Final Fantasy VII: Reverie | By : Saan Category: Final Fantasy VII > General Views: 655 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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The news of the fire echoed through all the Shinra territories. No one had slept in hours.
SOLDIERs, Elites, and storm troopers waited in their common rooms. The munitions caretakers hurriedly loaded and catalogued each weapon and artillery casing in their vast inventory. It was only a matter of time before the empty halls would fill with clomping hordes of soldiers bent on killing every villager in Nibelheim.
Reeve's hand shook as he tried to take another sip from his coffee cup.
The Head of the Weapons Development Team, Scarlet, shifted her frigid gaze from person to person. She had been sitting at the table so long her styling gel was beginning to lose its strength. After all the tears she shed for the loss of her bonus money, her makeup smeared.
President Shinra tapped his fingers nervously against the metal arms of his chair. The steaming cup of coffee he had been given began to fog up the dark colored lenses of his glasses.
A very scared Shinra operative, Private Cloud Strife of Nibelheim, had sent in the brief distress call. He indicated that Sephiroth had been the one to set fire to the sleepy village and fled while another man, the acting SOLDIER First Class Zack, was on his way to intercept him. Cloud, acting of his own volition, informed his Midgar superiors that he was on his way to catch up with the two men.
Heidegger shook his bearded head. "This is what happens when you put science and technology together!" he poked at Scarlet.
The blonde haired woman hopped to her feet and slammed her fists down on the cherry wood conference table. "Science IS technology, you oaf! Without science there couldn't be any!”
"Not this again…" Hojo, the head of Shinra's Science Department murmured bitterly and fingered the top of his mug gingerly.
"Y'know what!” squawked the Space Administration head. The fat man leaned across the rectangular table and pushed his arms out ahead of him. "We could always use the money that these idiots lost and put it into our quest to search the stars!”
Reeve's coffee cup rocked some more. That was the last place he wanted that money to go. The cup tilted and dropped some of its contents mere millimeters from his groin area. "GODDAMMIT!”
"Does mister PR have anything to say?!" Scarlet butted in.
Reeve studied her face for a scant second. "Is that a cold sore, my dear Scarlet? Anyway, Mr. President, I had the feeling messing with that alien thing was a bad idea. Do you have any idea how many SOLDIERs we have injected that…thing…into?"
President Shinra tweaked his mustache while Hojo's coffee went into his windpipe. "Go on." the President pushed as Hojo coughed.
"Like Private Strife said, Sephiroth became unstable after he found himself unable to cope with the 'Jenova' content running through his bloodstream."
Hojo beat his chest with his fist and continued to hack. "He wasn't…aaarrrrgghhhmmm…injected with it like they were…haacckkkhhem…"
"What's your point, Reeve?" The president sat back in his seat and crossed his legs.
"My point is this, sir," he stood and pointed at the silent radio in the center of the table. "What if all these people go insane just like he did? Then what will we do? The people that have to deal with Shinra…customers and potential customers alike…will learn of this and we'll lose business…especially when they hear that we are sending 'death squads' out to kill every last living thing!"
"Who's going to tell them?" asked Heidegger.
"That's why we're sending out your 'death'…'squads' in the first place." beamed Scarlet. No one will be the wiser." She leaned forward and shot Reeve a middle finger while puckering her lips and making kissing sounds.
Something began to eat at the head of public relations. Would his niece go insane? She couldn't, he tried to reassure himself. For all she knew, she was just a regular soldier. How could Hojo's Jenova concoction possibly fight its way through? He paid top dollar to have it suppressed. He would just have to step up her transfer. He set his mug down and glared at Hojo. "You people are monsters."
Hojo, on the other hand, was instantly bothered. "Just what are you getting at? Why are you looking at me that way?"
Heidegger lifted a chubby green-sleeved arm high into the air and raised two fingers.
The two SOLDIERs, stationed at the entrance to the conference room, edged toward the table after seeing his signal. They took positions behind Reeve and Hojo.
The SOLDIER Second Class turned Turk Elite, Jody Mymians, glared at the back of Reeve's head. He liked this man. If Heidegger gave the signal to shoot, both Reeve and Hojo's argument would come to a messy end. The President never did like childish squabbling…that was probably why he had his own son sent away in the first place. He and the SOLDIER behind Hojo peered out through their cold emotionless helmets. "Let's all play nice like good little children." Jody managed to say as he chambered a round in his M-16.
Reeve swallowed hard as he felt the muzzle of the weapon brush against his short black hair.
