Intervention | By : PhantomChajo Category: Final Fantasy VII > Het - Male/Female Views: 875 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Author's Note Characters may appear OOC. Tried
to keep them as close to cannon as possible, but considering I'm writing this
not the people at SquareEnix, you'll have to deal.
Disclaimers I don't own the boys and girls of
Final Fantasy 7, SquareEnix does.
10 – Freak on a Leash
Feeling like a freak on a leash.
(You wanna feel alive)
Feeling like I have no release.
(So do I)
How many times have I felt
diseased? (You wanna feel alive)
Nothing in my life is free... is
free
-- Freak on a Leash by Korn
In the center of the open floor area, a large metal
spike had been driven into the concrete floor. From that spike a heavy metal
chain extended out, giving the person on the other end maybe two meters worth
of distance. The way the chain was affixed to the spike, when the chain was
moved around it would not only wrap tighter about the spike instead of
rotating, but would get twisted around and kinked up to a fare thee well on top
of it. Not to mention it was one of those heavy-duty towing chains so it was
also heavy on top of everything else.
Elena swore that the five minutes she waited, hidden in
the shadows, were the longest in her life. It felt more like hours as she was
forced to watch the cruel torturous treatment her often impulsive and chaotic
teammate was put through. Silently she promised vengeance against every single
person involved in this barbaric display before her. The scene before her
reminded her of a pack of rabid Nibel Wolves surrounding a Cuahl. Even though
the Cuahl was more dangerous of the monsters, it was also injured, chained,
outnumbered and knew the only escape was though the pack of wolves. She was
about to say fuck it and make her move when she caught sight of Rude across the
way from her. The signal was given less then a minute later as the spell Wall
was cast.
Like gears in a well-oiled killing machine, Elena and
Rude stepped from the shadows on opposite sides of the open area and started
firing. With clockwork precision and deadly accuracy the two Turks laid into
the nearly two-dozen men. The men were taken down, incapacitated or outright
killed with a lethal combination of magic, bullets and physical force. When all
was said and done, two-dozen corpses littered the ground amongst spreading pools
of blood and gore.
From above, the sound of applause echoed in the deathly
silence. "Most impressive," Jones said with an amused chuckle.
"I see that Shin-Ra's trained killers are still just as deadly now as they
were a few years ago." He smirked as he placed his hands on the railing
and looked down at the two standing Turks. "Well, for the most part that
is," he added with a laugh gesturing to the person chained to the middle
of the floor.
Both standing Turks had their weapons targeted,
mili-seconds after the first clap, at the man up on the catwalk. Rude had
recast Wall on all three of them just after he drew a bead on the target.
Neither made a sound as they waited.
"I want to thank you for thinning out the useless
fodder from my minions. They were becoming quite boring and bothersome."
Jones's smile was oily and false. "While I would love to stay and chat, I
must be off. Business and all that, you understand. But let me leave you with a
few parting gifts." Jones stepped back away from the railing and snapped
his fingers.
A handful of men stepped up to the railing, full
automatic weapons in hand. All had the same blank expressions on their faces
and their movements were mechanical as they cocked the weapons then started
firing without bothering to aim.
Neither Rude nor Elena was stupid enough to think that
the spell Barrier would protect them from the hail of bullets. Granted if they
had been enhanced with Mako to the same level of a SOLDIER 1st class
and using Barrier in conjunction then maybe, just maybe they would come out
without a scratch. But since that wasn’t the case, diving for cover was the
only smart option left. Neither had the time to worry about Reno, who was
currently chained up, buried under several corpses and had another Barrier on
top of the one Rude had cast after the first round of gunfire. With practiced
easy they picked off the men up on the landing though it took longer then when
the killed the first group. When nothing was heard except for the echoing drip
of water from a busted pipe somewhere, the two cautiously stepped out from
their cover. A quick glance around to be sure nothing or no one lingered then
turned towards where Reno lay.
“Fuck what a mess,” Elena said with a disgusted sigh as
she helped Rude pull the corpses off of their co-worker. “Reno had better be
alive or else I’ll Phoenix Down his ass then kill him my own self,” she
grumbled rather loudly.
Rude managed a smile at the blonde’s words. Not like he
could really blame her for her attitude since indeed Reno had gotten himself in
this mess. ‘But not without a hefty shove in the back,’ he thought to himself
as he got the last useless piece of dead flesh off the little redhead. Kneeling
down he started doing basic field triage on the younger man. What he found was
better then he feared but still worse then he would have liked. “Alive but
unconscious,” was his verdict. “We need to get that chain off from around his
neck and get him to the hospital as soon as possible. None of his injuries are
life threatening in and of themselves, but taken as a whole….” Rude trailed
off.
Elena nodded as she rolled Reno onto his back as gently
as possible then tilted his chin up so they could better get to the collar.
“Gaia damn it,” she muttered with a wince. “The fucker is bolted together and
unless you have a bolt cutter hidden in your pants there’s no way we can get
this off him.”
