Life and Death

By emerald drake

Disclaimer: Not.own.single.bit.of.final.fantasy.seven. Get.that.through.your.head.

AN: I was about to abandon this fic, actually, but then I was inspired by one, single review. That's how much every word of feedback means to me . sorry it took so long, if anyone is waiting for it…

I'm sorry if it's OOC. Feel free to tell me if so.

RR please, suggestions and critiscm is welcome; please review! It would really encourage me to write!

" Fate leads the willing, and drags along those hang back."

- Seneca (4? B.C.-A.D. 65)

Chapter 2: Sors Imanis, et Inanis

Pain.

Pain ran through every nerve of my body, wreaking havoc throughout my system. The spikes inside the cuffs of my chains dug into my wrists and ankles, pierced into my flesh, dripping blood relentlessly to the rough stone floor. Dried blood caked along my arms and feet. The foul stench of blood and unclosing wounds filled the dank cell. But that was the least of my pains.

I eased from my crouching position, and settled on the floor, my back resting against the wall. I hissed as pain shot up into my spine. The bloody wall was rough too, and sharp edges scraped my back.

I felt that annoying tingling sensation in my head. The sensation turned into throbbing, and I knew it was coming.

A barrage of thoughts washed over my mind. Not my own thoughts, though, but others. They invaded into my mentality with screams and wails. I gasped, as I fell down to my knees, ignoring the ache that pierced through my limbs. It was overwhelmed by the mind-numbing sensation of mental torture.

Thoughts pushed into my head one after another, creating a wave of nauseating ache that surpassed every kind of torture possible. I'd rather be pounded to bits and woven through the Wheel.

'Is that so?' A faint voice echoed in the chamber. He chuckled. I didn't answer. Answering would only provide to his enjoyment. I clutched my head as more voices surged into it. A laugh full of malice followed.

'Correct, fallen one,' He spoke, his voice dripping with amusement. 'Now then, I shall leave to your misery. I have some torture appointments to attend to.' He cackled maniacally to his own joke and disappeared. Waves torturous pain emanated from my core. My head throbbed. My arms and legs were streaked with blood and the damned spikes stabbed in to my bruised and bleeding wrists and ankles, making dark blood flow free.

"The gods have so spun the thread for wretched mortals that they must live in pain"

-Homer (c. 10th-8th C. B.C.) -Iliad

AN:

This must have been the shortest chapter written in history! (okay, I'm exaggerating, but you have to admit it's short…) I'm really sorry… I can't bring myself to write longer. I'm bothered….

Glossary:

Sors imanis, et Inanis- Latin- "Fate, monstrous and empty"

The Wheel- a type of medieval torture device. The idea is to strip the victim naked, then pound their bones to smithereens, avoiding the vital parts. Then the person is 'woven' through the spokes, and then propped outside in the hot or cold weather where he/she would rot there in pain.