Nightmare Note: Hello all, so I know I haven't updated this in AGES and that it's a pretty small one, but its my exam year so writing time has been cut waaaaay down :(
Anyway, I hope you'll continue reading and, more importantly, that you'll enjoy it. Criticism is greatly appreciated. :)
Rod blinked. Use him? For what exactly? Rod wasn't sure, but he knew that he couldn't do anything. He was firmly in this Turk's pocket. He had nothing. He was just a kid who lived in the slums. Reality hit him like ice cold water. For once, he was way out of his depth. The pain in Rod's leg spiked. He winced and shifted his weight off it. He couldn't even run away. He looked back up to the Turk. He had stood up and walked over to a filing cabinet in the corner of the office. The Turk returned to the desk. Rod groaned again. His injury seemed to be getting worse. The Turk spoke.
"Now... let me see, 45000 gils worth of damage in motorbikes, 3000 gils worth of weaponry..stolen, I might add, 34000 on security camera and devices, 5000 on medical bills for Shin-Ra employees and you have killed 16 Shin-Ra soldiers and two Turks in that little explosion of yours. Of course, you were part of a gang but, they weren't as idiotic as you are."
Rod rolled the numbers in his head over and over again. He couldn't even afford to buy one gun let alone 3000 gils worth. He shifted himself so that he was sitting upright. He looked down at his leg. There was a huge hole in his jeans, which were coated in a thick layer of congealed blood. He didn't even want to look underneath. The Turk spoke again.
"And that of course, you wouldn't want to be crippled for the rest of your life now would you. Reno knows what he's doing. If you don't get medical attention, there could be a serious problem. You can see then, that you owe us quite a lot..." he trailed off
Rod gulped. It wouldn't surprise him if he gotten thrown into death row.
"Still, you've proved you can hold your own in a fight, you have stealth capabilities, you can operate a decent mode of transport."
Rod gritted his teeth, the pain was becoming unbearable. The Turk stepped out from behind the desk and stood up straight, right in front of Rod, looming over him like a God.
"So I'm offering you a position within the Shin-Ra ranks as a Turk."
Rod's eyes widened. He looked up at the Shin-Ra employee. Oh he was stuck, so stuck. This was literally his only way out. No money simply meant his life would have to compensate and if that meant a life in servitude or a lack of life, the first option was really the only one. The Turk didn't say anything more, he simply waited for the male's response. The room lapsed into silence a what felt like forever. He could have spent hours weighing up the pros and cons but he hadn't the time. The question was obvious: did he want to live or die? The answer was simple: he wanted to live. Rod looked up at the Turk and nodded.
"I'll take it..."