Never Knew You
Part Four
Notes: Okay, people. This is the part that scares me. The part that's been waiting rather impatiently to be written. Here's where the blood/gore comes in. Again, you were warned...
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Hojo loomed dangerously over Vincent's shaking form. Cid tried to think of something to help his friend. "HEY!"
Hojo stopped and looked over at the pilot.
&^%$. "Get away from him, you mother-@#$%er!!"
Hojo smiled evilly and complied. Only now he came to stand over Cid. "I must say, I admire your courage above all else..."
Vincent opened his eyes and looked over, still trembling, but trying to compose himself. He had to get Highwind out of here. Before...
Hojo's arm reached beside the metal table Cid was on, and came back holding a sharp scalpel. He held it at arm's length, and watched the horror spread on Cid's face as it glistened unnaturally in the lamplight.
"Except maybe one thing..." he continued, "Those pretty, sky blue eyes you have."
Cid stared incomprehensively at the instrument in the scientist's hand. He couldn't be serious...But he was! He had done this already to Vincent!
Vincent's eyes widened. Hojo was going to...NO! His mind was spinning! He couldn't let this happen, yet he was helpless to prevent it!
Hojo chuckled. This was all a game to him. It always had been, even when he had altered Vincent. He now moved to stand between the two tables, looking back and forth at each.
"But now I can't decide where to start..."
He played this act for a few moments, taking his time, unnerving the imprisioned pair. Finally, he decided to get down to business. He returned to his place beside Cid.
"You win." he said simply, before swinging the scalpel down to the pilot's right arm.
Cid winced, before he realized that the weapon had missed him. No, not missed. Hojo hadn't intended to cut him. At least not yet. He was cutting the fabric of his jacket sleeve. What for??
Hojo cut the entire sleeve of the jacket off. The light blue fabric fell to the tiled floor as a silence prevaded the room. The brunette locked his cocky gaze with Cid's frightened one.
"Just trying to test the knife," he narrowed his eyes with a smile, making him look all the more malicious.
Cid gasped as Hojo plunged the scalpel deep into his arm. He winced and bit back a cry. Hojo dragged the knife along the inside of the pilot's arm, creating a deep gash running from shoulder to elbow. Then he leaned in, so his face was inches from Cid's. "Is that shap enough, do you think?"
"You mother-@#$%ing, piece of @#$%ing *&^%!" Cid yelled.
This only made his captor's smile greater. "Maybe not."
He traced along the gash with the scalpel, like an artist doodling a picture. Then he plunged in again, right next to the first wound, and repeated the act, only stopping short of the elbow to about mid-arm. "Is that better?"
Cid tried to curse again, but all that came out was a choked gasp. He looked at his arm. It was bleeding profusely. These were serious wounds that Hojo was inflicting as easily as a scrape with a fingernail. He felt faint. Was he loosing too much blood...?
Vincent watched this entire scene in utter horror. He had to do something! But he couldn't even move. He had been paralyzed by his own fear. What could he do?
Then it hit him...There was something he could do to save them both...But could he do it?
Hojo brought the scalpel, now covered with blood, close to Cid's face. The pilot's body stiffened. Sadistically, Hojo ran the non-bladed side of the knife along the blond's face, smearing him with his own blood. Cid definately felt as if he was going to lose conciousness.
Tears ran down Vincent's pale face. He couldn't take his eyes off the scene before him. If he lived through this, he'd never forget the pure terror in Cid's eyes. He tried to concentrate on the one thing that could save them...
"Well," Hojo was the only one who could speak at the moment, "Enough playing around. Shall we...pardon the pun...CUT to the chase?"
He was the only one, of course, who found his humor amusing.
Cid's stomach churned. No! This wasn't real! It ws a nightmare. He was going to...cut out his eyes?! Even if he survived this ordeal...
...He'd never fly again.
"*&^%!!!!!" he yelled in utter frustration and fear.
"Well noted," Hojo laughed, "But not convincing enough to stop operation."
Vincent wondered why Hojo had taken such a facination with Cid. He figured it was himself the scientist was after. Out to finish what he had started. So why was he doing this to Highwind?
This was it. It was now or never. And Vincent couldn't bear to think of never. He felt the wings of Chaos start to emerge from his back. The pain was unbearable!
The brunette lowered the knife to rest on the cheek below Cid's left eye. The cold metal made him shiver uncontrolablly. Both hands were clenched into fists beneath the restraints, yet that did nothing to steady his shaking.
The scalpel peirced the skin...
