I looked solemnly at the empty bed, as the nurses drenched in white quickly changed the bed sheets. I leaned against the door frame, waiting impatiently for the general to show his ugly face. I had called him fifteen minutes ago, in mock panic, to inform him of Cloud's "departure"- one would think he would rush to make sure his second favorite boy toy was still among the living. I guess I was giving the man too much credit. Sometimes I forget he isn't human.
Finally, he decided to show up. He casually walked down the hallway, winking at nurses the nurses who practically fainted upon laying eyes on him. Sephiroth wasn't that attractive…sure he had the chisel chest, long flowing hair, and piercing eyes…but he was scum. He looked like scum. He acted like scum. Or maybe I say that, because I see more of him than I ever wanted to before.
"Zackary," he cooed, and peered into the room where Cloud once laid, "So he is gone."
"Yes sir," I groaned, "about seven this morning. I called you as soon as I heard."
He sighed as if he gave a damn about the Cloud's wellbeing, "Well, tis a shame. He was a good boy."
"I hear they are sending him back to Sector 7. I don't know what we intend to tell the family-"
"Suicide," he shrugged.
"But…I don't think he should be remembered like that. Not to mention there will be questions, perhaps even lawsuits."
He glared at me scornfully, "So? They have nothing on us. Plus, why do you care about how he will be remembered."
"He was a little boy, Sephiroth."
His yellow eyes danced back to the bed. A sinister smile danced along his face, and I could practically here the disgusting thoughts than ran violently through his sinful head. It took every muscle in my body to restrain myself…I just wanted to kill him right then and there, and fuck the consequences.
"He grew up a long time ago," he said dreamily, "Long long time ago." Sephiroth turned on his heals, and started back towards the exit.
Should I be shocked? Probably not. Did he have a caring born in his body- how could he? He took young boy's virginity without a second thought. Call it a childish delusion of mine…I always thought deep down he cared about us…in his own way. That was his brainwashing- his way of manipulating us so we would always come back to him. We weren't stupid, just so young and desperate for attention. He gave us what we craved, but in a way that only shattered us even more.
I looked back at the bed…my own harsh memories started to flow in my head. Was my plan…was it truly an effort to spare more boys…or was it just revenge. Cold revenge.
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The sun finally set on the sleepy city, and black ominous clouds engulfed the night sky as a warning for those with dark thoughts to watch their back. An angry thunder shook the faculty building, as lighting illuminated the night and outlined contorted faces among the clouds. Sephiroth had a late night- drinking up his rum and coke at the bar downstairs qualified as work in his eyes. We all knew he would be expecting Reno to show up at his door for another round of "training." Imagine his surprised when he saw me instead. I leaned against his door, wearing nothing more than black slacks, and an open white button down shirt. I felt dirty giving myself up to him- but it was my turn to prove my worth in his world.
When he spotted me against his door, his eyes instantly narrowed as if trying to figure out my true attentions. I used everything I learned from years as a SOLIDER to hide my true emotions, and only allow a mock needy expression to plague my face. When he finally deemed me safe, a small smirk danced along his face and he advanced towards me. I smiled despite the disgusting feeling that tortured my stomach
"Zack," he said, "Any particular reason why you are here?"
"What do you think," I chuckled.
"Well, I don't know…you want a promotion or something?" he pushed his door open, "Or do you just want me?"
"Damn, and I thought I was being coy," I snickered, and walking into his cursed room. I tried to swallow back the bile that demanded to erupt upon walking into my nightmare. I had to stay tough- just for a little while longer.
No sooner did I take in the musty air of stale sex slither it's way into my nose, did Sephiroth had be pinned against the wall with his vile lips clashed against my own. I swallow the puke again and returned the kiss. While engulfed in the kiss, he pushed our tangled bodies towards the bed, pushing my body hard against the mattress. With a growl he pulled away from my lips, and began a vicious assault on my neck that included biting down so hard on my flesh he drew blood. Instinct told me to push him away, but the shimming blue eyes peeking from the closet told me a little while longer. A little while longer.
