Final Fantasy VII: Something Wicked This Way Comes.
Summary: "(An Angeal x Zack, Sephiroth x Genesis story) As things finally start to heat up in more ways than one, and world-shattering decisions are made, and as the ShinRa's top 1st Class Generals finally open their eyes to the terrifying reality of The Ring, they learn not only of a sacred promise, but of the sacrifice made by the man who they only knew as SOLDIER, a man who gave his freedom and his life for others, and of a beautiful letter, handwritten by a desperate young hero-to-be, who pleads not for his life, but that of the man he treasures above his own life. Will the remaining 1st Classes make the right decision- and is even more suffering in order? Or will they all just be included in the final body count?"
Warning: "This will be a Yaoi (male x male), first off. It will have rape, reference to rape and childhood abuse, and also implied rape. There is a reason that this Fanfiction is rated "M," and by continuing to read this story, I am no longer responsible for any offense taken by the manuscript, and will not receive any more complaints and/or hate mail because you have hereby been warned."
Disclaimer: "I do not own Final Fantasy VII or any of its characters so don't haul off and think I do. However, the following characters are actually mine, whether or not these characters actually appear in this particular story, so I hope not too see (as flattering as it would be, actually) a copied character of mine without my written consent: 1st Class SOLIDER Marshall Willowstaff, Cadet Captain Benjamin (Ben) Adler, Captain Daniel Marks, and Head Physician Julian Jake."
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Chapter Thirty-Six: The Tell-Tail Camera.
This was bad.
Extremely, extremely bad.
With Benjamin Adler lying as though dead on his right, and the Turks throwing everything they had at the Lummox but still somehow failing to kill any of them, and he himself badly wounded after being nearly crushed to death by the Lummox that had almost killed his grandfather, Julian Jake knew time was quickly running out-
For everyone.
"Dammit," Julian hissed, pulling Ben along with him as he jumped over cover as the Lummox came back for another powerful blow, crushing the cover he had just been hidden behind. "Dammit!"
Reloading his shotgun was not a good idea- and besides, he didn't have the time nor the strength needed to withstand the recoil of the damn thing- it would probably kill him faster the Lummox, with the injuries he had at the moment. Julian had no other resource now- The Lummox could easily crush him and his staff in moments.
The Turks were moving forward. Tseng, Reno, and Rude were all over the Lummoxes, but it didn't look like they were doing much damage- the Lummoxes were stronger than they looked, and the only way for them to get any chance to kill even one and gang up on it.
Tseng shouted something that sounded like an order, but just as he raised his weapon, the Lummox slammed it's heavy scythe into his side, throwing him backward, into Reno. The both of them collided into the wall nearest Julian just as Rude also took a heavy swipe and collapsed.
Tseng's weapon lay at the Lummox's feet, and as Julian helped the now badly injured young Reno to his feet, Tseng took off for it, failing as the Lummox kicked him away, easily defeating him. Reno threw his Stunner at it, but it did little. Reno rushed to get Rude and barely made it back.
Julian tried using his communicator, but it only received static.
Beside him, the three injured Turks took cover, all three weaponless and all badly hurt. Tseng was quickly bleeding out from the slash in the middle of his chest from the Lummox's scythe, Rude was unconscious, and Reno sported several badly broken ribs and a huge gash on his arm.
"We gotta get out of here!" Reno called, "Call for backup, bossman!"
"I know!" Tseng snapped back.
"It's getting closer!"
Come on, Julian thought desperately, reaching for his shotgun and jumping out of cover even after Tseng made a grab for him and Reno shouted, "You nuts, yo?" over the roar of the Lummox,
Come on!
The echo of the shotgun was the last thing Julian Jake heard before it was all over.
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Angeal turned his head at the sound of the shotgun firing.
His brow furrowed at the deadly silence that followed.
"Oh, no," he said, glancing back at Sephiroth, "Julian-"
"We have to get Anderson first," Sephiroth answered, although he, too, looked concerned.
Anderson's "room" turned out to be an even bigger corridor, full of ornate items, papers, photographs, and even a few half-finished coffins bearing the names of to-be victims.
