SOOOO Sorry this took so long. I had a really hard time trying to desribe what Yazoo was going though in the... well just read it. The next chapter won't take as long, I promise. Also it's late, it's 6:15 in the morning and I wanted to get this up but.. I didn't proof read so sorry if there's mistakes XD
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The Wheel chapter 2
"I might feel defeated - Bring on the Rain - Jodee Messina & Tim McGraw
I might hang on my head
I may be barely breathing
But I'm not dead"
As the arrow on the wheel began to spin quickly, everything else seemed to go in slow motion. It was then that I reflected on what I had just done and realized, no matter what happened, I was screwed. Completely screwed. If it landed on my name, I would face some form of inhumane torture for sure. If it landed on Loz's name, sure he would get punished, but he'd also surely make me suffer horrid consequences for it. If it landed on Kadaj's name, he would probably never forgive me. He so often told me to just do what Loz and Sephiroth said so that I wouldn't get myself beaten or in trouble. How many times had I asked for his advice for him to tell me the same thing over and over? I guess this is what happens when I don't take good advice I'm given.
After what seemed like hours, the arrow began to slow down. Oh please, gods, let it stop on Loz's name. I don't care if he beats me up at this point, I just want to see him suffer, I pleaded. It passed my name, Kadaj's name, Loz's name, my name again... it slowed... Kadaj's name... slower... slowly going over Loz's name.... slower... almost stopped... yes please stop... no... no... stop... don't go any further... no... not... on... my... name....
I think I screamed. I honestly don't remember though. All I remember is the fear gripping my whole body so tight that I ended up on my knees, shaking my head in disbelief, "No... please no," I murmured covering my face. Tears began to form in my eyes; I tried to speak, to save myself, to plead with Sephiroth, but all that came out was a high-pitched whimper.
Loz on the other hand, had quite the opposite reaction, punching his fists into the air in victory, "YES!" again, he took this time to wack me on the head, "That's what you get, you little freak."
I didn't look at him. I didn't remove my hands from my face. I heard him sit back down on the couch and yell, "Justice triumphs!"
Kadaj cut his rejoicing short, "Could you put your arms down, please?" he asked Loz in a rather annoying tone.
As I mentioned before, Loz had a bad hygiene problem. I'd pity anyone who would be within six feet of that unclean bastard when he had his arms in the air. In fact, I'd feel bad for anyone within six feet of him no matter what. Kadaj and I were at least used to it, and Sephiroth just plain didn't care.
"Yazoo," Sephiroth said rather sharply, "looks like we have a winner."
My hands slowly fell from my face to my lap. I looked up at Sephiroth, pleading with him with my tear stained eyes, "Please, no. This isn't fair..." was all I ended up saying.
He simply shrugged, "You had your chance."
Then Loz opened his big mouth again, as if I hadn't heard enough from him, "You sure did. I'll bet you wish you hadn't started this whole thing now, but at least you're getting what you deserve."
As he spoke, I shot him a look, and at that moment I wished looks could kill. Gods... I hated him so much. No, hate wasn't a strong enough word. I despised him, loathed him! With every ounce of my being, with every breath I took, with every step I made, I hated him even more... I still do... I so wanted to just leap at him, wrap my hands around his neck and choke that taunting smirk off his face. No, that wasn't enough. I wanted him to suffer. I wanted him to feel pain the way I felt it; the way I felt it every time he pummeled me, every time he grabbed me from behind and crushed my ribs, every time he pulled my hair, every time stole my food at dinner, every time he destroyed my possessions, teased me, shoved my head in the toilet, pushed me down the stairs to the cellar, pinned me up against the wall, wrestled me to the ground, spat on me and just left me lying lifeless and helpless on the ground as the blood would flow out of my nose, mouth, or anywhere else he'd hurt me. Yet, every time... every fucking time I tried to get back at him, it ended up like this: with me as the victim, and the one to be tortured. Be it by Loz or Sephiroth, I was always the one who ended up injured and screaming in agony.
The violent thoughts raced though my mind so loud, I didn't even realize Sephiroth stepping toward me. Next thing I knew, a powerful force grabbed my arm, jerked me to my feet, and began to pull me backwards so fast that I stumbled. Yes, Sephiroth could certainly be described as a 'powerful source' and he was one to be reckoned with.
"Please, no..." I begged, my voice trading off.
"Shut up," he replied coarsely, then adding, "I'm getting really sick of your whining," and with those words he dragged me outside.
Freezing... freezing cold... so very... very very cold...
I knew Sephiroth's punishments could be malicious, but this was beyond torture. This was beyond inhumane.
I shivered uncontrollably. My teeth chattered. I tried to hug myself to make myself even the slightest bit warmer, but my entire body tingled with pain from the stinging cold; still, as I sat on the freezer floor, I wrapped my arms around my knees and buried my head. Occasionally, I'd breath into my cupped hands, but the warmth would last less than a few seconds.