The lights went out…
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Neutral POV
Enveloped in darkness suddenly, Sephiroth moved away from the boy that laid trembling under him, searching viciously for a candle. "I want to see the look on your face," he cooed, "I want to see you finally give yourself too me after years of trying to resist me."
The generators finally kicked in, and light returned to the general's room. However, the boy once so eager to have Sephiroth was missing from his place on the bed. His thin silver eyebrows knitted together, as he briefly scanned the room for the site of the raven haired young man. He cautiously walked about the room…opening the door to the bathroom to make sure his young prey wasn't playing a sneaky game of hide and go seek.
His patience began to wear thin and in a fit of rage he started to trash the room. He screamed out Zack's name angrily as he tore the sheets off the bed, and tipped over the night table. It was evident his patience wasn't the only thing was losing- his sanity seemed to have been slowly dwindling over the years of taking boys.
The lights went out again. A rough curse came from Sephiroth's side as he stomped towards one of the only surviving draws for a flash light. Eight pairs of eyes shined again the moonlight in the dark room as Sephiroth was engrossed in finding light. Silver scissors glimmered against the eyes, and floated towards the general. With a single swoosh the sharpen scissors came down on the "honorable" general's back- screams and crimson blood erupted from the general.
He swung around, his eyes plagued with the alien look of pain as his body came in contact with the red head he almost killed. His eyes widen when he said the blank face of the boy…
"Just say," the boy chuckled menacingly, "You got it during training."
The general seethed with anger and brought his hand to slap the boy. His wrist was caught by a new boy, Tomo, and he was flung towards the bed. Someone ripped out the scissors from his back sending another wave of screams from Sephiroth's cursed mouth. He picked himself off the bed, and stomped around- now looking for the missing red head and the fiery Tomo.
Xavier and Rhett tackled the silver haired man to the ground and proceeded to land punches on the strong body they had grown to despised. In retaliation, Sephiroth attempted to push the boys off him, only to have his built arms pinned down by Zack. The raven haired man chucked at the now screaming general…
"Feels bad huh?"
Sephiroth gathered up the inhuman strength that laid within him, and threw the small Zack across the room. Zack hit the wall and fell to the floor- chuckling. Sephiroth turned his attention to the other two boys, and quickly threw their bodies off him as well.
"Have you gone insane," the general growled, as he arose from the ground. He towered over the three boys, a feral look in his cold yellow eyes. His face was cursed with cuts and bruises, and blood dripped slowly out of a large gash across his forehead and the wound in his back.
A creak from the closet grabbed him attention. He immediately swung around only to be met with the cold blue eyes of a boy long past. The small boy, who wore the face of an aged adult, emerged from the closet.
"Cloud," the general gasped, the first time showing fear in his eyes, "I thought you were-"
The general advanced towards Cloud, his hand reaching for the boy as it touching him would prove it all an illusion. He was feet away from the no longer afraid boy, when another body collided into him- Reno with all his strength flung at Sephiroth while his guard was down. The silver haired man was up against a cracked glass window; the pain from his wounds began to take the toll on his body. All eight boys appeared in front of him…the lightly illuminated the dead glow in their eyes. "You can't kill me," he laughed, "You can't ever kill me. Even if I don't walk among this dead land, or breathe this stench called air, I will always be alive- in your heads, your minds. Until you blow your fucking brains out, I won't be a memory!"
Filled with rage, the eight boys rushed Sephiroth together, pushing him against the window. More blood erupted, screams of pain echoed through the room. The window…finally cracked, and Sephiroth's body limply fell to the cement sidewalk below.
Blood dripped out of his mouth as his last gasp for breath were lost in the puddle of blood in his mouth. His dead eyes stared at the eight boys who looked down below at him- forever imprinting his memory in their heads.
One more one they walked out of the room until Cloud and Reno were the only two that remained. They managed to drag their eyes away from the scene of blood and gore, and looked deeply at each other. Without a word, they walked to the opened door and stared into the hall way. There was nothing more to say- silence had said enough. Reno made his decision…Cloud accepted his mission.
They walked out of the room...and walked their separate ways.