A Moment in Time
The sharp taint of mako permeated the air of his tiny cell. Though the liquid green poison was drained (for now), nothing would (or could, dammit) ever get rid of the taint of the stuff (processed lifestream, people playing God).
Worried gray eyes studied the other slumped form in the cylindrical cell next to his. The kid (he hates it when you call him that, you know) was unconscious and seemed to be barely breathing, but that wasn't any different than normal (dammit it'd been years and he still hadn't busted them out yet).
His focus snapped to the door as it opened, and the hunched figure of the scientist (that bastard!) shuffled into the room. Muted mumblings could be heard from the scientist as he flipped through the notes on his clipboard (no doubt about project C, and the kid has a name you son-of-a-bitch) but he took no notice of his two captives, instead approaching the messy desk stationed near the two cells.
Gray eyes attempted to glare daggers at the scientist (and could he even be called a man? Just give him ten seconds alone with the bastard and he'd fix that), but inwardly he held his breath (please no more experiments today, Spike (he hates it when you call him that too, you know) can't take anymore).
He continued to glare as the scientist shuffled about the desk, carelessly shoving things out of the way (and one of these days karma'd come back to bite that bastard in the ass but then hadn't the same been said so many times by exasperated green eyes whenever he'd done something particularly stupid just to get a hint of a smile and what had gone wrong?!).
Finally those thin hands (always so precise when it came to needles and experiments and how he wanted to break them when they came too close to scared blue eyes, always so brilliant but now even more so with the poisoned glow forced upon them) closed around a stack of papers, half hidden under beakers and tools and who knows what else (but he knew, so did Spike but he couldn't think about that now or he'd go crazy...maybe he already was), and beetle black eyes snapped up to meet his.
The scientist gave him a cruel smile, but he refused to show any fear (never of him, he'd die before giving that asshole the satisfaction...but he couldn't leave the kid all alone).
Instead he deliberately grinned broadly, and casually flipped the scientist off. Thin lips twisted into a scowl (not much different from his normal ugly mug), but the scientist merely hit a button and green liquid (that burned and your skin was on fire and your lungs as you drown as it keeps you alive but still better so much better than the screams at the hands of those black eyes and you can't do anything but claw helplessly at glass walls wishing it was you under the gleaming blade and I'm so sorry Spike!) began filling the cells again.
Soon he was suspended in a green haze and he glared again at the retreating form until the door closed, leaving him alone (almost, almost but as long as you're here Spike, I'll keep fighting and we will be free) for the time being.
Worried gray eyes found their way again to the slumped figure, now floating in the green liquid (and I promise I won't leave you alone).
After all, we're friends, right?
Greetings all, Dragon-sama here. Ah, Zack, you are quite near and dear to my heart. Why do I love to torment you? 3 This was a slice of time during Zack and Cloud's imprisonment with Hojo. It may be a bit confusing, but I still have a very fond spot for this fic. Though it's sad, I hope you like it as much as I do!
