Authors Note: Wow I haven't updated this one in forever. Well my best friend almost killed me for not updating, so here it is. I don't know how good it is . I hope you all like it!

Chapter 4

Mercy, Mercy, Me.

October 9th

It was unfair…

I stared into the coffee shop window, watching the little teenage brats order their breakfast at the counter. The looked happy, smiling and joking around with their friends. Yeah, they had perfect lives- they woke up with a smile on their face, they lived their lives with careless glee, no in fear, and they felt connected to this world, and the people in it. They were safe. They were protected. Why wasn't I?

Someone had to know what Mister Sephiroth was doing to me, and Cloud, and the others who had the luck to be placed in on of his classes. Was everyone really that blind! Did they not see the scars, the dead look in our eyes, or the cold attitude we had towards the world? Or did they just cast the physical scars as just apart of growing up!

And why me!

Why was I chosen? What did I fuck do to win the great prize of being the generals fuck toy? Haven't I been through enough? With a father who abandoned me, an abusive mother, and no security to keep me safe? Shouldn't I, of all people, been given a break in life! Here I was thinking, "I will do something for the people, I will enroll in SOLIDER, and protect them, even though they never protected me!" And the thanks…the fuckin thanks I get is the abuse…the pilfering of my virginity, the vandalism of my innocence, and most of all…the abandonment…

Why did I have to go through this? And not the children in this little coffee shop? What made them…so special?

What made me garbage…

Maybe this was what Cloud was thinking when he slit his wrist…just give up on it all, run away…because it would be easier than living in fear. Yes, I could do that, easy, and possibly have no regrets…but then I would be a coward. Not that Cloud is, no…he is probably stronger than me, laying in that hospital bed and all…but I couldn't do what he did. I now have a mission, to complete for him. I have to destroy the monster.

"Hey Reno…"

I pulled my eyes away from the happy little picture, and turned to see my mentor, Zack, sitting in one of those black "Shinra" cars. He was somewhat of a SOLIDER, Zack- he was still in training, but they liked him so much, they made him a teacher of sorts. He wasn't that much older than I, but he was still an authority figure…and though we were friends, I resented him some…

He had to have known what was going one right? And was he doing anything?

Maybe the question is, could he do anything? Probably not with the circumstances.

"What do you want, Zack," I hissed.

He wasn't phased by my chilling coldness towards him, "I'll give you a ride to school."

But it wasn't school was it? No, it was hell. Simple. But despite that, I took him up on his offer to take me to that cursed place. I had a plan…a way to slay the monster. Don't know if it will work, but it's worth trying.

I can always try something else if it fails…Sephiroth won't kill me.

He doesn't have the fuckin balls to.

Except from Junior Recruit, Reno Sinclair's journal.

Destroyed.

It was after school, everyone had gone home to their respective dorms for the night, except the fiery little red head, who sat in back of the generals classroom. He was slowly trying to finish a test on the different types of Materia- and though he knew the material backwards and forwards, he was stalling on purpose. It was all part of his little master plan…

"Mister Sinclair," Sephiroth called from his desk, a sinister smile elegantly dangling on his cold face, "you sure are taking a while to finish…maybe you should have studied some more."

He hung his head, so that the general wouldn't see the sneaky smirk the was dancing across his face. "Over confidence sir…"

"Something we must work on; a SOLIDER can't be over confident."

"Yes…you must get ride of that nasty habit I seemed to have aquired," Reno cooed, causing the generals ears to perk up. It wasn't a tone Reno had used before…he was curious to see what his little pet had up his sleeve- whatever it was…it meant he wasn't going home alone tonight.

But despite the confidence that seemed to be oozing from the red heads mouth, he was anything but fearless. His mind shook with the fear of what he was allowing himself to get into…and every moment he toyed with the general, the more he began to resent himself. He stared desperately at the last question he had to answer…knowing full well his time was up…and with a shaky hand wrote the answer. He cursed silently…and arose from his seat, making a trembling journey to his "mentor's" desk. Sephiroth smiled approvingly when Reno handed him the single white sheet of paper…his eyes glaring with unquenched lust, that burned little holes in Reno's weak ego.

"Very nice, I think I shall grade it now," Sephiroth teased, whipping out the red pen.

Reno swallowed the lump in his throat and walked next to the general, leaning over his shoulder, so his raspy, short, breaths hit the silver mans neck. "I think…I did okay."

"Well we shall see."

