A/n: Ok, now for the eventful chapter that always follows the boring short
chapter. Whoopee! Enjoy, read and review please!
Disclaimer: Nothin' but the storyline is mine.
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"Sir, the big man put up a fight, but we got him restrained, he's out cold now. The girl is now in the interrogation room alone."
"Good, I'll be speaking to her myself." The confident young president said.
"But sir, she's dangerous; we've already sent three men to the infirmary because of her."
All he subconsciously wanted to do was see her again, alone. Just to be with her. "I'll be fine. Just open the damn door."
The soldier sighed. "Yes sir." He opened the door to let Rufus in and quickly shut it behind him.
Rufus casually walked to the figure standing toward the window, staring at the ominous Meteor outside.
"I already told you what I had to say." The female said coldly.
Rufus sat in a chair. "That was when the man with the gun arm was in the room. I know you have more to say to me, Ms. Lockheart." Rufus' mind was engulfed by the cold voice in his head.
"Why did you even come in here again? Oh I know, you've got the hots for this girl, eh? Heh, maybe I'll just do you a favor and order them to put her in your bedroom." The voice chuckled evilly.
Rufus' own voice answered back to the voice in his head. "Don't you even dare. You may have control most of the time, but I can still do something when you're not expecting it. I'm not afraid to shoot myself in the head, I've got nothing to lose, especially now."
The voice quieted.
Tifa decided to speak. "Rufus, I wanna know what happened to you. You aren't the same Rufus ShinRa I know."
His face gave her a cruel grin. "Oh? What makes me so different now?"
Tifa glared at him. "You're distant now. And what's with this Ms. Lockheart crap? You know me as Tifa."
He stood up and walked to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. She jerked away, but he gently pulled her back. He looked at her, knowing that she was the one thing he could never have, knowing that if she did stay here, his body would do something terrible to her. "Tifa, I haven't changed..." Suddenly his voice was working.
She listened patiently, waiting for him to finish his sentence eagerly. He sounded, for a moment, like he used to. "Yes?"
In his surprise, he lost his concentration and couldn't figure out how he won control for the two seconds he talked. He looked at her with remorse for what he'd already done.
"Well?"
He struggled, trying to finish. Finally he spoke, but it was the evil voice speaking, not Rufus.
"I want you." He pulled her into a forceful embrace, pushing his lips to hers, one arm holding her to him, the other wandering from her head, down her arm, continuing down her side.
She struggled in his grasp and pulled back. "You bastard..." She muttered, hardly believing the move he just pulled. She glared at him.
The blonde only stared at her, grinning evilly and licking his lips.
Tifa brought her hand high and proceeded to slap the grin right off his smug face.
Rufus caught her arm and forced it behind her back. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. What, you didn't enjoy our little kiss, Ms. Lockheart?" He whispered into her ear before kissing down her neck and stopping around her collarbone.
She struggled against him, pain shooting through her arm. "Let go. Now." She said firmly.
Rufus merely grinned cruelly into her slender neck and loosened her suspenders. He wrapped an arm around her and caressed her bare stomach.
Tifa grimaced as she got goose bumps, she struggled still. "I didn't want to do this, Rufus..." Her thoughts ended abruptly as she kicked her leg up high, boot connecting with the president's face. She hadn't kicked hard, just enough to make him back off.
He let go and stumbled backwards, holding his cheek. He chuckled. "You'll pay dearly for that." He said, calmly.
Tifa stared defiantly at him, clutching her arm.
Rufus stood up straight. "You and your friend will be executed at the end of the day."
The brunette paled as the feeling of cold betrayal washed over her. She shook her head. "He's gone. The real Rufus is gone." She said, closing her eyes and turning to face the window.
Rufus looked at the girl that had just given him a bruise, but bruised in a different way. The force overtaking him laughed coldly, the real Rufus reduced to a voice in his own head.
He walked out of the room, and ordered the guard to execute the prisoners.
"Yes sir." The soldier said, beginning to walk away.
"Wa...wait."
"Sir?"
"Ta...take th...is." The true Rufus was getting words to the surface. He struggled to hand him the key that unlocked the arm and leg shackles in the gas chamber. "D...Drop th...is... in fro...nt of ...h...er."
"Sir, are you all right? Why?"
"J...ust g...o!"
"Yes sir." The guard said and went out to ready the chamber.
The president leaned against the wall and slid to the floor. Head in hands, a horrible headache was forming. He didn't know how he did it; it was a true fight for control. His energy was gone, but the voice was still there, he could sense it. "I'm going to my office to rest, whether you like it or not." He told himself.
For once, the voice was silent.
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A tear made its way down Tifa's cheek. The thought of death frightened her, and even more so, considering she was sentenced by one she had once called friend. Why had he turned from one personality to a totally new and evil one? She just didn't understand it.
The door opened. "It's time." The guard said.
This time, Tifa didn't put up a fight. Beaten emotionally and mentally, she followed the soldier.
He put her in a chair and clamped the iron onto her arms and legs, making sure she couldn't move. He put the key into his pocket, then remembering Rufus' order, let it fall out when his hand pulled out, and let it drop soundlessly onto Tifa's boot. He walked over to the switchboard, turned on the poisonous gas and quickly left the room.
The frightened girl eyed her surroundings. The gas came out of tubes in intervals. She felt the heavy key on her foot. "What the...?" She thought, holding her breath. Excitedly, she shimmied the key to where she could grab it in her mouth and unlock the restraints. "I wonder if he was just that careless?" She asked to no one in particular. She turned off the gas on the switchboard. "Time to get out of here. I hope Barrett's all right."
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A/n: Ok, yes, yet another short chapter. But it was a bit more exciting than the last one. Hey! I updated a fic twice in one day! Yay! More emotion in the next chapter. Please review!
