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"..- And at three thousand kilometers, the engine
had started choking up on the altitude, and started to drop like a rock.
Only seventeen at the time, I was sure I was dead, you know? At the same
time, it had to be the most ultimate rush I'd ever experienced at the
time. Not quite as dangerous as the barn catching fire, like I told you
about earlier, but flying out over the ocean with no one realizing I had
gone... Well, it wasn't all that attractive. Dropped almost half the distance
before-"
The sky outside was beginning to lighten as Cid
stood over Reno, ice on the lump on his head, the almost listless eyes
of his captive glaring at him. He'd managed to get three more cups of
tea and a serving of lasagna into him, but he'd refused to let him sleep.
He was positive Reno was going to go mad before he got his information.
It almost made him feel bad. Almost, but not quite. It was actually just
slightly elating. After all, how many every day pilots could snap a professional?
Not to mention with the fourth cup of tea he
was slowly pouring in to him, he'd have to empty that bladder of his sooner
or later. He was a bit unsure if the man would wet himself rather than
give up information. Looked like he was going to find out.
"- And the engine had apparently run out of fuel,
the monitor I'd set on it had been used to monitor car fuel levels, which,
considering they're ground vehicles, always have a pretty steady fuel
level. Not at all designed for planes with an engine that would move in
any direction with the plane, resulting in the fuel being spread all around
the tank. The monitor has shorted out, as I later found out. So there
I was, twenty-five hundred feet up in the air over rock cliffs and out
of gas.-"
He could, un like other people he'd come across,
think and talk of his experiences on separate levels. His voice, despite
the herbal tea he had switched to several hours ago, was beginning to
go horse, and Reno was blinking less and less.
He paused again, during his retelling of his
adventures with another test plane, Aurora V. Not five, just V, named
after the first girl he'd ever had a crush on. The same girl who left
him because he couldn't stop talking about flight. But that was another
story unto itself. He was draining his teacup once more, when it reached
his ears. A mere whisper, but it was definitely something. He lowered
his cup and watched Reno's lips move, barely a breath passing them.
"Eh? Say again?" He leaned a little closer, looking
at him curiously. The fogged over eyes, his head still back against the
back of the chair. But at his question, the lips sealed tight and he squeezed
his eyes shut. Blast, something finally slipped from Reno, likely something
he needed to know, and he'd missed it.
But it meant he'd broken through. He hoped anyway.
He forced out a jovial tone through his aching throat, reaching up and
prying Reno's eyes open again.
"Ah-Ah, didn't your mother ever tell you to look
at a person who's talking to you? Pay attention, boy, you might learn
something! Now. Where was I.. Oh dear, I seem to have lost my place. Guess
I'll have to start all over from the beginning."
Reno groaned softly and his expression weakened,
another whisper slipping past his lips, beckoning Cid to come closer,
and he would tell all. He complied, leaning closer to the obviously mentally
ill man, tilting his ear towards his mouth and resting a hand on his shoulder.
What could he do in this state?
One thing, apparently.
"SUCK COCK, YOU CRAZY FUCKING BASTARD!"
Unlike Cid, Reno hadn't been doing any talking
through the night, and had a perfectly functioning throat and vocal cords
as he screamed into his captor's ear, his resolve and cold hard eyes cleared
and ever defiant. There was nothing and no one that was going to steal
from him what he was out to achieve.
Cid stumbled back, holding his ear tightly, head
ringing, and he snarled.
"Insolent little whelp!"
The back of Cid's fist slammed into Reno's cheek,
knuckles biting into his sickly pale skin. Still wincing in pain from
the yell, he caught the chair before it could fall again, as Reno had
tried to escape again. He dragged the chair down onto its back and placed
a boot hard against his chest, and a knee on the floor beside his head.
"Tell me, god damn you!"
"Eat shit and die, fucktard!" Reno hawked and
spat a glob of phlegm up against his captors face. Woops, too much. It
hit and came stringing back down onto his own face. He didn't even flinch,
just let his grin speak for itself, before he was hit across the face
again.
"I hope you know, I don't usually hit women,
but in your case, I'll make an exception!" He pulled back his fist, rubbing
the knuckles a bit, and wiping his face off. The last blow had the redhead
spitting blood from his lip.
"I hope you crash into a mountain in that goddamned
glider, impale yourself on the rocks, and have a long, drawn out death!"
Reno yelled back at him, boozy mind latching onto some of the information
it had been force fed through the night.
"Fuck you!" Cid yelled, finding his fist in the
Turk's face again, breaking the nose. He felt the bone slide and jolt
upwards under his hand. He'd broken it and he was going to kill him with
his own bone, by driving the thin bone spike up into his brain. What's
better than a Turk at your door? A dead one.
Reno was going to die. It struck him like a car
hitting a chikobo. He screamed one word that he'd ever wanted on his dying
lips. His goal, as it was apparently going to be unachieved forever.
"REEVE!"
And that was it. The searing pain remained a
searing pain. It didn't decrease and it didn't rise. The bone stopped
moving and the pressure to his face and chest was removed. Cid wandered
over to the sink and washed off his hands, chuckling.
"Figured that would work. No one to be loyal
to other than yourself now. Those conditions of yours must have broken
down under all that alcohol. Who's Reeve, hmm?" He spoke, a tone of triumph
in his voice as he brought a wet, warm cloth back to his floored captive,
up-righting him once more and wiping him down. He'd call the doctor in
a few minutes. A broken nose left unattended was rarely a good thing.
"Fuck! You fucking piece of shit! Fuck you! Fucking
Fu- MPH!" Reno was unable to finish his sentence as he was effectively
gagged by a damp towel practically being shoved down his throat. Cid grimaced
slightly.
"Well, now you have permission to shut the hell
up. You can tell me later, after I have the doctor come and look at you.
Now be a good boy," And Cid grinned at this, because he knew it was going
to be impossible for him to do otherwise, "And don't go anywhere." And
headed for the door, smiling with a warm feeling of satisfaction as he
heard the muffled hells and screams of the man being left behind him.
Yes, life was still too good to be so carelessly
thrown away. If he'd ended it when he couldn't return to space, he never
would've experienced this. The doctor was unsettled with actually diagnosing
someone with such a reputation, but under Cid's stern glare, and holding
of the very angry redhead, it was delt with fairly well. It'd take a few
weeks before the bone structure healed again, but he'd be fine in the
end.
Provided he actually told Cid what he wanted
to know. He'd made it very apparent to both of them that he may have to
call the doctor back over the next few days, if something happened 'accidentally'.
He got the doctor to look his bump over as well, and Reno's health in
general. It wasn't a completely clean bill of health, but it was about
as good as he expected. And to following the doctors orders, he finally
allowed Reno to sleep. Still tied to the chair, but he gave him a break.
Even moved him to a different room. On his back with a pillow under his
head and hands. Not comfortable, but suitable. He'd plainly told Reno
he wasn't going to let him go until he got all he wanted to know.
He had a feeling the nest week was going to
prove interesting.
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