Zack Fair and Genesis Rhapsodos were among them.
"They couldn't have gotten far. But to be on the safe side, we're not splitting up this time," Sephiroth said, as he carefully examined the coffin with Genesis' name on it.
Surprisingly (besides the coffins, of course) the room looked just as Sephiroth imagined it. It was almost painstakingly clean flamboyant, and somewhat gaudy (much like Genesis' room used to be, Sephiroth realized with some apprehension).
The walls, however, were different.
They were a truly sick sight. There were photographs everywhere- like some disgusting shrine of the many victims- there had to be hundreds of them pasted everywhere. In every one of them, the victim was standing alone, hands behind his back, and smiling a forced smile.
Among them were photographs of Zack, Genesis, younger versions of Ben Adler, Daniel Marks, Marshall Willowstaff, and even some other familiar faces, like Julian Jake.
The photograph that caught Sephiroth's attention was one that stuck out slightly from the rest.
What he saw sickened and angered him.
Genesis had his back to the camera, but his head was strained back so he was staring into the camera with an uncertain, scared look. He was shirtless in the photograph, showing off the eerie, stark-white scar that read "SOLDIER" on his left shoulder.
On the back of the photograph, it was written:
My little SOLDIER poses for the camera.
Sephiroth crushed the photograph into a ball and threw it onto the ground, anger blurring his vision for a split second, until Angeal suddenly called out to him.
"Sephiroth... you'd better come see this."
Turning away from the wall, Sephiroth made his way to Angeal, who stood at a small recorder hooked up to an even smaller television. The screen was black and white, and the CD that Angeal held out read 'Genny/Zack- Interrogation.'
Sephiroth watched in horror, as Angeal's fists clenched.
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Shelton Anderson turned out to be a tall, gray-haired old man with cruel, beetle-black eyes that shined with unabashed malice. He wore a pure white turtleneck and new-looking, dark blue jeans, and standard-issue, highly polished, high-heeled combat boots. He wore white gloves.
The camera followed his swift movements.
"Tell me who you told!" Shelton ordered. His voice was booming threatening and loud, as if he were shouting through an amplified megaphone. It was also, however, deep and commanding- like the voice that had made both Zack and Genesis panic so easily at the sound of it.
Genesis, wearing nothing but the black leather bottoms to his uniform, is tied to a metal chair. His eyes are closed and his chest is heaving- as though he is having trouble breathing. His eyes, however, are defiant and strong. As Shelton leans down and forces him to look him in the eyes, Genesis spits at him.
Shelton heaves the chair with surprising strength, tossing Genesis to the floor.
"What did you do?" Shelton demands in a high-pitched scream.
"Go... to hell," Genesis snaps back between gasps of breath. "I'm... I'm not telling you... anything!"
Shelton grins sadistically. "Oh, you shall, regardless of if you want to or not."
Genesis spits at him again, and the camera goes black for a moment.
Tell-tale sounds of gasping, dark chuckles, and pained cries came a little while after.
The camera came back on a little while later, showing Anderson lying on top of Genesis, completely unclothed, on the ground. Genesis was still struggling to breathe, even as he tried unsuccessfully to force the man off of him.
"You really have grown up, Genny," Anderson said, quietly, "Looks like we need a little more... persuasion."
The camera darkened again as Genesis shouted something and a new, younger voice joined in.
"Come on," Anderson said, as the camera came back on. He was still on top of Genesis, but there was something going on- the way Genesis was staring proved it. "Maybe a little harder, Hatchet."
Zack cried out, pleading, just as Genesis cursed him.
The camera blacked out again.
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The Masamune easily slashed through the television, cracking the screen.
Sephiroth sheathed the sword just as Angeal placed his hand on the Buster Sword. Both men looked at each other, Angeal nodding in thanks and Sephiroth nodding the affirmative back.
"We're killing him," Angeal said as his fists clenched again. "Swear it, Seph."
Sephiroth nodded in agreement as he responded. "I swear it."
The two set off into the next room, leaving behind them the broken television set, a cracked CD, a mind full of images they would never be able to forget, and another reason to fight.
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