The big bald Turk grunted. “Well then we’ll just have to
improvise,” he said.
Using scraps of cloth they wrapped the chain from where
it connected to the collar to an arms length distance. Rude found amongst the
various items a sledge hammer that would work for what he had in mind, he then
started casting a series of spells. Fire to super heat the chain then Ice to
freeze it rapidly. Each time the chain was heated or cooled, he would use the
sledge to pound the links until finally they shattered. During this time Elena
maintained both a Barrier and an MBarrier to prevent any additional damage from
occurring to Reno. Rude then pulled an emergency blanket from one of his
pockets, unfolded then spread it out. They were able to maneuver Reno onto the
crinkly, quasi-metallic blanket without him gaining consciousness. The big man
then took the chain that was still attached to the collar and draped it over
his shoulders so that when he picked Reno up, the chain wouldn’t be pulling
against his neck or laying like a dead-weight on his chest.
Unlike the trip in, the trip back out took less time.
Reno was settled in the backseat, Rude and Elena in the front seats, while
everything else was stored in the trunk. As they sped through the city towards
the hospital, Elena kept watch on the fragile looking redhead.
“He’s tougher then he looks. He’s survived worse,” Rude
said softly.
The blonde woman turned to look at her bald co-worker
then back at the man in the backseat again. “I hope your right,” she said
quietly. The rest of the drive to the hospital was in silence.
Once they arrived, Rude didn’t even bother with the
regular emergency room entrance; he went straight to the ambulance entrance.
When the security guard tried to wave him back towards the regular entrance,
Rude flash his Shin-Ra ID cause the guard to pale, stammer a hasty apology as he
tried to get the nurses to hurry up with the gurney. If the situation weren’t
so dire, it would have been funny. “Go with him rookie,” he instructed as he
got back in the car so that he could move it out of the way.
Elena nodded then took off after the emergency room
nurses. She stayed out of the way as much as possible but was still surprised
when she wasn’t kicked out of the room completely. She hadn’t been around long
enough to realize that when a Turk was injured, another would always be present
as both protection and a witness to anything that occurred.
The staff at this hospital was (and still is) considered
one of the best on the entire continent. In the short time between Rude leaving
and returning to the ER, the collar had been removed, Reno was intubated and on
an IV drip as well as being prepped for a full MRI scan. Elena had been allowed
to accompany Reno into the MRI room only after she relinquished her phone,
watch and weapons along with her Materia.
Rude in the meantime was forced to wait for the doctor
and the results of the scan. He took a few moments to also contact Rufus to let
him know that Reno had been retrieved. It was during this nerve-wracking wait
time that Tseng came in, all fire and brimstone anger and laced into the big
Turk. Rufus had followed but at a calmer, quieter pace.
“What in Ifrit’s hell were you thinking when you
disobeyed my orders?” the black haired Turk barked.
Rude slowly stood up, fists clenched at his sides as he
narrowed his eyes. He was still dressed in the same combat fatigues he had been
wearing on the raid, which meant he was still covered in blood, some of which
was the little redheads. “I received permission to complete the assignment
sir,” he answered evenly.
“You were ordered to stop that air headed, blonde dimwit
of a rookie from going anywhere. You were also ordered to leave Reno to clean
up his own mess!”
“Tseng, I would advise you to back down,” Rufus said
from his position next to the waiting room door.
“Stay out of the Rufus!” Tseng snarled at the president.
“The Turks belong to me!”
Rufus raised an elegant eyebrow at the tone of voice his
head Turk used. Looking directly at Rude, he spoke. “Rude, as of this moment
I’m placing everyone on Administrative leave of duty with full pay, for the next
two months. I think it is time everyone to get his or her head on straight and
that includes me. If you need to contact me, I shall be at the villa in Costa
Del Sol.” He then turned to leave, pausing a moment before doing so. “Oh, Rude.
Two things.”
“Sir?”
“One, don’t kill him and two, keep me up to date with
Reno’s recovery.”
“Yes sir,” Rude said with a smile as he brought his
hands up, popping his knuckles as he twisted his neck side to side.
“What? Rufus what the hell are you-”
Tseng never got to finish his sentence as he was
suddenly spun around by Rude and summarily punched hard twice. Once in the gut,
the second in the face, which sent him ass over teakettle out the door of the
waiting room, across the hall and crashing into the display case. Nurses came
dashing down the hall at the sound of glass breaking to find the head Turk,
sprawled out on the floor with a bloody nose and a stunned look on his face,
surrounded by glass shards as Rude stepped out of the waiting room.
“Stay the fuck away from Reno and Elena,” Rude said as
flexed his fingers. “This is your only warning Tseng.” The big guy then nodded
apologetically to the nurses, “Ladies, sorry for the mess.” Turning he spotted
the doctor in charge of Reno’s case down the hall heading in his direction.
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