~Kage
Disclaimer: Nothin' but the storyline is mine.
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"Sir, the big man put up a fight, but we got him restrained, he's out cold now. The girl is now in the interrogation room alone."
"Good, I'll be speaking to her myself." The confident young president said.
"But sir, she's dangerous; we've already sent three men to the infirmary because of her."
All he subconsciously wanted to do was see her again, alone. Just to be with her. "I'll be fine. Just open the damn door."
The soldier sighed. "Yes sir." He opened the door to let Rufus in and quickly shut it behind him.
Rufus casually walked to the figure standing toward the window, staring at the ominous Meteor outside.
"I already told you what I had to say." The female said coldly.
Rufus sat in a chair. "That was when the man with the gun arm was in the room. I know you have more to say to me, Ms. Lockheart." Rufus' mind was engulfed by the cold voice in his head.
"Why did you even come in here again? Oh I know, you've got the hots for this girl, eh? Heh, maybe I'll just do you a favor and order them to put her in your bedroom." The voice chuckled evilly.
Rufus' own voice answered back to the voice in his head. "Don't you even dare. You may have control most of the time, but I can still do something when you're not expecting it. I'm not afraid to shoot myself in the head, I've got nothing to lose, especially now."
The voice quieted.
Tifa decided to speak. "Rufus, I wanna know what happened to you. You aren't the same Rufus ShinRa I know."
His face gave her a cruel grin. "Oh? What makes me so different now?"
Tifa glared at him. "You're distant now. And what's with this Ms. Lockheart crap? You know me as Tifa."
He stood up and walked to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. She jerked away, but he gently pulled her back. He looked at her, knowing that she was the one thing he could never have, knowing that if she did stay here, his body would do something terrible to her. "Tifa, I haven't changed..." Suddenly his voice was working.
She listened patiently, waiting for him to finish his sentence eagerly. He sounded, for a moment, like he used to. "Yes?"
In his surprise, he lost his concentration and couldn't figure out how he won control for the two seconds he talked. He looked at her with remorse for what he'd already done.
"Well?"
He struggled, trying to finish. Finally he spoke, but it was the evil voice speaking, not Rufus.
"I want you." He pulled her into a forceful embrace, pushing his lips to hers, one arm holding her to him, the other wandering from her head, down her arm, continuing down her side.
She struggled in his grasp and pulled back. "You bastard..." She muttered, hardly believing the move he just pulled. She glared at him.
The blonde only stared at her, grinning evilly and licking his lips.
Tifa brought her hand high and proceeded to slap the grin right off his smug face.
Rufus caught her arm and forced it behind her back. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. What, you didn't enjoy our little kiss, Ms. Lockheart?" He whispered into her ear before kissing down her neck and stopping around her collarbone.
She struggled against him, pain shooting through her arm. "Let go. Now." She said firmly.
Rufus merely grinned cruelly into her slender neck and loosened her suspenders. He wrapped an arm around her and caressed her bare stomach.
Tifa grimaced as she got goose bumps, she struggled still. "I didn't want to do this, Rufus..." Her thoughts ended abruptly as she kicked her leg up high, boot connecting with the president's face. She hadn't kicked hard, just enough to make him back off.
He let go and stumbled backwards, holding his cheek. He chuckled. "You'll pay dearly for that." He said, calmly.
Tifa stared defiantly at him, clutching her arm.
Rufus stood up straight. "You and your friend will be executed at the end of the day."
The brunette paled as the feeling of cold betrayal washed over her. She shook her head. "He's gone. The real Rufus is gone." She said, closing her eyes and turning to face the window.
Rufus looked at the girl that had just given him a bruise, but bruised in a different way. The force overtaking him laughed coldly, the real Rufus reduced to a voice in his own head.
He walked out of the room, and ordered the guard to execute the prisoners.
"Yes sir." The soldier said, beginning to walk away.
"Wa...wait."
"Sir?"
"Ta...take th...is." The true Rufus was getting words to the surface. He struggled to hand him the key that unlocked the arm and leg shackles in the gas chamber. "D...Drop th...is... in fro...nt of ...h...er."
"Sir, are you all right? Why?"
"J...ust g...o!"
"Yes sir." The guard said and went out to ready the chamber.
The president leaned against the wall and slid to the floor. Head in hands, a horrible headache was forming. He didn't know how he did it; it was a true fight for control. His energy was gone, but the voice was still there, he could sense it. "I'm going to my office to rest, whether you like it or not." He told himself.
For once, the voice was silent.
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A tear made its way down Tifa's cheek. The thought of death frightened her, and even more so, considering she was sentenced by one she had once called friend. Why had he turned from one personality to a totally new and evil one? She just didn't understand it.
The door opened. "It's time." The guard said.
This time, Tifa didn't put up a fight. Beaten emotionally and mentally, she followed the soldier.
He put her in a chair and clamped the iron onto her arms and legs, making sure she couldn't move. He put the key into his pocket, then remembering Rufus' order, let it fall out when his hand pulled out, and let it drop soundlessly onto Tifa's boot. He walked over to the switchboard, turned on the poisonous gas and quickly left the room.
The frightened girl eyed her surroundings. The gas came out of tubes in intervals. She felt the heavy key on her foot. "What the...?" She thought, holding her breath. Excitedly, she shimmied the key to where she could grab it in her mouth and unlock the restraints. "I wonder if he was just that careless?" She asked to no one in particular. She turned off the gas on the switchboard. "Time to get out of here. I hope Barrett's all right."
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A/n: Ok, yes, yet another short chapter. But it was a bit more exciting than the last one. Hey! I updated a fic twice in one day! Yay! More emotion in the next chapter. Please review!
~Kage