Chapter Five.
Left Aside to Die
Final fantasy VII Fan fiction.
no changes to this chapter, only spelling and grammar
Number 667.
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Silva walked slowly through the corridors of Shin-Ra HQ, it was midnight and all the workers had gone home, only the night staff and security remained. He walked slowly, his knee length black hair tied into a plait behind him. He took his shades from his head and placed them in his pocket as he opened a door, it led into a dark boardroom. he walked around the large oak table to the cabinet at the far side. pushing a small wire clip into it he undid the lock on the front and opened the drawer. searching thought the files he placed select ones upon the desk. a guard walked by slowly and noticed the door ajar. Silva turned swiftly as the guard entered and turned on the light. Silva had little time to react. Pulling his gun from its holster he fired, but the bullet killed the guard too late, he had already alerted security and suddenly the alarms were going haywire. Silva knew he had little time before more guards arrived so he randomly began to shove files in his rucksack. As he ran to the door a man appeared, his red hair wild around his face.
"Going somewhere?" the man pushed a tazor into Silva's ribs and he fell to the floor as his knees gave way. The man grabbed the files from his back and pushed the tazor into his neck. Silva fell at the man's feet. "Who are you?" The man stared at Silva who stared at the floor silently. A boot connected with Silva's ribs and he stumbled sideways slightly. "Who are you!" the man shouted again.
"Number 667..." The silence that followed Silva's silent and long drafted words felt like it lasted for eternity, eventually the man with red hair looked at Silva, Silva could see the reflection of the man's back in the large glass window in the corridor, it looked upon a neon metropolis. Silva smiled to himself as the man stepped forward.
"You Cannot be, they are all dead." Silva stood up, lifting the files with him and throwing them on his back.
"Well maybe, we are dead. Believe what you want, and we will believe what we want." Silva pushed the man aside suddenly and with a hail of bullets behind him he crashed through the window, falling fast to the metal floor below. The man shook his head out of the window and they all looked down at the figure as it soon became no more then an ant on the large landscape.
"What do we do now, Reno sir?" One of the guards asked.
"Pick him off the pavement. obviously." Reno replied smirking to himself. "he was no 666 subject, he was a mere obsessive shin-ra hater." The guards ran down the hallway quickly obeying his orders.
Silva had landed extremely heavily on a roof, he fell through the first four floors of the building until he came to land upon some black bin bags in the alley beneath the house, the bags exploded as he collided with them, the tenants of the houses looked down at the youth laying silent in the bin bags. a growl of disapprovement came from the still body that slowly shifted on the black bags. Silva lifted himself from the garbage and looked up at the hundreds of feet he had willingly jumped. he sighed and stretched.
"That hurt a hell of a lot more then i thought." he limped off down the alleyway, as the guards came bounding around the corner behind him to where the bin bags lay scattered around the alleyway. Pushing the rotten food and baby nappies aside with their rifles they searched their way into it, before soon discovering that the person was not there. The guards radio's hissed with the static as they scattered among the streets, Reno stood back on the top floor he was carefully looking through the cabinet to see what he had taken.
"Sir.." Reno turned to the guard who stood in the doorway. "He has escaped..."
"Escaped!" Reno slammed the cabinet draw shut. "But they are DEAD!" he yelled in an effort to reassure himself, "There is no possible way that they could all survive to be adults." Reno looked at one of the sheets of paper that lay on the floor like a pool of square white water, the lights bouncing off its surface. Reno picked it from the red carpet, looking through all the paragraphs slowly and carefully his eyes came to rest upon one line. 'Daughter of Shin-Ra rescued by Sephiroth after been ordered to execution, after the mutilation of officer Palmer.' Reno sucked upon his bottom lip as he placed the paper into his pocket. he walked out of the room slowly the guards following.
Silva covered himself as he lay in the back of the truck. it bumped and rocked as it left Midgar's cobbled streets and joined the one road out of Midgar, the tarmac was lined with street lights as it led into the darkness.
"Man that hurt." Silva said as he rubbed the back of his head gently.
"Was it worth it though?" the Driver said, glancing back at him momentarily. Mako eyes shone back.
"I bloody hope so." He sat up and rested his elbows upon the gap between the two seats. "If it wasn't I will join her myself on this silly death trip of hers." The driver laughed, pulling his cap from his head and throwing it behind him to Silva.
"Check stop up ahead, may do well to hide yourself." He said as they approached a toll booth that stretch across the road like a large centipede, each of its million legs a strand of neon lighting that ran down the side of the toll booth and to the floor.
"I don't think I have thanked you yet Arn," Silva said kicking his rucksack underneath the seat.
"No you haven't..." Arn replied laughing back. "And you still haven't told Lady Shin-Ra that I do not intend to return," He spoke as they sat in the queue that piled up beyond one of the checkpoints, the red lights upon the others followed by a dark empty booth.
"I cant find the right time, if you betray her, she will hunt you down and more then likely kill you."
"Betray her? she has betrayed US, she has promised for years that we will get our revenge, our fortune. and instead she gallivants around the world mindlessly murdering." He banged the steering wheel violently, Silva placed his hand on his friends shoulder. "I have a family Silva, a real family, that is all I ever wanted, and I will NOT let her take it from me, she is selfish."
"She found us all a cure..." Silva said calmly and Arn looked at the wheel sadly. "She got us the cure even though she knew that it was not potent enough to cure herself. and she did not tell us until after we had all recovered."
"She would not have taken it anyway. she enjoys her suffering." Arn hissed through clenched teeth. "She used to be like a sister to us all, I felt sympathy for her at one time, but now...nah, she isn't worth it." Silva looked at the car in front it was rusted and old, the registration had fallen off and dragged across the floor. "She is just some insane bitch who rather then spending her last days happy, decides to see how many people she can kill with herself. its all for attention."
"I am sure the last thing she wants is the attention. do you remember when we were kids? Sat in the cold metallic room, watching another of our brothers being cast aside, their corpses had no ceremony, they had no farewell, they were burnt...and burnt...and burnt...one after the other, we were kept in that cold room, as she was dragged back and forth, wires from every vein. we are, in some strange way, lucky that she was there. because if all that attention did not go upon her, where would we all be now?" Arn looked at Silva. "dead no doubt." Arn drove the van forward, one car from the booth. "She managed to free us, she escaped the attention we all might have wanted, we have to be loyal to her to a certain extent.." Arn laughed silently.
"We have to be loyal? Why are you giving me this speech Silva? you are not only half my age but if i remember rightly you are planning to STOP her from her rampage. if you was loyal would you not be helping her instead like all our silly brethren? There is SEVEN of us, minus me, that's six, minus you, that's five. one by one we will leave her Silva, and that is how it must be. we cannot follow her dreams while we forfeit our own...you know i am right..." Silva sighed as the car ahead of them was pushed through the booth by police, the man at its wheel stood helplessly as his car was taken away from him. Arn drove right past watching the man as he walked away with the New Shin-Ra police. the long strait road now in darkness as it cut into the heart of the continent.