Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy; if I did then Hojo's hide would be a rug in my bedroom.
A/N After a request for this by little dog, and a regular idea from the Hojo's Hate Club at FF7 I give you Barret Wallace! Oh and this is roughly on Disc 1 where you storm the Shin-Ra building hence the original game dialogue! I cut some out for Hojo's death sake.
Barret grunted, all of these damn stairs. He never wanted to see another flight of stairs as long as he lived. Why the hell were they even taking the stairs?! He watched Tifa and Cloud racing up the stairs, "How much farther do these stairs go?"
"Why don't you ask them?!" Tifa snapped.
"Are we there yet?" He asked looking at Tifa, who was already up the next flight.
"No," she replied.
"There yet?" Barret persisted.
"No," Tifa sounded annoyed.
After what seemed like an eternity of climbing stair after stair they finally reached the top, they snuck past the first few sets of guards easily enough. When they finally made it to the 65th floor the group leaned around the corner, it was the laboratory level. Barret grumbled before spotting something to take his frustration out on, a small little man in a white coat heading for his home in the lab. With a burst of second wind he sprang forward and put Hojo into a full Nelson.
The scientist yelped, he was on his way to check how the Ancient and the wolf were 'getting along'. He hadn't been doing anything, it was his lab, and he could do what he wanted.
Cloud and Tifa ran forward, "what are you doing?"
"This is for Jessie, Biggs, and Wedge!" Barret shouted throwing Hojo to the ground and dropping onto Hojo with his elbow.
Hojo moaned as he felt his jaw break along with several of his ribs from Barret's weight drop on him. Barret shifted around until he was seated comfortably on Hojo, one of his boot heels digging into Hojo's windpipe. He looked around at Tifa, "hey get Spike to Cure me up or toss me a potion."
Tifa blinked, "Um Barret you know you're sitting on Hojo right?"
"Yeah so? Jes get Spike over there to get us all patched up," he replied shifting his foot so it was resting against Hojo's chin.
Cloud sighed, "Cure All," he muttered casting the spell on the group. Once that was taken care of he bent over seeing Hojo's eyes bugging out of his head. The man's lips were starting to lose color and he didn't seem to be moving or breathing. Cloud took the scientist's non-existent pulse. "Hey Barret. I think he's dead."
Barret looked down, "damn, well we should get movin'. After all someone's bound to show up if we waited here all night." He stood up running down the hall, Tifa and Cloud shook their heads running after him.
