Okey dokey, there's chapter four. I'm beginning to explain more of the storyline, but be patient, I know it's confusing! I hope you enjoy,
Lucifer
The man walked into the darkened interior of the mansion, closing the door behind him.
He took a vague glance around; Cobwebs, spiders, dust; the usual thing you would see in a place as old as this.
A skylight above him let only small fingers of dusty grey light filter through, landing on a piano that sat solemnly in the corner, its keys scattered on the floor below it, and a small pile of
rotting wood that had once been its bench.
He walked forward, looking around the doorframe into an equally dusty room. He gave a small grunt, and walked towards a half opened door, behind which was the spiralling staircase
he'd been down few times before.
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"How is the experiment?"
He asked uneasily as he walked into the darkened basement of the mansion.
A tall man stood before a table, a white surgical mask hiding his face and a long black ponytail trailing down his back.
"It awoke just hours ago..." the man said in a distraught voice, as he watched the form lying on the table before him.
"The power was incredible. It managed to break two of the bands that were holding him down. They were pure iron!" he said in giddy disbelief.
He walked to the side of the table, allowing the form to come into full view.
"My god Hojo, what have you done to him?" the man shouted as he laid eyes on the young SOLDIER.
Half-healed scars stretched across the boy's chest, and plugs and i.v tubes trailed out from everywhere on his body.
His chest looked raw and bloody from various gunshots and a tray had been set beside him, displaying a pile of led bullets lying in a pool of dried blood.
There was a line of small pricks around his eyes and a tube of what looked like purified mako injected into his wrist.
Hojo ignored his comment, pulling up one of the boy's eyelids and flashing a bright light into it. From where the man was standing, he could see a phosphorescent green iris rolling in its
socket.
A spasm wracked through the boy's body, and Hojo tightened the new mythril bands that he'd put on the table.
It was silent for a minute, the only sound being that of the heart monitor, beeping much to fast that it should have for a man in his condition.
"Have you brought what I asked for?"
The man just looked on in disbelief.
"If I'd known.... What you were going to do with- I wouldn't have-"
"Too late for regret now Mr. Furrows, now where is it?"
"I don't-" "Don't lie to me, you pathetic waste of skin, I know you wouldn't have come this far without it. Give it to me now."
"NO!" he shouted, diving for the stairs
Hojo ran towards him, but received a kick in the face as the man sprinted up the stairs towards the entrance.
Hojo remained on the floor, knowing exactly what the man planned to do.
A mild chuckle escaped his lips.
He began to laugh.
"Perfect."
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Zack leaned back against the canvas wall of the tent, absentmindedly playing with the bandage on his arm.
It had been three long weeks since Cloud had left, and no word had reached him about how his friend was doing.
He thought back to the moment when he had called for help on the radio. A truck had come, and the bodies of the dead were loaded in the back, Zack and Cloud along with them.
A man, who'd claimed to be a doctor, said that one of the SOLDIERs had alerted him of the situation, and had met them when they arrived at the camp, claiming Cloud and putting him into
the first-aid tent, where he was to stay until he could be transported elsewhere the next day...
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Cloud opened his eyes, blinking a few times before his eyes adjusted to the darkness.
Zack had been by his side the entire time, not daring to leave it should he wake up.
The doctor had gotten him to carry Cloud and place him on a flat table in the tent, and had then left. He watched Cloud intently, looking over his bullet riddled chest, his eyes trailing from Cloud's
ruined chest, to his frightened eyes.
"You're awake- the doctor said you wouldn't- how do you feel?"
Cloud smiled feebly. "G-great." He managed to say, his voice barely a whisper.
Zack tried to smile, but it faltered and failed.
"They're gonna transport you to a hospital. I don't know where yet, but they said your injuries are too serious to stay here. You're gonna be fine, and when your better, you can come back here,
I'm sure they'll fix you up in no time." He said in what he hoped sounded like a reassuring tone.
He could tell Cloud saw right through him.
They were interrupted when the doctor entered the tent,
"Oh no, this boy will not be returning to this- escapade- call it what you want. In fact, he won't be returning to SOLDIER at all you see..."
Zack stood so abruptly his chair fell to the floor,
"Won't be returning to SOLDIER?" his voice raised, "Why not?"
The doctor then came into view, his eyes falling hungrily on Cloud.
"I feel no need to explain to the likes of you, Zack Fair, and I have come to give the patient a shot, you'd best leave, he needs to rest, we will be taking him in the morning."
Zack looked taken aback, "The morning?" he said as the doctor screwed a phial into an IV that seemed he had recently hooked into Cloud's arm.
"Can't I even say goodbye?" he said in a strained voice, but Cloud's eyes had already closed.
The doctor's eyes bore into Zack.
"Go ahead, but I can't guarantee he can hear you." He said in a sickening tone.
"Who are you anyways? You haven't told anyone your name, and you aren't the usual doctor." Zack growled suspiciously.
"As I said, Zackary Fair, these things do not concern you."
Zack sat up immediately, his stomach giving a sickening lurch.
...I don't remember telling him my name.
Duh duh dunnnn!! The plot thickens... Yes, little explanation once again, NEXT CHAPTER though!!! Hope you liked it,
Lucifer