--Blood Spilt—
It was as if time stood still. The only thing letting Reno know that this was all real was feeling his pulse ring in his chest and head. He could feel his body tighten and the sweat from his forehead slowly drip down. He held his standard issue sword firmly. He defeated many enemies before, so why was this feeling of apprehension coming now, especially with him?
It was like it never happened at all. Reno rushed Yazoo and swung upwards to meet Yazoo's horizontal strike. Reno's power and hatred fused in that strike and left Yazoo vulnerable. A simple pierce through the chest, and it was over. No climactic ending. Reno was still waiting to realize that it was done. Yazoo was laying there, the man who caused him so much pain, with those same mocking eyes. They mocked Reno even in death, allowing him no pleasure in killing Yazoo.
This battle, was this what Reno wanted? All the training, the crying for vengeance, the sweat, the years lost, and it ended so simply? There was no final hurrah, no good ending to this story.
"I guess even those who left an impact on us can still die like ordinary men." Reno thought remembering Sephiroth.
Reno turned towards the others, who had seen his sudden actions to the white haired villian. His green eyes glowed through the contacts, a slight fear overcame him as the SOILDER army stared deeply at the man who had just slain yet another of Shin-Ra's experiments gone mad.
He took a deep breath and dropped the sword to the ground, his heart beating fast and his thoughts quickly fading to someone, someone he needed at that moment. Someone he wished could have witnessed the deed he'd just performed. He closed his eyes and smiled thinking of her face, her soft skin against his.
His thoughts were quickly interupted by a sudden stinging in his stomach. His eyes opened quickly as his hands grasped a shiny metal object now protruding from his middle. He let out a small groan before falling to the ground.
Yazoo had not been killed by a mere stab through the chest, he still provided enough energy to slay the man who had tried to put an end to the war. Yazoo laughed heartilly and tried to smile, but his life was fading quickly, his mind began to sway and his eyes closing slowly. He was falling, deep into the world of the dead.
Commanders Leonheart and Strife rushed forward towards the two men laying on the bloodstained grass.
"VanBraff, VanBraff?" Cloud yelled trying to wake Reno. He shook his head a little. "He's still breathing, get a medical tech out here NOW!"
Squall turned around and slowly kicked the body of the experiment. "He's gone…it's over." His dark brown eyes scanned the battlefield, much blood stained the ground and the people as well. He shook his head a little. "It's over."
Cloud nodded to Commander Leonheart and looked around awaiting the medical tech to come. "VanBraff…can you hear me?" He said leaning down. A slight groan escaped Reno as Squall approached him and removed the blade from his back. "VanBraff…you are going to be alright."