Title: Of Angels and Demons.
Fandome: Final Fantasy VII
Summary: It's been two years since he was killed, and I've finally managed to find out everyone involved. Now, it's time for my revenge. I won't stop until every last one of them is dead and gone. And when all is said and done, I'll die by his grave. (warnings and disclaimer inside)
Rating: M
Genre: Hurt/Horror/Romance/Comfort
Pairing: CloudxOOC
Warnings: Slight smut in later chapters, horror, blood, gore, violence, death, language.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that is final fantasy. The only thing I own is Faint, the torture room, the stuff in the torture room, Faint's clothes, her bike, the people she kills, and her effed up history. That's it.
Bits of shattered bones littered the cold concrete floor. Dark, dried red blood covered the walls, serving as paint, but obviously not put there intentionally. Rusted chains with shackles on the ends hung from the ceiling, some still holding rotted, severed limbs. Across the room was a large metal door, closing off another room. Chains and a large padlock bolted the door shut. Music came from the other side of the door, playing loudly. A figure moved from the shadows, the hood of their jacket covering their face. They stopped in front of the door and glanced back. After making sure no one was there, they removed the hood. Flaming red hair flowed down her back, stopping at her waist. Her deep amethyst eyes stared at the door in front of her, pain and anger filling them. Her pale, snow white skin stood out against the dark colors surrounding her. She reached up with a gloved hand and pulled a necklace chain out of her jacket, a small silver key hanging on the end.
Steadily, she knelt down and unlocked the padlock. It fell to the floor with a loud clang. She quickly pulled the chains away from the door, discarding them like she had done the lock. With some effort, she pushed the door open and walked in.
The room was about three fourths the size of the previous one, and was less crowded, barely anything in the room.
A small work table sat pushed against the back wall, a jet black velvet cloth covering it. A large stereo system sat against the left wall, the now discovered source of the music. On the wall above the table hung a picture and a tattered red cape. The picture was of a man with raven hair, skin as pale as the redhead in the doorway and crimson red eyes. In the center of the room were two chains hanging from the ceiling, identical to the ones in the previous room. The shackles were closed around someone's wrists, suspending them in mid air. A cloth identical to the black one was covering them, the only difference was that it was red.
The redhead moved to the table and gently removed the cloth, revealing the table's contents. Knives, saws, and other omenous objets covered the table's surface, along with a remote. She picked up the remote and hit a button, turning off the stereo. She turned her attention back to the other things. Almost every object on the table was covered in blood, most of it dry, but not all. There was one knife in particular that wasn't as bloodied as the rest. It was also very oddly crafted. The handle was made of what looked like oak that had been painted black. At the end of the handle there was a skull that had been very delicately and very intricately carved into the wood and a thorned vine was carved, winding around the rest of the handle. The blade was probably the most shockign part. The top half of the blade was curved. mimicking a scythe whil the rest of the blade was straight. The straight half of the blad was serated, unlike the curved half, which was a straight edge.
The red head picked up the knife and walked to the person in the middle of the room. She violently ripped off the cloth covering the person, making them swing a little. The sight was anything but pretty.
A man was suspended in mid air, obviously the obgect of much torture and abuse. Cuts and bruises covered his torso. Some where old, but others were very fresh. Blood had managed to seep through every wound he had, but it wasn't suprising seeing as none of them were properly healed. A rather large pool of blood had formed under him and had started to spread around the room. All of the blood was his, and almost all of it was still wet. There was a weak groan, then the man looked up. Fear filled his bloodshot eyes, but also expectancy.
"How long will you keep this up?" He asked. His voice was weak and raspy.
"Until you and everyone else that helped you suffers." Was the reply. The redhead's suprano voice was filled with anger.
"It was two years ago!" He exclaimed, raising his voice a little, causing him to cough.
The redhead watched him mercilessly, hatred dancing in her eyes. "And I've had to suffer for two years. Repeatedly! Every night! I've suffered the loos of my brother and that's something no one should have to go through!He was taken from me, and it wasn't fair! So why should I be fair!" She shouted, her anger rising..
Her victem flinches. She walked back to the table and grabbed the remote. There was a bloodthirsty smile dancing on her pale red lips. "Just think of it this way. Two more seesions and you're done." She said, her voice light and happy.
He looked up, hope filling his eyes. "You... You mean you'll let me go?!" He asked, hoping against hope she would say yes.
She just gave a creepy laugh, sending chills down his spine. "I never said anything about letting you go. I just said you would be done.." She said before turning the steroe on again. She walked back to her victem and drove the tip of the blade in to his chest, dragging it down the length of his torso. She laughed and the music drown out his screams of pain and his cries for help.