Hello! Umm, I don't really know what I'm supposed to write in this space... heh heh... yay for first fics...
Well, I don't own FF7 or any of the char's mentioned in this fic. Its a oneshot about Dyne, thought up while going though my millionth playthrough of 7 thinking I wonder when Dyne decided to be a hater... ''' oh well. Enjoy and please read and review!
You know, the sky can be disgustingly beautiful at times like this. It was rather hard for him to see it because of how people cannot control their bodies in flight, not to mention he hadn't gotten a haircut recently so his black locks scratched at his eyes.
Blue, hm… I never noticed it before but Eleanor's eyes really are the color of the sky. Damn, what I wouldn't give to just see her one more time…The ground came up and hit him hard, forcing him to bounce off and roll down the steep incline of the mountain. He curled up in fetal position, cradling his left arm into his chest. The pain there had diminished at least, as his back became one mass of bruise and spilling blood. When he finally rolled to a stop in a small valley before the next hill, he heard the gunshots overhead reminding him of whom it was that let him go.
I really shouldn't blame you for letting me drop, but it's not only that, Barret. 'Everything will be better!' yeah right jackasses. Reactors…they just screw things up, Barret I swear…sometimes you gotta be selfish… SHIT! He let his left hand drop out of his grip and it slammed on the rocky ground, jarring the wound.
If the damn thing wasn't bleeding yet…damn you ShinRa, you did this. You corrupted people to your sick ways. And I thought it was below me and you Barret, you jackass. You're an idiot, you know that? A fucking idiot. 'I don't want my wife to suffer anymore.' Well she's suffering know! As well as the rest of the damn city. Coal didn't ever harm nobody! It's unnatural to pull a glowing liquid out of the ground, only trust what is solid in your hands…Hell…I shouldn't have given in to that shit. Damn seducer of a woman. What was her name, oh yeah… Scarlet… bet you're glad I remember the name of the one who shot my arm off. I hope you rot in hell, bitch. The sky overhead suddenly grew black, and it took him awhile to realize it was smoke: smoke from the burning town where all his memories were slowly dying off. Slowly like his mind was drifting from his bruised and battered body. As tears welled up in his eyes from both the smoke and the memories flowing from it he rolled onto his side so it would leave him be.
I hate you Barret. You should have known that nothing would make your wife happier than to keep coal, as her father was once one of the best miners and most loved people by the villagers. Changing what is her namesake won't make her happy. And now you've killed her. You've killed her, and Eleanor and Marlene… and everyone else at Corel! I hate your rotting guts and I swear, if I ever meet you again I'll kill you! A cough racked his body as the night grew and the cool of the mountain settled in. It shook his body with tremendous force and he could feel a few of the blood clots on his back open again.
That is, I'll kill you if I ever survive this mountain…God… let me die tonight…
Dragon Aurora