Sephiroth didn't seemed phased by Reno's obvious attempt to turn him on, though his cock was saying otherwise. He slowly, and painfully, marked every question, as Reno inched closer to him, until their bodies briefly touched.

"One wrong answer my boy," he smirked, "an easy question too, you should have studied harder."

"Maybe…you should tutor me," he whispered into Sephiroth's ear, his hot breath sending shivers down the mans spine…

"Perhaps, I should take you back to my place, for an intense tutoring lesson?"

Reno's lips when dry, the color quickly drained from his already pale face. He could feel his heart practically jump out of his body, as his knees began to give out on him. He hung on to the courage, though, as if it was the only thing keeping him alive at this point. He swallowed back the unwavering fear, "Very…intense…"

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Reno laid on the bed, still fully clothed in his uniform, as the general eyed him. The deep silence that had engulfed the room was driving the poor red head up the wall-he wanted to know what Sephiroth's own vile plan was…

He was going to take him, that much was certain…

But from the deep expression plastered on his face, he was up to something.

Finally, after ten grueling minutes, he spoke, in a dry tone, "I am going to get ready in the bathroom, undress, but leave your boxers on…I want to unwrap that part of my present." He walked away, a smirk lingering on his face…sending chills down Reno's spine.

Reno tried to catch his escaping breath- he couldn't believe he was going to go through with this…but it was the only way out…

It was only going to be a couple of seconds…only a few touches…and then he wouldn't have to look into the eyes of that bastard any longer. If a few venomous kisses was all he had to endure, then he accepted his challenge.

Reno quickly stripped himself of his clothing- all except the boxers…

He stared into the mirror, at the reflection…

That wasn't him…

This was a boy who had no hope…or was broken and fragile. He was weak.

Did he ever truly want to end up like this?

No, never in a million years.

Now more than ever, he had to do it, he had to rid himself of the monster…

Even if it meant killing an "honorable" general.

He walked back to his discarded pants, where he retrieved some sliver scissors that he hid in his pocket. Yes, it was a long shot, but he figured that the silver haired man would be to busy destroying his dignity to notice an attack.

That was his plan, to stab him…like he always wanted too…

If Sephiroth was like any normal man.

Point was…and no one knew it until later on…Sephiroth was anything but normal.

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Sephiroth was kissing Reno's neck- biting and sucking like he was some kind of meal. Reno almost gagged in disgust when he forced himself moan in mock pleasure. The general dragged his nails town Reno's young chest, causing blood to sprout out of the wounds, then trailed his tongue along the wounds, lapping up the remains of blood.

If you don't do it know, Reno, you may not do it ever.

Reno took a breath, and grabbed the scissor from under the pillow.

Don't stall!

Think of Cloud!

With all his strength, the little bit he had left in his worn body, he attempted to stab the general in the neck…hard…

But before the faithful scissors could do the damage he intended, the generals hand grabbed his wrist, halting the motion in mid flight.

Sephiroth's yellow eyes became ablaze with an unnatural rage- rage poor Reno had never seen. "Is this," Sephiroth hissed, "how you like it?" The grip on Reno's wrist tightened…the small bone began to tremble under the intense pressure…

The knife fell dramatically from his hand, followed by a whimper of terror…

"No, sir," Reno whimpered, "please don't…I can't."

"Can't what!"

A fire of fire collided with Reno's face, sending blood and tears to erupt..

Sephiroth laughed at his pupils display of fear, and smacked him again, and again…until the boys face was so black and blue, it was almost unrecognizable.

"You want to play rough?" He bellowed, "HUH?"

"No…I don't…please."

But he never stops…it doesn't matter how loud the screams of pain get, or how much blood stains the pure white walls. So he tore up Reno's flesh with the scissors once intended to harm him…screaming all the while, "Is this want you want?" When he was bored with the scissors, he beat his body till it was nothing but a limp heap of flesh…

He raped him hard and with no mercy; he tore through a young boys body as if it was nothing but a piece of trash.

Reno screamed for help. "Help me God!" He prayed and cursed and cried. No help came…no one even checked to see why a young child was screaming for mercy…

MERCY.

Mercy never came for the little red headed boy that night…either because people where to deaf to hear, or to stupid to care.

But that was the last time anyone was going to stop caring…

That was the last time he was going to steal another life.

I shouldn't have expected Reno to do the job…

That I was intended to do.

Too bad destiny screws us all.