An: Really happy I got so many reviews for my Hellsing story. Smiles. Well time for a Final Fantasy. This story is really sad at the beginning but don't worry things 'might' get better. Ok then, on with the fic.
She screamed till her throat was raw and her body was weak. She had lost count of how many days she had been here, but she would be damned before she gave them what they wanted. They had tortured her in so many ways. 'They' had no names but she could tell that they were scientists of some sort, due to there clothing. She tried to scream as the needles pierced her skin and as they cut into her delicate flesh with scalpels. Her body was so tired and so very, very sore. She heard them talking to one another, debating on what they should do to make her talk. The world was becoming black and she was losing consciousness. No, she wouldn't give up, she wouldn't give them the satisfaction that they wanted.
She struggled for the millionth against the bonds that held her down. She was no match for the cold, hard steel. One of the men walked over and fitted a new drip into her arm. She winced and struggled slightly making the pain worse, so she quickly settled down. They didn't want her dead so they kept her alive and suffering. Yet she knew no matter what she would never give up her friend. She looked at her familiar surroundings and took them in again. What she saw, no matter how many times, scared her. Jenova, there she sat in all her immortal glory in a tank of water. They were somehow cloning Jenova, for what purpose, she didn't know.
There were various items that look much like forms of laboratory equipment. She knew why it was there, who it was to be used on. But she wasn't going to give up the location of him anytime soon, if ever. The only problem was that there would be consequences if she didn't tell, but what would they be? The scientists were looking over files and talked about Hojo's 'amazing' work. Amazing my ass, what he did to Vincent was wrong. However, through the file he had uncompleted work. And that's where she fell in. She was his comrade and now she was suffering to keep his whereabouts hidden.
After the scientists had settled one of them, apparently the leader, stalked over to the young woman strapped down to the operating table. This was her last chance. He sneered at her and then began to talk. "Well my dear, I am afraid that this is your last chance. What is the location of Mr. Vincent Valentine?" She responded the way she always did, she spat in his face. He removed a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and wiped his face. "Perhaps I should have worded that a bit clearer. Either you give us the location of Mr. Vincent Valentine or, you become just like him. We will cut off your left arm and replace with a claw similar to his. Also since we have cloned Jevova cells, and Hojo recorded the exact amount he put in Mr. Valentine, we will be doing the same to you. That is your choices. So my dear, your answer?"
In that speech, her stomach dropped. She wanted to be sick. What the fuck was she going to do? She couldn't let Vincent suffer anymore than he had already and sure as hell didn't want to give him up to do god knows what to him. She swallowed hard and answered. "I will never give up his location. He is my friend and no matter what friends do everything for each other." The man growled. "Very well then Miss Yuffie. Your processing will begin immediately. Let's see how long you last before you tell us." A single tear dribbled down Yuffie's cheek. Her final thoughts before they took her away were to her friends. 'Please guys. Help me, I need you.' The pain was just about to begin.