"No need to get pushy gentlemen, he and I were only having a little disagreement…that's all." Hojo was nervous as well but not for the same reasons as his associate. The young man, known as Cloud, had been vague with his report. He mentioned nothing of the Shinra Mansion. Some of the scientists most prized experiments were contained in that structure…not too mention a couple dark secrets. What about the reactor on Mt. Nibel? What of it?
Norelliies Neidlictzech hid her hands between her thighs. Her blank facial expression was getting on Leira's nerves. Ever since Sephiroth had dumped the head of the Turk Elite, her charisma had suffered. She seemed almost lifeless.
Leira snapped her fingers in front of her team leader’s face. "Yo, Midgar calling Norry…come in, Norry."
The twenty nine year old Kalm woman shook as her brooding was interrupted. "Huh?"
"Come on, Norry…I had no idea that he was after me, honest! I've got a man, already!” she smiled but quickly got rid of it when she saw her commanding officer’s eyes tearing. "Norr…I was just trying to help…"
The older woman nodded. "I know. It has already been almost a week. I guess I should be over him. I'm glad that I had a friend like you in my corner."
Leira tugged at her long brown braid with one hand and rolled her helmet around on her lap with the other. She was still in shock that the man of her own dreams did have feelings for her. "Can you believe it? We've got to hunt down Zack, Sephiroth and Cloud…not too mention a whole town"
Norelliies straightened her posture. "Well, kiddo, we can't fail here or it will be our asses on the line, too!"
Leira's good humor began to darken. She forgot about that part. Despite her strong position in the Shinra food chain, there were always bigger fish to swim along, swallow her whole, and spit out her bones. Come on Leira, think of something positive!
Norelliies put her right hand on Leira's shoulder. "How do you think Reno's doing?"
"I don't know. Tseng grabbed him away as soon as the alert blared. I hope he's going to be there with me."
"Or at the very least keeping his dick in his pants." Neidlictzech removed her hand and playfully punched her comrade in the shoulder. "You know how men can be-even Reno!"
Leira managed a slight giggle. "I guess you're right. I just know that our group will be called on to assess the fire damage. I'm sure someone somewhere will want to save that dive of a town."
The Elite's face went flush and sweat beads began to drip from her brow. She tugged at the button down collar of her uniform.
"Norry? Are you okay?"
Jody and his partner began to cough. Their weapons swayed precariously from side to side. Their sudden changes in stature almost went completely unnoticed by the board members with the exception of one man. Hojo himself began to feel a little ill. Something was definitely happening in Nibelheim, during the uneasy radio silence.
"Sephiroth!"
"Wha?" the sentiment was shared throughout Shinra Tower Midgar.
"Isn't that, what's his name?" asked Scarlet.
"Cloud!!" shot Reeve as he shouted into his speakerphone.
"I've found him. Zack and our guide are seriously injured. Everyone else has fled or died!" whispered the boy. "He's got something in his hand…WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING?! IT LOOKS LIKE A HEAD!”
A muffled voice could be heard over some static. "Come with me mother. We will find the Promised Land and rule together!"
Norelliies sat in disbelief. The radio had been so quiet; she almost forgot that the Shinra higher ups had the all channels option on. Everyone in Shinra was hearing the events as they unfolded. She sat in disbelief. How could the crazed voice on the radio be the man that she had been infatuated with? How could he be the same man that she thought loved her? She began to cough.
"Norry? For god's sake, Norry! Are you okay?!" Leira was feeling a little feverish for some reason but she was sure that Norelliies was feeling much worse.
The other SOLDIERs in the room began to cough. Some of them actually leaned against a wall for support or sat down.
"YOU KILLED THEM ALL!” Cloud was completely enraged. "HOW COULD YOU, YOU MONSTER!”
Hojo dabbed at his brow with the napkin that he was using as a coaster for his coffee cup. He was painfully aware that one of his darkest secrets was discovered by the most unlikely of candidates. He eyed the reactions of the guards as the radio message continued. Unexplained sickness was not going to keep Hojo from missing this most entertaining proceeding.
Sephiroth said something in reply to Cloud but the signal was getting weak. Sounds of a verbal dispute were heard but the actual sentences were garbled. The sound of steel clanging against steel did very little to help the listeners understand. Had some kind of fight broken out in Nibelheim? Where were Cloud and Sephiroth, anyway?
Jody Mymians dropped his weapon and doubled over. His comrade fought to hold onto his rifle but accidentally pulled the trigger. A shot barely missed Heidegger. The former military man pushed himself backwards away from the table.
"EVERYONE, GET BACK-OH, SHIT!!" another shot whizzed past Reeve. He had a sidearm somewhere close by…where was the blasted thing again?!
Heidegger drew a small nine-millimeter pistol from the liner of his jacket. He was nobody's target.
