Title: Angels and Demons part 1 of 4
Author: Enide Dear
Rating: Warning! This is one seriously offensive fic. Nc-17 rape, sex, swearing, violence, torture, the killing and eating of a small fuzzy domestic animal, Turk actions that could be interpreted as highly immoral. Also very much AU.
Pairing: Remnantcest, RemnantsxOMC, HojoxYazoo, implied RenoxRude
Summary: AU A follow up on Toy
Author's note: I'm very much against animal testing. But Remnant testing? I could do that…
"Reno, I'm so glad you could make it." Hojo barely turned from the huge window to acknowledge the Turk's presence before turning hungry eyes back to the view.
"What is it, yo?" Reno muttered, not wanting to even glance at the window or the many screens in the control room, knowing what – who – it would show. Behind him, Rude shifted uncomfortably, but didn't say anything. Still, just knowing that he had Rude at his back was a tremendous comfort. "You promised me I wouldn't have to deal with these psychos ever again."
"Yes, yes." Hojo waved a hand dismissively in the air, indicating that promises were ridiculous things, not important enough to bother with. "But a very strange situation has occurred here. Since you have…unique experience with our test subjects, I was hoping you could shed some light on it. Look at this."
Reluctantly, Reno glanced at the window. Down below were three rooms, or cages, or prison cells, depending on what you fancied calling it, surrounded by one-way transparent force-glass. The walls and roof was all made of the same unbreakable material and the rooms lay next to one another, so that perhaps it was really one room, separated into three. It looked like nothing so much as the plastic boxes used to keep guinea pigs.
The rooms were bare, one mattress, one pillow, one blanket, one built-in shower and similar toilet in each, meaning that the scientists and guards could see every inch of the room and every move the prisoners, also known as study specimens, made. Cold gripped Reno's heart as he saw the three familiar faces – the Remnants who had held him captive and treated him as something less than human for weeks, raping him and playing cruel mind games on him all the while. Abruptly he looked away, feeling his fists clench spastically at the memories.
He'd been their Toy, or so they'd thought right up to the moment the trap sprung and ShinRa had caught them. Now they were Hojo's specimens and life long prisoners, should they survive the madman's experiments.
From what gossip Reno had picked up, Hojo's work wasn't going very well, but at the other hand, it was barely two weeks since they'd been caught.
"They've been exceedingly calm all this time," Hojo mumbled. "Until this morning."
A heavy hand landed on Reno's shoulder, a silent remembrance that Rude was there and Reno looked up again, forcing himself to really look this time.
Kadaj was in the left cage, standing pressed so close to the force window that it looked like he tried to melt through it. His green reptile eyes were slitted with helpless anger, his lips drawn so tight by fear that they were white, and in the loose cotton pants that were all the clothes the Remnants were entrusted with, his slender body trembled with frustrated wrath.
In the right cage, Loz paced back and forth like a trapped animal, wringing his hands, tearing at his short hair. His face was lost and frightened, tears crowding green eyes.
And in the middle cage…In the middle cage, Yazoo was frantic. His tall, slim body was trembling and twitching, his usually serene face wild and filled with pain. Again and again, in mindless desperation, he searched the seams of his cage with hands that now dripped blood onto the force glass, scratching and tearing with fingers literally worn down to the bones. He didn't seem to feel that pain, but kept working much like a tiger, trapped in a snare, would try to bite its own leg off.
Suddenly he buckled up, the strength of his knees giving in for a second before he caught himself. Over the microphones, Reno heard Loz's and Kadaj's gasps of fear.
Yazoo pressed himself against the glass were Kadaj stood, rasping bloody, bony fingers over the surface that separated them, even trying to use his teeth to tear the smooth, unyielding glass. He tried to caress Loz, clutching uselessly after him through the glass, his inhuman gaze getting rapidly more desperate, his motions now so spastic they were not controllable, and he gasped for air.
"Professor, subject nr II:s heartbeats are now approaching a lethal pace. Should I sedate him?" One of the assistants asked, but Hojo shook his head.
Reno looked up, more disturbed than he wanted to show. Down below, Yazoo's control of his body finally gave in and he fell to the floor, crawling into foetus position. From his cage, Kadaj started shouting after his brother, terror shrilling his voice, in the other cage Loz attacked the force glass over and over in vain, kicking and punching, tears running down his face. The attacks, Reno noted with a distanced, professional eye, were hard enough to break the bones in Loz's hands and feet, but that didn't stop the Remnant. And it didn't affect the force glass.
"Such an interesting reaction," Hojo mused. "What can it be?"
"Withdrawal symptoms." Reno tried not to feel sick. "They get like this sometimes. Is like, you know, they're not complete individuals. When the loss of their Mother gets to bad, it's like their bodies can't cope, like they forget how to beat a heart and draw breath. Or like their bodies just don't want to live anymore, you know? Only thing that helps is letting them get together. Letting them touch. I wrote it in my fucking rapport, yo!"
"Touching? How peculiar. They've been separated for two weeks now." Hojo mused, ignoring Reno's growing anger. "Do you think it will kill them, then?"
"I don't know. Looks like it."
