A/N: Definitely different, and a little bit awkward. But at the same time, I really like this piece. I need to write about the Turks more often-I love them as characters! Sure, they kicked my ass too many times to count, BUT I STILL LOVE THEM! : D
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII Characters and Places belong to Square Enix.
All around him was blood, blood and more blood.
Seeping through the soil, tainting it black and killing its life. Pooling into dips in the ground. Moving in twisting patterns as if it was multiple arms, reaching out to grab onto some sort of salvation.
He looked at the bodies in front of him, each with identical bullet holes in their foreheads—his trademark. He watched as Reno and Rude walked among the bodies, digging through personal belongings to make sure they got the correct people, Reno turning the heads away from him, Rude gently shutting their eyes with a silent prayer. He stood away from it all, watching with soulless eyes as they did their dirty work, going over what the report would say for the President to read.
'Targets mercilessly taken care of? No, that does not sound right. Objective completed? Too cold…We murdered the members of families as were our orders?'
"Hey Boss!"
Tseng looked over to Reno as he stood by a woman who had crumpled to the ground, her screams echoing in his ears still. "What is it, Reno?"
"You look like you're in pain or something, man. You cool?"
Tseng pursed his lips, looking around the carnage around him, dark eyes staring at each face and memorizing it so that when he went to his in-home temple that night, he could pray to the Wutai Gods to guide them to the afterlife in peace. He nodded quietly then, sweeping back a stray strand of hair that had escaped his ponytail.
"I am fine, Reno. Is everything in order?"
"Yeah, yeah. Got all the people on our list."
"I see."
'Mission completed without problem. No outside parties saw anything.'