Disclaimer: I do not own FF VII
Warnings: Angst, Blood, Goodbye, Short, Tissue and Violence/ Torture
Mindless Babble:
White. Blinding white and deep red were the only colors to exist in this world. The fluid scarlet covered the cold steel table the body laid upon, dripping to the sterile colorless floor. It stained the white robes of the people who seemed to be moving in slow motion around the comfortless bed. A geyser of crimson drenched the screaming machines, causing them to shriek even louder and faster. Blood blended with loose strands of hair that were already plastered to the wraith like face with sweat, making it seem as if the twin slashes beneath closed eyes were so much longer. The rest of the body was no longer the alabaster white now being clothed in a vestige of liquid ruby.
The world was suddenly plunged into a globe of water. Sound faded to a dull thrumming, distant in the background. Movements became slow and sluggish, fighting to progress through air that was thick with tension, fear and pain. The white faded into a dull grey as shadows crept in, sensing the loss of light in the soul that had always been surrounded in darkness yet still shone brightly. A dark presence remained unseen but close by, bidding it's time.
Orbs of aqua were slowly revealed as eyelids struggled to move. Eyes that, at once, had seen too much and were yet too young focused on the three that stood above him. Nothing else was real but for those three who were separated only by a single pane of clear glass. Split and bloodied lips moved, but the sound was eaten away. It didn't matter though. They would understand.
The white devoured the blue green, the dark presence faded taking with it the only light that mattered.