"Professor, subject II:s heartbeats are now slow and irregular. His breathing is getting too shallow to sustain him." The assistant looked with frightened fascination on the screen. "Whatever it is, it's killing quickly."
"Hmmm…"
"Damn you, Hojo!" Reno couldn't tear his eyes away from the horribly tortured Remnant. "You have to stop this!"
"Compassion from you, Reno? From a Turk? I'm surprised. I thought you delighted in this sort of thing."
"I ain't taking that kind of shit from you!" Reno moved forward, but where stopped by Rude's hand. "If ShinRa just wanted them dead, then what the Hell did I have to suffer *weeks* of rape for? We could have just fucking bombed them! Or if you want them dead, just let me in there with a gun, and I'll kill them for you! Or ask them questions! Don't torture them uselessly because…because you fucking enjoy it!"
"Enjoyment has nothing to do with it, silly boy. This is all about science. It's very interesting, you know. It's the first reactions I've seen since I got them here." Hojo took of his glasses and cleaned them on this lab coat. "Touching, you say? I don't know if I dare get them together."
"You have to let the others in there. Or they will all die. Look at Loz, he'd already getting affected as well." Reno gritted his teeth, waving his hand to the screen that showed Loz's eyes glowing frantic, his heartbeats getting irregular, although that didn't stop his idiotic attacks on the glass wall; on the loudspeakers, the sound of breaking bones and pained grunts could be heard. The force glass was splattered with blood. "And then your damned study will be over."
"Perhaps, perhaps." Hojo absentmindedly fingered a button on the control panel, not really touching it but letting his fingers play over it. "But there is much to be learned from an autopsy as well…"
"Fuck you!" Reno was far too fast for Rude or the scientists; he ducked away from his partner's grip, dodged around Hojo, and slammed his fist down on top of Hojo's, slapping it down on the panel.
The button clicked.
In the cells, the two force glass shields that separated the Remnants immediately dissolved and without even stopping to wonder what had happened, Loz and Kadaj ran for their brother. Even limping on his broken feet, Loz reached Yazoo first, hauling the unconscious body up into his embrace with one hand, tearing down his own cotton pants with the other. Kadaj reached them a second later, kneeling to pull down Yazoo's pants.
"What…what are they doing now?" Hojo asked, his scientific fascination overcoming the pain in his hand.
"Skin touching. The more the better." Reno stared at the screen.
"Yazoo? Yazoo!" Loz held his brother as close as possible, tears wetting them both. Over the loudspeakers, his voice was desperate and pleading. "He's not answering. Kadaj, he's barely breathing!"
"Get him over there." Kadaj pointed at the mattress even as he slipped out of his own pants. "We're here now Loz, we'll take care of him." But Kadaj's voice wobbled unsteadily.
They carried Yazoo's slack body over to the mattress, lay him down on top of Loz with Kadaj draped over them both so that Yazoo was sandwiched between them, pressing their bodies together. Almost immediately, the curve showing Loz's heartbeats started to steady, his breathing getting deeper, more normal. But Yazoo's were still caught on the edge, showing no signs of improving, although the rapid decline had stopped.
Time seemed to drag out forever, the professor, assistants, guards and Turks all holding their breaths, watching the death struggle. Then Kadaj suddenly exhaled a deep, unsteady sigh of relief and Loz burst out crying, squeezing his brothers even tighter.
"Professor…" the assistant said a few seconds later. "Subject II:s heartbeats are stabilising. They seem to be getting more regular again."
"They knew before the machined did?" Hojo muttered, intrigued. "How extraordinary."
Down below, Yazoo moved feebly. The state of the art microphones in the Remnants' cell picked up all words and carried them to the control room.
"Brothers…" he sighed before falling into unconsciousness again.
"He'll be alright." Kadaj stroke the tears from Loz's cheeks. "And so will you. We'll all be fine, now we are together again."
"For how long?" Loz asked wearily. "I've missed you. I've missed you so much it hurts."
"I know it hurts." Kadaj tried to smile encouragingly. "But we're together now. Everything is alright now, isn't it?"
"Yes. Yes it is."
They fell silent, presumably to simply luxuriate in the feeling of being together. On the monitors, Yazoo's heartbeats and other life signs were quickly getting steadier.
"So very, very interesting." Hojo cradled his hand, but his eyes were fixed on the Remnants. "What would you say happens now?"
Reno shrugged, turning his back to the screens, fumbling for a cigarette and lighting it, ignoring all 'No smoking' signs. His hands were very unsteady.
"They'll be like that for an hour or so. Maybe more, since Yazoo was almost dying. And then you'll probably get your own fuck-film material down there. Record it, sell it, make a fortune…I don't think they give a damn." He moved over to Rude who put a protective arm around the slim shoulders, glaring at Hojo over his sunglasses. "I'm out of here."
"I assume trying to separate them again will not be easy." Hojo cast a sly glance at Reno. "Fortunate that I know where to place the blame."
Reno shrugged again.
"What's you gonna prove, doc? It's your fingerprints all over that button."
TBC
Come into these arms again
and lay your body down
The rhythm of this trembling heart
is beating like a drum
It beats for you, it bleeds for you
it knows not how it sounds
For it is the drum of drums
it is the song of songs
~Love song for a vampire, Annie Lennox