How could he do this to me? I had done nothing wrong. The whole thing was Loz's fault, dammit! He could get away with anything. Even if Sephiroth knew I was getting beaten, he wouldn't care. He hated me. Sephiroth just plain hated me, but why? He needed me the most. I was the one who could come up with all the little gadgets and gizmos that could give our house electricity, or that could give us water and heat. If it hadn't been for me, our house, and I use the term loosely, would still be a dirty, rat and spider filled hole in the ground.
Yes, our house used to be nothing but an old, abandoned, dusty cabin. Me and my brothers fixed it up, or should I say, I fixed it up. I pretty much did everything, single handedly. Kadaj and Loz did help with the cleaning, but once they finished, it was up to me to figure out a way to make everything in the house actually work. And did I ever get so much as a thank you or good job? No! In fact I got yelled at to work faster or harder so Loz could have a nice comfy spot to look at his porn collection. All he ever did was look at porn.
"OOOHHH Kadaj, look at the tits on this one!" he'd say. "Isn't she sexy, Kadaj?" "I wish she would come and visit us!"
Gods, you're so pathetic Loz....
He'd never share his porn with me, but it was just as well. I didn't want to see girls, anyway, especially naked ones. I'd take a warm, buff chest to snuggle up against any day, and maybe, yeah... some nice soft, red hair to run my fingers though.
Mmm... Reno... just the name was enough to send chills of arousal down my spine. Yes, his firm, yet supple body that hid under his Turks outfit. That deviously sexy smirk that would cross his lips whenever we fought; his hair like an untamable wild fire that would make me burn with desire. Any of this was enough to make me close my eyes and moan with lust. Reno... yes I loved him. I wanted him. I needed him. The thought of his glimmering blue-green eyes watching me carefully as I'd make my next move; or even remembering the times he kicked or punched me; painful as it was, as long as he touched me with those graceful limbs of his, I didn't care. Remembering his sweet face, his pure musk, his fighting style, it was enough to get me out of bed each morning. I don't think I could go on without him. I didn't care that we fought, that we were enemies, or that he probably hated me. It would send shivers though my body do think of us together... shivers.. yes...
Shivering... cold... so damn cold...
Thinking about Reno almost made me forget where I was: on the floor of our walk in freezer in nothing but my underwear. I'm surprised Sephiroth didn't make me go in completely nude. I guess I should have felt lucky but I didn't. I thought about moving around, to keep my body warm, but my feet would explode in a mass of stinging pain if I tried to stand and I'd end up back on my ass. I'm sure if Loz could have been watching me try to stand, he'd be laughing hysterically. Did I mention that I hate his worthless guts ever so much?
My feet... the bottoms of them, I had no protection for them. At least my ass was somewhat protected by the thin layer of my underwear. I tried not to put too much pressure on them as I sat, or I tried alternating putting one foot on the other trying so hard to ease my suffering, even for a few brief moments.
After a while of trying unsuccessfully to keep my feet from freezing over, I began to feel it. Frostbite. It wouldn't be the first time. My feet started to grow numb. AT least I didn't feel the pain, but I feared what would happen if I didn't get them treated. I reached down to take my left foot into my hands, hoping that could warm it up a little.
"Arruggnnn..." was noise I made when I saw it. Im not even sure if I cried out in pain or in absolute shock. How can I describe how it looked? An almost disgusting color covered the entire bottom of my foot, and it felt hard, almost like wax. It was completely numb as well; I couldn't feel the touch of my own hand against my foot.
I swallowed the huge lump in my throat and took a few deep breaths to calm myself down. The thought of losing my foot, or never been able to feel them again horrified me. All because of Loz. I was going to loose my feet because of him...
"Loz..." I mumbled his name sourly taking my foot in my hands and just holding it there. I knew better than to try and rub the skin. I didn't want any of the frozen skin to fall off, "... I hate you," I finished as tears started to form in my eyes.
My head perked up when I heard a creek. The door was opening. Yes! Finally! Sephiroth finally realized I had suffered enough...
I screamed a blood curdling scream. It happened so sudden but it felt every bone in my body was being shattered bit by bit. I just sat there howling as the cold water smacked into my all ready frozen body. When I had no breath left, I used my energy to look up at Sephiroth. He simply stood there, proud of his work, holding a now empty bucket in his hand. He beamed with amusement for only a short moment before beginning to close the door.
"NO!" I don't know how I got the energy, but I somehow managed to leap at the door.
I yelled again when the door shut, trapping me inside with a pain that was even worse than before.
"PLEASE!" I banged on the door twice before my legs completely gave out and I collapsed in a heap onto the hard ground. I could no longer bottle up the agony inside; I curled up into a ball and began to sob almost hysterically.
I knew it now, he was going to leave me here to die. I was going to die and it was all Loz's fault. Why? What had I done to deserve this?
I buried my head in my arms and yelled the only thing I could think of, "REEENOOO"
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No this isn't the end... the next chapter will be up, hopefully a lot sooner than this one was . Plz Review and stuff.... is that the right term? I bet it isn't... oh well.