Uprising Midgar
The car had finally come to a halt, though I was nervous to emerge, the Soldier inc. wasn't exactly the best place in the city for the people. You didn't exactly want to end up here if you were forced to, most people who did, never came out, or even the few that did, you could never talk to. One man still sits in his home doing nothing but moaning, every so often the words 'Reunion' would slide out, but the rest was nothing but moans. That thing we called a president tortures people who go against him, and there was really nothing we could do about it. He owned the worlds power and military, so standing up against him was like a mouse trying to take down a bear.
I slid out of the car and began to walk towards the tall building. Thousands of windows aligned perfectly in rows leading all the way above the clouds. I tried to turn around to see the man from the car, but he hadn't emerged. Instead, after the two soldiers had followed me out, the car door shut and drove off. Annoyed, I continued on my way into the building at gun point. They led me up flights of stairs, I was curious as to why they hadn't just used the elevator. Because the climb up the stairs felt like it had taken hours. I didn't say anything though. By the time we had reached our destined floor, I looked up at the flights of stairs that continued up the building and into the shadows. I sighed relief that I wouldn't be climbing them, but in that small moment of satisfaction I had hesitated, and paid for my hesitation with a couple jabs in the back.
"MOVE!" the man snapped behind me. I felt my forehead crinkle up as I narrowed my eyes in anger, but I continued, telling myself how this would pay off, even if it meant my life. It was quiet in the hallway, I listened to their boots pat the ground as we headed into a darkened hall. We passed tiny windows aligned in a row guarded with bars, and every so often a little bit of moaning could be heard from some of the prisoners. This was no place I wanted to stay at, it was creepy. I could hear laughing from a crazed prisoner as I passed cell 643, then we stopped a couple of doors after, at door 650. The perverted guard stepped ahead of us and used his keys to open the solid metal door. Then the other brought me inside. I turned around and stared at them with one of my most serious "I'm going to kill you" faces. I only got that face, when they were really going to die, either at the hands of myself or some other force. The pervert gave a curious face, and the door was slammed shut. A slight click at the handle told me that they had locked the door, then after it, came the descending sound of their footsteps as they made there way away from my cell.
I knew I was going to be there for a while. I had a small feeling that this whole business was over that strange materia I had found. To me, it was pretty useless…hell, I didn't know how to use it. But I remember it well, that black pearly materia that gave off a glow like it had been dipped in mako. I had expected it to be something special, but I gave up after trying to use it, then gave it to Tifa to hold onto until I wanted to try again, although that was highly doubtful. I remember her telling me that she was going to put it into the hidden room in her tavern. That stupid room where she and her strange friends hung out calling themselves AVALANCH. Tifa had even offered if I wanted to join, considering Max was pretty into it, but I declined, I only used these hands of mine to strangle the life out of the bastards of shinra.
My attention turned back to the cold cell I was placed in. Nothing but a bed and a toilet, which I dared not to use. Shells of deceased cockroaches aligned the rusted seat of the toilet, and the bed was covered in dust and dead spiders accompanied by their last prey. So, I leaned against the wall and placed my hands into my pockets. I froze as one of my hands ran into a piece of paper. I pulled it out and my eyes widened as I saw a picture of Tifa, Max and I. We all held giant grins on our faces, and we were standing in front of the ocean. Max stood in the center, his arms wrapped around Tifa and I, dragging us next to him. That was such a happy time…before I moved to Midgar. I had lived in Costa del sol, across the ocean from Midgar, and only a boat ride from Junon. I had been offered a job for shinra, and at the time, it seemed like a really good deal, as a matter of fact, I was really excited. It was rare to be offered a job in shinra. But after actually moving here I found it was a job as a Turk, and at first I was hesitant, but I ended up declining. A turks job was to do the 'dirty work' of shinra, and they found my skills as a ninja useful. Believe it or not, I was actually trained in the martial arts and by professional ninja's at that. It may sound strange, but I had taken a vacation to Wutai, where I learned these skills.
My mind wandered back to the picture, I began to think about the time when Tifa had first moved to Midgar from Nebelheim. I felt kinda bad. I was living in section 3, and she had moved to section 7, so I moved a bit closer into section 6. I, honestly, didn't even want her to move here, I told her it was a horrible place to live, but she didn't listen, her excuse was that she was waiting for someone she knew, who was working in SOLDIER. I was confused when she had told me this. She had never mentioned anything about a SOLDIER that she knew. But I wasn't the one to pry into other's business. I folded the picture back up and slid it back into my pocket.
"Damnit Max, why'd you go and start the Rebellion before Tifa and I got back." I mumbled under my breath. My head faced towards the wall I was leaning against as I heard whispers in the cell next to mine.
"…stupid…….shinra……way!" Most of the sentence was muffled by the wall, but I pressed my ear against the wall to hear more. Though I stopped, what was I doing? It was none of my business, and it was probably just a babbling idiot. My eyes lowered to the floor, I was really bored. It would be nice to talk to someone, even that moron Barret. Tifa's buddy, and leader of AVALANCH, yet the only words you could really get out of his mouth were swearing and grunts.
"They're taking too long!" I groaned. I knew that they had to come sooner or later, but the fact was that I wanted them to come now. I hated having to wait.
Finally, after several hours, the click of the door being unlocked rang in the air, and I thrusted my head up from my daydreaming as the door slowly opened. A tall slender man walked in. He had long very dark brown hair and a young face on him like he was in his early twenty's. Two new members of SOLDIER were behind him, holding stern faces as he entered. The man cut straight to the point, "Where is it?" he snapped. I didn't quite understand what he meant, but I showed no signs of confusion. And when I didn't answer he repeated himself, "Where is it?" only with a bit more frustration.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I snapped half-lying. He rushed up next to me and pulled out his pistol.
"The president has become quite annoyed with you, he wants it, and he wants it now! So where is it?!" He said cocking the gun and aiming it straight into my forehead. I stared at him, showing absolutely no signs of expression. And he snarled, he quickly pulled his gun away and shot down one of the guards. I knew what he was…a Turk…and I knew that if the president was sending them to get information out of me, it would lead to torture, and if I told…death.
He pulled out a cigarette and lit it with his lighter. Then he puffed on it once and looked at me. "The black materia…where is it." He said cooly, even gaining a small grin as if enjoying the thought of giving me pain. I knew how these people worked, after all, I was asked to become one of them. So I gave a grin and responded in a calm, cool voice.
"I don't know…what is it?"
His eyebrow twitched, but he held his grin. I figured what might come next, but knowing them, you could never really tell. He took another puff of his cigarette, then snatched my arm. He then looked at me as he put it out in my flesh. But I didn't even flinch, I was use to pain. You could set me on fire and I would just die without feeling a thing. His grin wiped off his face at this, but not for long. It quickly came back, and he threw the butt onto the floor, then headed out of the door, stepping over the lifeless corpse of the soldier. "I will get it!" he smiled, the soldier behind him was sweating through his clothes, I could almost smell it. But without a word the Turk left and the soldier dragged the body away, then came back and shut the door, locking it again. I looked at my arm, which was burnt and held a small patch of ashes. I knew that this would take longer than expected.
