Disclaimer: Property of Square Enix so that plainly means I don't make money off it and nor do I wish to make any. This is for pure enjoyment.
AN: Found this laying around on my comp and decided to post it up here. If you notice it has a resemblance with 'Reno's Story' from on AFF, it's cuz it is. 'Nyways, enjoy.
He could only stare ahead, at the hand that hung from the bed, blood rolling down gently to fall onto the puddle a hair breath away from him. His whole body was numb, his own blood coming down, mixing with his tears as he lay on his back, head turned to the left. He could also see, while looking on the other side of the bed by the space underneath it, his little sister's body, clothes ripped just like the body of his mother on top of the bed.
He wasn't sure exactly what had happened for these men to come in and to do this to his family, but he knew fair well where they were headed, having clearly heard them talking about the place. But, it would mean getting up and walking all the way to sector seven, where he knew he would never make it. After all, he wasn't able to help his only family, how was he expected to kill four men on their turf?
He only had one advantage. Revenge. And he was known to hold a grudge forever by anyone who had ever dared to betray him or hurt his little sister. Those men would pay dearly before he would join his mother and sister in the afterlife, even if they were headed to Heaven and him to Hell.
Getting up, he grunted in pain, wounds and bruises all over his body making him ache in places he didn't know he had. But that wouldn't stop him. He had a destination. He could tell his way of thinking was distorted, but he didn't care. So what if a fever might just make him weaker? He'd at least be able to hurt them, show them that not everyone would die when they decided it would happen.
That set in mind, Reno Drizden set off to murder those who had dared to rape and steal his loved one's lives.
Vision blurry, he smirked as he saw the bar just across the street. He could also hear laughing, specifically that of irritating men about to lose their lives. His delirium was now making him giggle at nothing, to the point of where he wasn't even aware of what his name was. All he knew was that he needed to kill someone and he would know who it was once he would see them.
Walking across the street, he paid no attention to the stares and fingers that were pointed his way, unable to hear the whispers about his pitiful appearance. Laying his hand on the door, he closed his eyes, picturing what lay ahead. It made him let out a small chuckle as he opened his eyes and pushed it open.
He took no notice of the sudden silence, only the music being heard, after he had made it halfway in the room. He stood there, slowly looking around, knowing they were there, feeling their aura. He didn't even feel it as someone touched his shoulder and asked him if he wanted to go see a doctor as his eyes finally locked on with the bastards that dared to sit in a corner with two whores on their laps and were looking right back at him in disbelief.
"What the fuck?! I thought we killed you!" shouted one as he stood, making one of the whores fall and let out a yelp of pain.
"Should make sure the next time," rasped Reno before jumping over the table that blocked his way, catching hold of the steak knife on it, and rushing at the man.
In a fast blur, he had the knife in the man's neck, pulling it out as he turned to the three others.
It didn't take a second before he lost his weapon, lodging it into the closest man's eye. That left two of them, but before he could jump them, someone tried to hold him back. He easily freed his arm and turned, not even thinking about it before punching at the person's ribs. He heard a definite crack and took that time to turn to his prey, whores having left and the two remaining men trying to help the eye bleeding one.
Reno jumped onto the one that was closest to the corner of the table and, with all of his weight and the man's, made it so that his head hit the corner just at the right angle to impact right on the temple. He didn't get back up while Reno rushed after the last man, who had decided to flee was a better option.
By that time, it had started a full out war with the people in the tavern, everyone fighting and the women hiding behind the counter, either cheering on or trying to stop the horrible scene. Only one corner wasn't too affected, but Reno didn't have any mind to pay attention to it. He still had to finish his revenge, and it seemed that the bastard had found where his gun had gone to in his jacket.
A bullet hit Reno right in the shoulder, making him jerk back, but he didn't let himself fall down. He couldn't give up now. His sister and mother were counting on him. So, with that in mind, he stepped forward, almost laughing as none of the other bullets hit him. He ducked under the raised firearm and the arm, coming back up with a punch that was aimed right for the throat.
Hearing the man try to cough and not being able, he decided to finish him with a certain twist. That of the man's head, which he easily succeeded in achieving. Panting, he suddenly remembered the one with the knife in his eye. Seeing as it couldn't have gone too far in and that no blood would flow out until the knife was extracted, he didn't doubt the man was still alive and kicking.
Good, he was just in the right mood for one last kill! Turning around, all he was met with was a fist.
Well, here it was.