Well, mesa back! I told you I would be! Didn't I? I thought I did... anywayz here's chapter 6, Yazoo's second escape attempt and some serious explaining. A big shout out to all the lovely reviewers! You guys are the best. Hope y'all enjoy!
Chapter VI
The door was unlocked. He hadn't heard the key click. They wouldn't do something that stupid, unless... he swallowed. Unless the test was still on. They'd left it open because he'd been stupid enough to question. He'd asked if he'd failed. He should've known. She had him trapped ... of course he'd failed. And he should have seen that and kept his mouth shut.
Loz and Kadaj would've made him shut up.They would've given him a warning. That was, of course, if the question came out at all. Because his speech had been bad back then, and fright made it worse. But they would've warned him anyway. On his own for one test and already he'd made a mistake that would cost him. He wanted his brothers, but they weren't here. Only big brother, who was with them. And it was big brother who'd make him complete this test. Either way.
He ran.
Out the door, into the blissfully empty hall. Though they were probably wearing him down, it was still a relief not to have to fight just yet. Down the stairs, stumbling on the leg of whatever he was wearing. He collected himself quickly and started running again, ignoring the pain shooting through his body. Heavy footsteps signaled the chase was on.
This place was smaller then he remembered. The path from his cell to the exit should have been longer. Had he taken a wrong turn somewhere and come across a different exit? Not a chance.
Several people stood up when he entered the room. He vaguly recognised some of them, but didn't dwell on it. The fact they were blocking the path to the exit was the more pressing problem. He backed a step, and narrowly avoided big brother. Several people seemed to take big brother's appearance as the cue to move.
They lunged at him. He moved.
Fighting was like dancing. You moved, the other moved, together, completely in time with each other, the music the rhythm of your pounding heart. And you stared into the hollow, souless eyes and knew what would happen if you slipped up in this dance. Cool marble fingers, white as snow, draw blood as the tempo increases. Movements become faster, almost crazed, if crazy can be graceful. Red drops fall as bloody rain, staining the dance floor.
And then stone cold hands grab you once again, and the tempo slows. You stop, the other stops. The dance has ended, but on neither's terms. It just ends. And, curteously, the other bows to you before leaving. And leaves you standing in a shower of your own blood falling.
White hot pain seared his lungs with every breath he forced. He was hanging limp, with a pair of think arms holding him upright.
"Jeezus kid, how many times we got to do this?" The voice sounded quite close to his right ear. Harsh sounding and male. He flinched, and slowly forced his head to turn, peering at the man through his hair. The man's face was square, with a heavy jaw and deep-set eyes. He didn't look like one of them. Then, neither did big brother. None of them did, really. But that didn't mean they weren't.
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Yazoo had tried again. Although this time the attempt didn't seen half as crazied. It seemed ... like he'd only done it because he had been expected to do it. He hadn't even seemed to want to do it. Though that hadn't stopped him from fighting. That hadn't stopped him from endangering people. Particularly Marlene and Denzel. Barret and Tifa had made sure that neither child was hurt.
And Cid had caught a violently struggling Yazoo.
He sighed and swung his gaze onto the blonde pilot, and was amazed to see him forcing the boy to sit on a chair. The feline eyes were wide with panic. He sighed and spun around to face the group, ordering them to sit down.
It was time they talked things through.
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Yazoo was hard to get information out of. Simply because sometimes he seemed to forget how to form words. He'd open his mouth and then stop. He look at them warily whenever this happened, before trying again.
He explained that he thought he was at a lab, and about the experiments and the scientists, staring stubbornly at his knees the whole time. By the time his soft voice had stopped, Cloud felt sick. And judging by many of the faces surrounding him, many of the others did too.
Tifa was the first to move, walking up to the boy and holding out her hand to touch his face. He drew back, but paused once her hand had cupped his chin. She was looking at him the same way she looked at Cloud. Not as a child, but as a person in need of guidance. Or a smack upside the head.
"You're nowhere like that now. You're in a bar in the Midgar slums. And we're not going to hurt you. We don't hold with that. You're not going to have to go back," here, she paused smiling at him. "Now, do you want something to eat? You look like you haven't eaten in a while"
It took him a moment to process those words, then ducked his head as though trying to hide in his hair."I ... I haven't," he muttered, almost inaudibly.
Cloud smiled. Yazoo was starting to trust them, or he was to scared to deny them information. Perhapes, even after Tifa's speech, he still thought he was at those labs.
That was something that was going to have to be mended the hard way.
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