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Final Fantasy VII: Awakening	By : Saan Category: Final Fantasy VII > General Views: 844 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Reno had been sitting in the shade admiring every inch of Leira's body. His jacket was off and sprawled on the ground next to him. Another cigarette was lit and placed between the fingers dangling over his knee. "Heard you were messed up pretty bad."

The leaves of the small forest rustled.

"How did you hear that?" Lieandra swept at the lower part of her Elite uniform. There were so many buttons on it. The square metallic pieces were all snapped to a piece of black polyester.

Reno's eyes shut as he shook his head and ground his cig into the dirt. "Word got around pretty fast. Weapon attacked and Rufus died."

Leira's lips parted. "So?"

"Heard from Reeve that you were decked out in a full body cast forever."

She grimaced. "When did you ever talk to him?"

"When you were in your coma."

The Elite parted her fingers at her hips. "Let's get off this topic. It's disturbing."

"'Kay."

Leira remembered how her mission had swung from keeping a watchful eye on the President than suddenly forced into the role of rescue helicopter pilot. The large amount of blood loss sustained each time never left either.

"Did you ever feel like following Sephiroth? Y'know�into the crater."

Great, she huffed to herself, another line of questioning. "Hojo asked me that same thing in Costa del Sol, years ago." She spun on her heels and flashed a finger. "I'll tell you what I told him." Why should she have to explain herself? Her lower jaw crashed. Reno had vanished.

"You were going to say?" A brown haired female was in his place. Her curly locks rippled with a life of their own. A long white coat was securely buttoned and concealed any other clothing she might be wearing.

"Why didn't you join us?" a familiar voice asked.

Leira was quickly becoming frustrated. A heavy hand rubbed at her back. "We missed you."

Leira backed away at the strange touch. Timal was behind her. "I never made it there myself, but they did." Forty men appeared behind him. They all looked exactly like him. All were dressed in the bulky body armor of SOLDIER.

"I always wanted a daughter." The female had materialized beside her and had begun to fondle her hair. The woman's eyes were yellow in color and her skin smelled of decay. "You should have obeyed my son's callings. You naughty little girl."

"Save me." The Elite found herself whispering to the nearest Timal.

The one closest to her grabbed her face with one hand. His head lolled from side to side as his tongue forced its way down her throat. The pressure on her face was gone. The Wutai man ceased in his curious assault. His hands lifted and he furiously examined them. A black line had formed on his left shoulder.

"Timal�what's happening?" Leira asked.

The unnatural coloring in his hair darkened and became black. The line became a crack and pressed its way around the entire shoulder joint. His fingers began to tremble. The crack grew and grew and eventually the arm's motion stopped. He briefly watched his hands shaking before nervously looking at Leira.

"Timal!� Leira tried to reach out to him but the woman with yellow eyes forced her hand down.

All of the Timal clones had taken up the same movements. Similar cracks were showing up on their left arms. They all began to scream as the crack widened. Each person's arm was now hanging by a flap of skin. "HELP ME!�

Leira tried to fight the strange woman but she was unable to free herself.

Blood gushed out and the dangling arms plotzed to the ground

"NO!� Leira was overcome by the show of gore. A hand pulled her face away from the bloodied actions. The woman's yellow eyes glared into hers.

"Now, dear. Don't worry."

The Elite's face was pushed back to the carnage. All of the Timals lay sprawled along the ground. They gave the impression that they had all bled to death. The bodies vanished. Everything but the arms had disintegrated.

"They aren't done yet." The odd woman whispered.

Leira fought to look away. The woman's hand had moved but curiosity forced her not to continue to fight. The arms had begun to wiggle. Blood burped out of the holes that once connected to shoulders. The arms were now standing on their fingers. The blood began to spray down them. With each gush, the disembodied limbs lifted off the ground.

"Isn't it wonderful? My lover was such a genius."

The red tides of blood began to form into humanoid shapes. Tissue blossomed and turned to skin and bone. The thin layers of skin began to darken.

"Your lover?" Leira found herself asking. She could not pry her eyes away from the demented sight.

Shrieking flooded the area. The trees in the forest had melted away leaving a sterile white background. Leira was manhandled again as the developing beings became fuller and took on the SOLDIER's appearance once again. She felt cold. Her uniform was engulfed in flame.

Leira screamed as flakes of cloth and ash hit the ground. Salty tears traced their way down her cheeks. In total degradation, she crashed to her knees and groped herself. She felt like a little girl.

A stately looking man pulled one of her hands away from her. Like the woman, he also wore a long white lab coat.

"Where's my uncle?!" The proud Elite's voice was nothing more than that of a little girl.

"Where are your numbers?" The man's hair sprouted into a long black ponytail while random strands turned gray. "You had numbers here and here!� He thumbed the back of her hand and slapped her back.

"REEVE!� her voice sprung forth as the woman entered the room.

The people in lab coats held hands and shared a sloppy kiss as a blue flame overcame them. Their skin melted and dripped like wax. The mixture began to bubble, spurt, and spread.

The naked thirteen-year-old Leira backed away as an examination table formed underneath her.

The flame and wax combination grew larger and spread itself out. Large wings with needles sprouted from its sides.

