Final Fantasy VII: Reverie | By : Saan Category: Final Fantasy VII > General Views: 655 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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"It's about time, Tseng! I think they're dead!” Reeve scolded.
The Wutai native scanned the area. "Who?"
"Hey, boss! These guys over here!" Rude hollered as he checked Mymians’ vitals.
Reno tried to check the fallen SOLDIER. "Rude, your guy got a pulse?"
The bald man nodded.
After removing one of the man's shooting gloves, Reno was finally able to check for any signs of a heartbeat. "So does mine."
Hojo stepped over Rude and looked on. The scientist took note of the black number stenciled into the skin of the Elite’s bicep. "You, with the red hair!"
Reno lifted his head. "Names Reno…not 'you.'"
"Does that SOLDIER have any dog tags?" Hojo blatantly ignored the Turk.
Reno felt around inside the man's high collar. His fingers came to rest on the small thin chrome chain that held the identification tags. He pulled them out and watched them as they solemnly glittered in artificial lighting. "Found 'em."
Hojo folded his hands behind his back and pondered how he should present his next question. He was well aware of Reeve's attitude on the current events. It seemed that that man was the only one in the room, besides himself, that was beginning to put things together. I cannot let him get any closer or everything will be shut down and my special little project will never be completed. Hojo started to sweat a little more. He reached into one of the pockets in his long lab coat and brought out a small bottle of pills. He could not believe how heavy his coat had become. If he was feeling this way, how were the other members of SOLDIER coping with their new strain of…
He gingerly removed the top of the plastic bottle and raised it to his mouth. Slowly he tapped one into his waiting mouth and put the lid back on before he returned the bottle to his pocket. After swallowing the quarter inch long pill, he glanced over his shoulder. "This man…he's from SOLDIER, yes?"
"That would be what the uniform implies, doctor…this is what we pay him for, Mr. President?" Reeve snapped.
"Yes, sir." answered Reno. "There's a third tag…what does 'J.P.' mean?"
"J.P.?" Scarlet rolled the initials over and over in the back of her mind. She looked at Heidegger. Things were getting interesting.
Rude put his hands into the Elite's collar. "This guy's got 'em too. Wow, imagine…having the same initials."
"Those aren't their initials." Scarlet shook a fist at them. "Heidegger, I told you about laying off these men. My Elite's are more cost effective!”
"Hojo," Reeve stepped forward. "You and I are going to have a little talk."
Inside his large head, the Shinra president was adding things together. The two fallen men were confirmed as SOLDIERs. How many more SOLDIERs were in this same condition? How many were in Midgar…? "There's no time to argue!" he blurted out. "Do you have ANY idea how many SOLDIERs are in this building?! Do you have any idea how many of them might be just lying on a floor somewhere doing nothing?! Have you any idea of all the money I'm losing on them, right now?!"
Reeve slapped his forehead. Leave it to that man to be more concerned with money than lives. Suddenly, a missed bit of information sunk into his brain. His jaw almost hit the ground. If the SOLDIERs were like this, what was going on with Leira? She had told him hours ago that she and her squad of Elites were to head to Nibelheim. "Oh, no."
"Something wrong, Reeve?" Scarlet asked with slight disinterest.
"LEIRA'S DOWN THERE SOMEWHERE!” shouted Reeve.
The head of the weapon's development team was in shock.
Reno let the unconscious man in his arms crash to the floor as he jumped to his feet. Leira? With a bunch of SOLDIERs? "Tseng, I'm outta here!" He sped out of the room at top speed while yanking his Glock out of its side holster.
"Reno, we're not done here!” Tseng yelled after him.
"No, but your careers might be! Follow the man!” Scarlet and Reeve screamed in unison.
Reno ran to the nearest elevator. He pushed in the button to the next floor.
The large bulletproof doors slid open and several SOLDIERs toppled out unconscious.
The redheaded man shook his head. No time to pull out any bodies. It would be quicker to go down the stairs. He ran to the right of the elevator and screeched to a halt at the door to the stairwell. He had no idea what floor his lover would be on but he was willing to search them all if need be.
"Wren, wait up!"
"Hey, Reno!"
The voices of his coworkers echoed in the hall behind him. He was not going to wait.
The thin Turk paced himself as he traveled down the white staircase. "So many damn stairs!”
Tseng and Rude both tripped over the fallen SOLDIERs sprawled around the open elevator. They could hear the sound of Reno's Shinra issue dress shoes through each vibration in the cold flat tile floor beneath them.
Rude felt a hand tug at his left ankle and cautiously turned his head around. One of the SOLDIERs had succeeded in getting his attention.
