AN: If you know me, I write mainly humor. Now, I have been requested to write angst. I know, how can Sapphire, writer of LMAO turk humor, write angst? Well, I'm not one to back down, so I'll do it.
Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII, that would be Square-Enix.
To you, Stradivari, I didn't forget!
Oh yes, and it's turk angst too.
It wasn't an easy job being a turk.
Elena was a cold, emotionless killer, no matter what.
Her target backed against a wall, she'd looked at them with cold eyes, and pull the trigger. She'd watch with that same emotionless mask as blood spattered the walls, the ground, her. And when she was sure her target was dead, she'd slowly lower her gun, give a look of remorse, and walk away.
'Poor little target.' She think, sounding very harsh. But, she didn't care, it was her job.
She'd go home, look in the mirror, see the uniform she was so proud to wear, and start cleaning it.
Yet, no matter how many times she cleaned and scrubbed at her turk uniform, the blood just wouldn't go away.
Yes, she couldn't see it, but it was still there, for she was stained. All the turks were.
What was scary was, she liked it.
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Tseng seemed to be made of glass, the way he acted.
He didn't like the action really. He'd rather work on paperwork, and do errands for President Rufus.
And he would look at the young president, and put on that fake smile, and nod. Let his smile be his mask, for a puppet can't have any real emotions.
That's what he was. A puppet. A puppet of Shinra.
But what scared him was, he liked it.
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Reno was quite the joker, but under his lighthearted exterior was a ruthless killer.
He would grin, shoot like a madman, and then laugh.
Elena called him mad, Rude called him mad, Tseng called him mad, though they were probably just joking. Probably.
But he wasn't.
Sure, maybe one say he'd give in to his darker emotions, but for now...
He had a date with a large bottle of beer.
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Rude was the silent one, choosing to talk with his fists instead.
No one would have ever thought he'd fall in love with the enemy.
But, he liked to hide his emotions. Never speaking, always hiding his eyes behind those glasses...
He thinks he's fooling everyone, but who is he kidding?
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And, at that moment, all four turks looked in their mirrors, and at their eyes.
There, right around the pupil, was a green circle.
Mako. They had been injected with mako. The creation of Shinra, apparently supposed to help people. Each member of Shinra was showered in it, or injected. Some more than others.
And it said to everyone who looked them in the eye...
'Property of Shinra Inc.'
There were lines on the mirror, lines of her face.
She pretended not to notice, she was caught up in the race.
He was too tired to make it.
She was too tired to fight about it.
Life in the fastlane.
-Life in the Fastlane by The Eagles. (I think...)
AN: Dangit. The angst level isn't that high, but it's dark right? This good Stradivari?
Oh yes, review please!
...You know, this wasn't even that long...