The young girl felt a burning sensation where the man had touched her. A number was etching itself into her skin.

"My daughter�my daughter�my daughter�my daughter." a raspy feminine voice pronounced over and over again.

"Hey, girl!" hands were on her shoulders again.

A shrill cry forced its way out of the Elite's lungs. Beads of sweat were dripping from her forehead. Leira pushed herself away from the hands' owners. "LEAVE ME ALONE!�

The dampness of grass and dirt could be felt against her leggings. The ground tore as her knees worked to drag her two hundred and ten pound frame away from her attacker. Hurriedly, her right foot dug into a patch of mud. In a blast of raw strength, she jumped up to both feet. Her fingers quickly wrapped around the Glock that holstered beneath her shoulder.

"HEY, GIRL!�

Leira was blinded. She did not know whose voice had been shouting. The terror the person was resonating failed to register between her ears. The small heavy handgun was yanked from its black leather shielding. The moistened hands of the Elite fought hard to steady themselves as her black boots began to back away. The barrel of the gun wavered from side to side. Her blackened pupils were huge and her throat was dry.

A root, that had run itself above ground, met the back of her foot. Her already awkward stance was unable to support her. Somehow, she was still able to hold the gun in her faltering hands once her body completely grounded.

Her long brown hair was not enough to cushion her head and her skull wrapped harshly against the ground. A sharp stinging pain passed its way along the sides of her face. Her ears rang and throbbed at the same time. Harsh pangs passed up and down her spine.

The human skull was designed to take eight pounds of pressure and nothing more. If its maximum were to be exceeded the outcome could be fatal. How hard had she hit?

Her heart was in her throat and her chest was pounding. Her tight uniform constricted every time she took a breath.

A sound vibrated against her landlocked ear. The mystery person was on his way over to her.

Leira's body writhed as her brain began to calculate her next possibility of movement. A flash of yellow surged inside her blind eyes. Her military survival instincts took over.

Her left and right hands became alive and grabbed the plastic handle grip of the gun.

The person was continuing his approach.

Her forehead lifted and honed in on the being with the help of her ears. The fearful woman's dry coated tongue passed between her lips.

Each step her attacker made sounded like a drum beat.

The pointer finger of her right hand found the metal loop outside the trigger while her thumb turned the safety off. The handgun was ready to fire.

The footsteps and turned into a dead run. The pace had quickened.

"Come on Leira�" she muttered incoherently.��Pull it together�"

An involuntary pulse tightened the finger that lightly pressed against the trigger.

BLAM

The gun went off, dispersing any birds that had hidden themselves in the wooded area. The forty-five caliber silver tipped hollow point had been released.

All was silent. Leira's body was perspiring even more making her skin clammy.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" the voice's fear was recognizable now.

The Elite did not care, as long as the gun was still aimed.

BLAM

The second shot resonated just like the first.

The sound of a heavy thickness slumped to the ground.

Leira's breathing became ragged. Had she halted her pursuer? He was not moving anymore. Should she get up and take a look?

The Glock 21 had become too heavy for her shaking wrists. It bounced off her stomach and rolled onto the dirt. The clacking sound it made gave her an instantaneous migraine. Her hands pointed skywards for a brief moment before they too crashed to the ground.

One side of Leira's face tipped into the earth. With eyes closed, she lapsed into unconsciousness.

"Damn�girl�what was that for�?" Reno had barely gotten out of the way of her second bullet. The first one had missed him by a mile. He pried his hands from the back of his head. His eyes were watery due to the loosened dirt and dust that had become airborne when he threw himself to the ground. It was miraculous he was able to evade injury. He was almost four feet from her limp form.

One minute he had been sitting on the ground with her propped against his side. They must have dozed off in each other's company. The next minute she was a woman possessed. When she had been firing at him, her eyes locked on him.

"Reno." a voice called out a few feet behind Leira�s body.

The Turk sat cross-legged in the dirt. He needed a cigarette, badly. Involuntarily he reached out, picked up his fallen sunglasses, and placed them on his head.

"Reno, what happened here?" Sephiroth trudged through the woods. He knelt beside Leira's lifeless body.

The redhead got to his feet and walked over to his former lover. She was sprawled out on her back. "I don't know. We passed out�"

Sephiroth looked up at him and cocked an eyebrow. "Than what?"

"She just flipped! How should I know?!"

"I heard shots fired�is she alright?"

Reno crinkled his brow. It was just like Sephiroth to care more about the woman. Why was he not surprised? He lifted her gun and shoved it into the waistband of his trousers. "She capped a couple. I guess she thought she got me�that's pro'lly why she didn't use the entire clip."

"She should have." The white haired man said flatly.

Reno hid his hands in his pockets. "She almost made me swallow my cig."

"You lost it, quit whining." Sephiroth said as he draped one of Leira's arms around his neck.

People who had been enjoying a relaxing day on the town began to emerge, curious as to the location of Leira's shots.

The Turk's jaws gaped as his head swept from side to side. So many bystanders.

"Quit standing there, you idiot!� Sephiroth let out angrily. "Help me get her out of here before Reeve shows up!�

Grudgingly, Reno helped with his lover's other side. Together he and the ex-general dragged her in the direction of the nearest resting place.
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