Scarlet drew her trusty Glock from her red garter belt and quickly filled up her site with the Elite's head. She could have cared less about the welfare of her business partners. Her motive for drawing her weapon was purely for her own survival. The two men in blue uniforms were blocking her only means of escape.
Jody's body became wracked with convulsions. Saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth and his blue Mako enhanced eyes were almost purple with ruptured blood vessels.
The SOLDIER that had once trained his weapon on Hojo tore off his helmet and vomited on the floor. He tugged at his sides as the chunky green-brown fluid splattered the wheels underneath Hojo's seat.
The entire executive wing was on their feet and fighting for the exit.
A scream from thousands of miles away sprung forth from the radio and was accompanied by another. If one were to listen closely, the sound of fabric and metal being ripped asunder would also have been heard.
Finally an audible cry of, "HOW CAN THIS BE?!" won back the attention of the frightened managerial personnel.
Leira was horrified by what was happening around her. Every one of the SOLDIERs gave the appearance of being violently ill.
General Neidlictzech slid sideways off the crate she was perched upon and regurgitated her lunch. "Sephiroth!” she managed to blurt out between a small attack of dry heaves.
The man that had once had his weapon trained on Hojo was beginning to lose his grip.
Reeve saw this and called out to Heidegger. "DAMMIT, MAKE THOSE LAZY ASS BOTTOM FEEDING EMPLOYEES OF YOUR'S USEFUL AND GET THEM OVER HERE BEFORE WE ALL GET KILLED!”
"DO IT!” Scarlet conceded.
Heidegger removed a small cell phone from a pocket in his baggy tan pants. He pushed a small red button. Hopefully, his man in the Manufacturing Department would be in the building.
Reno stood over the body of a recent kill. He rubbed his swollen jaw and picked up his warped pair of sunglasses. "That was a pair of eight hundred gil sunglasses, asshole!”
Blood trailed out of the slain SOLDIER's mouth.
"C'mon, Reno. I don't think you actually HAD to kill him. Some people don't like losing at poker." The redhead's normally silent companion, Rude, offered.
The young Turk cracked his knuckles and set to work trying to bend his sunglasses back into place. "Voila! Hey, Rude…I guess yer right!" he chuckled and fished out forty gil from his pocket and handed it to him. "I guess I didn't have to kill him. Well, whaddaya think about that. See, they just popped right back into place!! Good as new!!"
The head of the Turks rubbed the bridge of his nose. There were so many days that he just felt calling it quits and letting the "unemployment squad" kill him. Sometimes, the actions displayed by his subordinates was mind numbing. How he wished for death. His left pant pocket began to quiver. "WHAT NOW?!"
"I hope that's yer phone in there!" Reno pointed at Tseng's hips.
The Wutai man extended his middle finger as he pulled his phone out and put it to his ear. "Tseng here."
"GODDAMMIT, WHERE ARE THOSE FOOLS OF YOUR'S, HEIDEGER?!" the man in charge of public relations for Shinra shouted in the background.
Tseng's normally slit-like eyes flew open.
"Wow, he looks almost normal like that." Reno whispered to Rude.
"Tseng, we've got a situation in the conference room." Heidegger started.
The SOLDIER lost his handle on the machine gun and let it drop. The long heavy instrument crashed to the ground and released a spray of bullets.
"NOW GET YOUR WORTHLESS ASSES UP HERE!” he managed to continue before ducking for cover.
Tseng calmly tucked the tiny silver phone back into his pocket. "People we need to move. Apparently, this guy," he kicked at the bleeding corpse on the floor, "isn't the only one that acting funny. The higher ups need our aid."
Without any further word, the three Turks ran to the nearest elevator and proceeded to the floor that contained the conference area.
More shrill cries of pain carried through the radio waves. One cry in particular seemed like it was getting further and further away. It almost relayed a feeling very much like someone being defenestrated.
Leira coughed and hacked as everyone else in the room shrieked and plummeted to the ground. Her own general let out a piercing wail and collapsed. One word was uttered from the blonde woman's lips before she became lifeless like the others, “mother.”
"Hojo…" Reeve mustered as the jarring cries of the two SOLDIERs subsided. "What did those men just yell at the tops of their lungs? It sounded to me like they said 'mother'. You wouldn't happen to know why these men would say something as silly as that…now would you?"
President Shinra gave his top scientist an icy glare. "Hojo?"
The door to the conference room burst open. "GET DOWN!” Reno bellowed as Rude pushed past him. Both men had their Glock 21s drawn.
Tseng walked in last with his hands in his pockets. As was the norm for him, he exuded tranquility. The epithelial folds of his eyelids hung low giving him the appearance of walking in his sleep.
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