A/N: I do not own any of the FF7 characters...only Kunsel's description.
Chapter Nine:
"It....it was just a dream."
Tears rolled down his face slowly. Zack stared down at the bed sheets, his eyes were still very clouded with the tears that were waiting to fall. Kunsel heard his friend stirring in his bed and looked over the edge. "Hey," he sounded worried. "You alright down there...?"
"I had this weird dream," Zack wiped his eyes. Kunsel was listening. His mind didn't form any words, it only drew to a blank. The raven haired cadet continued to stare down at his white sheets and shifted to another position in the bed. He was now hugging his knees, pondering. "And...it did have Angeal in it."
Oh, perfect. Now he's dreaming about the guy. Kunsel didn't want to hear this, he was already fed up with their relationship. Isn't that some type of rape anyway?
"He was...leaving...."
Kunsel's lips curled into a smile. Good, he thought. That's really good.
"And..." Zack started off. The red head cleared his throat and yet continued to listen. He saw Zack wipe his eyes again before they fell to his side lifelessly. "I was chasing after him, but he was way out of my reach. I was--."
Wait, Zack suddenly stopped talking. What did this mean? It may have been a dream but it felt so real to him. His fingers brushed against his own lips and he shuddered as he remembered the kiss that they shared. Of course, it was only in his dream...
His blue eyes gazed over at the window. Zack was staring pass the glass and into the scenery, everything seemed so gloomy, eery. And yet, it was so beautiful to watch the rain give life to the trees, the grass, the random flowers-maybe weeds- that sprouted all over the place. He could actually see the sergeant's office from his room. Zack eyes wandered to the left a little and stared at that office. He was focusing , with all his might, to find some sign of life. Was the sergeant in there?
"..."
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"Zack...please...help..."
Angeal was holding onto whatever he had left: his honor and his will. His will was starting to fail him now, the pain was getting stronger and stronger. He bit his bottom lip to prevent himself from screaming, though there were tears slowly escaping his eyes to replace them. His heart was starting to pump harder and faster, his mind was drawing to a blank for he did not know what to do. It was consuming him.
"Damn...it..."
He was struggling to stand once again. He used the bookshelf to help himself up, but he failed to get up successfully and almost took the bookshelf down with him. He held the shelf up with one hand, some books were falling out of place and down the floor. Angeal was back where started. He had no choice put to crawl towards his destination: the window.
"How long, my friend, are you going to keep tormenting yourself...?"
"Shut up...!" The sergeant yelled. The voice laughed, it echoed. Angeal felt his flesh being torn into two. It was trying to push through the surface at a faster pace, but then it slowed down and increased Angeal's suffering. The sound of it starting to break through his skin, the sweat and tears the sergeant continued to go through. He let out a cry, louder than he had ever done before.
It burns...it....the pain....make it go away!!
He screamed.
The lightning of the storm crashed, the thunder roared. The rain began to beat down on the academy, the trees, the grass with the power of the wind helping with every striking blow. He was screaming through it all. His feet kicked around the books that layed on the floor, his arms were holding himself, trying to bear the pain. He couldn't. Louder and louder he screamed with each passing second. No one could hear him in that room. No one was around. His flesh was still ripping. The feeling of something breaking through the barrier happened. His head flew back. His blood splattered and squirted. It dripped, it wasn't completely free. Angeal was gasping for breath, he couldn't breathe. The pain, make it stop, he thought...but it was almost over. It was half way over....
Angeal....
The voice. His voice. He shook his head slowly trying to block it out of his head.
But...but salvation!
No, it was a lie, Angeal!
Did he really care if it was a lie or not?
He reached up, reached up high, for his desk. He scrambled to stand, sharp pain strikes him down even more. The sergeant presses on. He was soon standing on his two weary feet. He stared out of the window at the rain, at how the tree swayed back and forth because of the wind. This room was a prision...this place was a prision. "Sal..salvation...?"
Yes...there it was. It was out of those four walls; out of those four walls was salvation. Angeal stared with wide eyes at the truth of it all. Should he drop it all...? Should he forget?
His heart pounded loudly in his chest. The beast that has been tamed for so long finally wants to come out.
Set him loose.
