his face.
She tried to gather her legs up and attempted to propel herself away from the advancing foe but only managed to throw herself into the path of the other brother. Roughly was she seized by the longhaired one, forcing her down while the other reached for the remains of her clothes.
They showed no mercy….. Regret…. Compassion or sympathy as they took her and that scared Elena to the core, this could be her last moment to live, and that moment would be worse then a nightmare.
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Kadaj having no appeal for the girl at all leaned against the rock wall, quietly waiting while Loz had his turn. His pretty middle sibling had first claim to the female and having no further interest in her besides weather or not he would be allowed to do her more damage, dressed himself and stood besides the youngest.
The young leader heard the sigh of frustration from the middle child. "What's on your mind Yazoo?" he softly queried.
The pretty remnant folded his arms but his usual unemotional mask stayed firmly in place.
"What is this achieving Daj? She isn't going to talk." he queried the youngest. There was nothing demanding or challenging in Yazoo's question, just a fact like statement. Kadaj knew at times his actions left his siblings wondering, but sometimes subtleness was lost on Yazoo.
The youngest silver smiled as Loz's grunts got louder; he was close to being done. "Yaz, do you think she's enjoying herself?" he offhandedly asked.
Yazoo sighed again and looked at the girl laying beneath Loz. Her bruised body was visibly shaking, petite hands were protectively covering her face, blocking out the sight laying on top of her. The girl was crying but that was normal, and her periodic, wracked sobs were causing her shoulders to jolt.
Yazoo shook his head and shrugged his leather-clad shoulders, "I don't know," he said at last. It wasn't that he didn't know, it was that he really didn't care about her one way or another.
Kadaj's grin broadened, "brother dearest," he said sarcastically, "remember I told you, humans laugh when they are happy and cry when they are sad and she is crying a lot, so she is very sad."
It amused him to see the wheels in Yazoo's head turning over and the middle silver rolled towards the youngest, "Your not going to let him keep it are you?" This time, there was a challenge in his tone and Kadaj knew what he was referring to.
"No Yaz, no pet's yet." he could feel the pretty one relax immediately.
"Besides, this was more for you my dearest brother, you needed it. You've been looking at me like I'm chocolate cake all day."
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