"Help us…" The man said weakly. “Help him…"
"AaaayaAAH." Tseng's hands slapped the ground and somehow he managed to back himself into a sitting position. A couple more sets of hands were grabbing at his wrists.
Rude's sunglasses slid down his nose. He looked into each person's exposed face. Their eyes were vacant; pupils rolled back in their sockets. Some of them even had drool hanging from the corners of their mouths. Instantly, the bald man could remember so many scenes from horror movies he watched as a boy. Live action was proving to be so much creepier.
The moans of "Help him, help him," continued.
The head of the Turks pulled out his sidearm. This action was repeated in extremely rare circumstances. He noticed something gold sticking out from underneath the cuff of his sleeve. He pushed the blue fabric of his blazer back. "Time to go!" he yelled after glancing at his watch.
Rude nodded in agreement and dashed off after his boss.
Both men missed a round of new-agonized cries. "Mother…mother…where's Sephiroth?"
Reno continued. He had scoured three common rooms. No sign of Leira.
As he traveled through the hallways littered with fallen SOLDIERs, he happened to glance into another room. The door had been flung open. A figure with a long brown braid sat precariously on the edge of a crate. She was staring down at something.
Reno grabbed the door handle to help himself come to a stop. The sudden halt tugged at his arm and sent him careening into the concrete wall. "WHOOOOMPF!” The things that he did for this woman. "That's gonna leave a mark…" He rubbed at the dull pain that had begun to throb in both arms.
He poked his head inside the room. "LEIRA!”
She did not move.
"LEIRA!” he shouted again.
A SOLDIER crawled over to her. The cruel helmet glared at her. "Mother needs us…mother needs you…"
The female Elite was devoid of any emotion. She could hear dull demanding whispers but she could not understand them.
"…Will you help…help her…" the SOLDIER passed out and slapped against the floor at her feet.
"LEIRA!” Reno was almost at her.
Lieandra brought a hand to her face and coughed. Her entire body was slowly becoming cold and numb. "Reno?"
She felt strong arms wrap around her shoulders.
"Yeah, it's me!” he said. He embraced her as tightly as he could. His head rubbed against the side of her face. "It's okay…I'm right here!"
She reached up and held onto his shoulders weakly. He felt so warm. It was obvious he was exhausted. She could feel his rapid heartbeat accompanied by his heavy breathing.
"Mother needs me…why can't she tell me?"
That did it! Reno lifted his head from its place on her shoulder and gazed into her eyes. He was completely puzzled. "Lei, your mother's dead…"
"I…I thought so, too…but he said…" she pointed to the SOLDIER at her feet.
Reno violently shook his head. "No. You told me yourself. She's dead, Lei. She can't talk to you anymore. You're old enough to know this. My parents are dead, too…have been…just like yours. I think you're just stressed." he held her tighter this time.
All Leira found herself able to do was blink and tap his shoulders beneath her fingertips.
The only room on the floor that had not been checked was coming up. Tseng and Rude were visibly shaken from their previous encounter at the elevator.
"They've got be here somewhere!" Rude glanced at his employer.
Tseng's eyes were extremely wide. "We haven't checked over there!"
Both men held their guns out in front of them, primed to fire.
Rude checked around the doorway. "They're in there!” He edged along the wall while glancing from side to side: waiting for any of the fallen SOLDIERs to start grabbing at him.
Reno's attention was diverted from his love. "Guys she's okay! She's just a little shaken is all."
The two men stood on either side of him.
"Wow, isn't that General Neidlictzech?" asked Rude looking down at the unconscious blonde woman.
"I know." Reno smiled and faced him. "Ain't she a fox?!"
"Hey, Reno, isn't that always how you wanted her?! You know unconscious and unable to fight?" Rude laughed.
Reno blushed. He turned back to Leira, half-expecting to hear her angered protests. Nothing. Silence was still passing its withdrawn whisper throughout the room.
"Oookay…that's really not like her…" Reno returned his weapon to its holster and scratched his head in wonderment. He backed away while Tseng knelt down in front of her.
The black haired man snapped his fingers in front of her face several times. "This is just fucking strange."
"Tell me about it." Rude confirmed.
Tseng held is gun in front of her and moved it from side to side.
Surprisingly her eyes followed the black weapon's motions.
"Hmmm…" Tseng hummed.
"FREEZE!” a shout disrupted the still room and scared its occupants. Six-foot soldiers ran into the room and surrounded the Elite and her companions. "We're going to take it from here!"
"You can't!" Reno stood in front of Leira and Tseng. "She needs help!"
"Umm…Reno." Rude mumbled. "Look around you."
"So do they,” one of the foot soldiers muttered. "Maybe you haven't noticed?!"
