[i feel sick]
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Hojo blinked, suddenly realizing he was biting into his bottom lip when he tasted the blood. He didn't know what the hell had possessed him to conduct such a warped experiment, but it seemed to be working. Specimen XIII already had the girl cornered and was preparing to pounce. Hojo clenched his fists, breathing pouring out of his lips in quickened gasping.
What are you doing? Jenova asked him quite suddenly, her voice echoing in his mind. Hojo jumped, startled, not expecting her; she hadn't spoken to him in several weeks.
"I don't recall having to ask your permission," Hojo muttered, fingers worming into his pants. He shuddered, knees wobbling, and he collapsed into a chair, neck curled over the back of it, face staring up at the immaculate white ceiling of his lab.
You're sick, Jenova muttered.
"Yes, but I'm also lonely," Hojo replied, gasping, continuing to squeeze and grasp himself in rhythmic motions.
It wasn't the girl; she wasn't even very pretty. But her hair... Just like Lucrecia's. Chestnut brown and pulled back into a braid high on her head. Hojo watched with rapture as her shining locks curled and swayed as she and the beast moved about in some kind of depraved rhythm. Sweet Lucy, just the way he remembered her, looking sharp and fresh in her lab whites, her eyes burning with the same scientific curiosity.
Her eyes....
Hojo groaned again, remembering them, that perfect shade of grey; silvery with a touch of blue.
So pretty....
She had trusted him completely, protected him when no one else would, and had recognized his greatness. One night when they were alone together in the lab Jenova had watched when he first kissed her.
Hojo gasped, feeling a sudden drop of wetness streak down his face, mind racing.
Angersicknesspainweakness.
So fucking pretty.
"Jenova," Hojo breathed, the pressure rising within him, heat rushing over his body.
Yes?
"I don't want this."
.....you are a very sick boy.
Hojo stroked faster, panting. "I love you."
How much?
"Make it end."
Hojo growled, fire exploding inside him..
All in due time, precious. Be patient.
Hojo closed his eyes, sinking into liquid in his chair.
The doors rattled and were thrown open, Hojo turning his head weakly to watch as a blonde stormed in, flanked by a busty girl wearing a short skirt, and an obscenely large and rather scary-looking black man. The girl was the first to notice what was being finished in the containment tube; she gasped, turning her head, dark hair covering her face. The others saw, shock and disgust playing on their faces.
"You perverse fuck," the wiry, spiky haired blonde blurted out, and Hojo couldn't help but giggle, tears still drying on his cheeks.
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[fin]