Vincent screamed.
Part Four
Notes: Okay, people. This is the part that scares me. The part that's been waiting rather impatiently to be written. Here's where the blood/gore comes in. Again, you were warned...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hojo loomed dangerously over Vincent's shaking form. Cid tried to think of something to help his friend. "HEY!"
Hojo stopped and looked over at the pilot.
&^%$. "Get away from him, you mother-@#$%er!!"
Hojo smiled evilly and complied. Only now he came to stand over Cid. "I must say, I admire your courage above all else..."
Vincent opened his eyes and looked over, still trembling, but trying to compose himself. He had to get Highwind out of here. Before...
Hojo's arm reached beside the metal table Cid was on, and came back holding a sharp scalpel. He held it at arm's length, and watched the horror spread on Cid's face as it glistened unnaturally in the lamplight.
"Except maybe one thing..." he continued, "Those pretty, sky blue eyes you have."
Cid stared incomprehensively at the instrument in the scientist's hand. He couldn't be serious...But he was! He had done this already to Vincent!
Vincent's eyes widened. Hojo was going to...NO! His mind was spinning! He couldn't let this happen, yet he was helpless to prevent it!
Hojo chuckled. This was all a game to him. It always had been, even when he had altered Vincent. He now moved to stand between the two tables, looking back and forth at each.
"But now I can't decide where to start..."
He played this act for a few moments, taking his time, unnerving the imprisioned pair. Finally, he decided to get down to business. He returned to his place beside Cid.
"You win." he said simply, before swinging the scalpel down to the pilot's right arm.
Cid winced, before he realized that the weapon had missed him. No, not missed. Hojo hadn't intended to cut him. At least not yet. He was cutting the fabric of his jacket sleeve. What for??
Hojo cut the entire sleeve of the jacket off. The light blue fabric fell to the tiled floor as a silence prevaded the room. The brunette locked his cocky gaze with Cid's frightened one.
"Just trying to test the knife," he narrowed his eyes with a smile, making him look all the more malicious.
Cid gasped as Hojo plunged the scalpel deep into his arm. He winced and bit back a cry. Hojo dragged the knife along the inside of the pilot's arm, creating a deep gash running from shoulder to elbow. Then he leaned in, so his face was inches from Cid's. "Is that shap enough, do you think?"
"You mother-@#$%ing, piece of @#$%ing *&^%!" Cid yelled.
This only made his captor's smile greater. "Maybe not."
He traced along the gash with the scalpel, like an artist doodling a picture. Then he plunged in again, right next to the first wound, and repeated the act, only stopping short of the elbow to about mid-arm. "Is that better?"
Cid tried to curse again, but all that came out was a choked gasp. He looked at his arm. It was bleeding profusely. These were serious wounds that Hojo was inflicting as easily as a scrape with a fingernail. He felt faint. Was he loosing too much blood...?
Vincent watched this entire scene in utter horror. He had to do something! But he couldn't even move. He had been paralyzed by his own fear. What could he do?
Then it hit him...There was something he could do to save them both...But could he do it?
Hojo brought the scalpel, now covered with blood, close to Cid's face. The pilot's body stiffened. Sadistically, Hojo ran the non-bladed side of the knife along the blond's face, smearing him with his own blood. Cid definately felt as if he was going to lose conciousness.
Tears ran down Vincent's pale face. He couldn't take his eyes off the scene before him. If he lived through this, he'd never forget the pure terror in Cid's eyes. He tried to concentrate on the one thing that could save them...
"Well," Hojo was the only one who could speak at the moment, "Enough playing around. Shall we...pardon the pun...CUT to the chase?"
He was the only one, of course, who found his humor amusing.
Cid's stomach churned. No! This wasn't real! It ws a nightmare. He was going to...cut out his eyes?! Even if he survived this ordeal...
...He'd never fly again.
"*&^%!!!!!" he yelled in utter frustration and fear.
"Well noted," Hojo laughed, "But not convincing enough to stop operation."
Vincent wondered why Hojo had taken such a facination with Cid. He figured it was himself the scientist was after. Out to finish what he had started. So why was he doing this to Highwind?
This was it. It was now or never. And Vincent couldn't bear to think of never. He felt the wings of Chaos start to emerge from his back. The pain was unbearable!
The brunette lowered the knife to rest on the cheek below Cid's left eye. The cold metal made him shiver uncontrolablly. Both hands were clenched into fists beneath the restraints, yet that did nothing to steady his shaking.
The scalpel peirced the skin...
Vincent screamed.