Reno swallowed as Tseng tried to offer words of encouragement. "She'll be okay. At least there's brain activity."
The bald man punched his employer in the shoulder. "That was harsh, man. What are you guys going to do?"
"We don't have to answer to likes of you." A soldier protested in a gruff voice.
"It's okay, gentlemen. I'll take it from here."
The foot soldiers parted to allow Reeve entry. "I'm thankful for your concern for my niece." he smiled and straightened the cuffs of his jacket. "You won't need to worry about her anymore. She's coming home with me to Junon. I'm going to be taking care of her, from now on."
Reno shook his head. That could not happen. He would never see her again.
"Wrong!" shouted Scarlet as she entered with Heidegger and Hojo in tow. "The President wants everyone, able enough to stand, to get over to Nibelheim on the double. There's no telling how many survivors have fled from that town! Think of all the bad press we're getting! Not all the SOLDIERs are down! Junon and Costa del Sol has just released its active members a short while ago. You Turks are going down there to assess the damage. The President wants a full damage estimate."
"Costa del Sol?" That was music to Reno's ears.
"They're busy trying to get the fire under control." The woman in red said calmly. "Everyone unable to fight is going to the infirmary."
"I'm going to with my science division." Hojo added as he popped another pill.
"Dammit, man, you've been popping those things like candy since we got here!" Heidegger bellowed in annoyance.
Tseng was confused. He hated politics, especially when it came to the well being of one of his own. Leira may have been an Elite but she still bore the Turk name. "I can't let you do that." he directed to Heidegger.
The bulbous man laughed. "Sorry, my boy. She's under Scarlet’s jurisdiction just like the rest of the Elites."
"Bummer." Reno whispered as he scratched the back of his head. He could still hear Scarlet’s mention of Costa del Sol.
"That absolutely can not be right!" Reeve's fists were at his sides. His fingers curled so tightly that the fingernails pressed into his sweaty palms threatened to puncture the skin.
"Orders are orders." The blonde weapons head smiled and put a hand on her hip. "Now, you four get moving!”
Tseng and Rude sulked out of the room. Reno knelt before Leira. "You can walk right?" he rested his hands on hers.
"Yeah." came her vacant reply.
The Turk did his best to help her to her feet. "I guess we'll be off, then."
Reeve stormed over to the redhead. He shoved a strong finger into the man's chest. "If something happens to her, you're looking at something worse than relocation!”
The couple exited the room. "Y'know, Lei, sometimes you're more trouble than you're-hey!”
Leira leaned against a wall and coughed some more.
"It's okay…its okay." he tried to comfort her. A small vibration became recognizable. "Whoa-ho! That feels good!" Reno chided as he remembered his own cell phone was in his left pants pocket. He grinned in his own amusement and put the small silver phone to his ear. "I'm surprised I still have minutes on this thing…damn long distance carriers…" He looked over at Leira before answering his phone. "Reno here." A huge smile plastered his face. "Hey, buddy what's up?!" he covered the tiny mouthpiece and put his focus on Leira. "You've got to meet this guy!” He returned to the person on the other end. "Yeah, I heard you were heading to Nibelheim. Oh, you're there now! I'm going too! Yeah…yeah…we had some SOLDIERs pass out here too! You're a SOLDIER, my main man, you hangin' in there?"
Leira was regaining a little more awareness. She eyed Reno with a light curiosity.
"Man, that's too bad…bet Benton was scared shitless. Yep, I'll bet he did. So, you're in Nibelheim, right? Cool, cool. How bad is it? Wow! Worse than Wutai?! That's pretty fuckin' bad!”
Leira tapped her lover on the shoulder.
"Hey, man, I gotta run! I'll see ya in a bit! Just hang in there. I'm glad ya called…oh, is Benny gonna be there? I know, I know…Benton…so, he gonna be there? No! That's too bad. It won't be a party without him."
"Reno." Leira whispered and pressed the full length of her body against his. She lightly nibbled at the skin above his shirt collar.
"Whoa!” he rubbed at the top of her head with his free hand. "No, no. I'm fine! Believe me I'm fine, Tim-Tim. I just got someone here you gotta meet. Yep. You take care too! Cool talking' to ya. Later." The redhead hurriedly turned his phone off and tucked it back into his pocket. In the hallway…right now?! He could not say that his lover's behavior was uncommon, though he did not expect her to act this way while she was obviously feeling bad. He searched the hallway for any signs of Reeve or anyone else. He put his hands to her buttocks and pulled her in closer to him.
Leira's hands moved up and down his back. She lifted her head and gazed into his blue eyes.
"You okay?" Reno said softly.
She nodded at him and began to kiss him gently.
Reno closed his eyes and joined her. At least something else was coming up roses for him.
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