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Eclipse	By : SkyFire Category: Final Fantasy VII > General Views: 779 -:- 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.

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Eclipse

by SkyFire
Warnings: DarkFic. Abuse, rape, the works. WIP.

Disclaimer: I don't own FFVII. Rub it in, why don't you? :( Anyone you don't recognize does belong to me, though. (Anyone want to buy one nutso scientist-type and a bunch of pissed-off villagers, cheap? ;P)

Eclipse: Chapter 3
The warmth of a Cure woke him from an uneasy slumber. Almost before the warm glow had finished spreading through him, he felt the rush of another start its work. Under its influence, he could feel his burnt skin healing, the gaping wound in his torso starting to knit together. It would take more than a couple of Cures for it to heal completely even with his enhanced healing abilities but at least now it was closed.
Whatever relief he may have felt at the abrupt lessening of the never-ending pain fled abruptly as he opened newly-healed eyes and took in his surroundings for the first time since he had been carried from the reactor.
He was in a cage.
In a cage, with a group of smug-looking villagers standing outside of it staring at him. In a cage, in a room unpleasantly reminiscent of the sterile labs of his childhood. In a cage, with a white-coated jackal watching him with beady eyes from behind the villagers.
But mostly, in a cage.
He lay naked hands on the floor of his prison, only then noticing that not only were his gloves gone, so were his coat, shoulder armor, and boots, along with the little arsenal of surprises they concealed. He supposed he should consider himself lucky that they hadn't stripped him naked, but the cage and audience ruthlessly quashed any feeling of gratitude before it had a chance to develop.
He pushed himself up to a sitting position, the effort taking more out of him than he would admit to anyone, then slowly pulled himself upright, using the cage's bars for support. Once standing, both hands wrapped around thick metal bars, he studied his prison. He moved over a few paces; his hands now wrapped around two of the bars that made up the cage's door. If there was a weak spot, that would be it. He paused, gathering his strength, then put all his energy into ripping the door off its hinges.
He slid down the bars a few long minutes later, panting, his entire body shivering with weakness. Pathetic. Had he been at full strength, the door would have been scrap in seconds. But as he was then, he'd only managed to shake it a little even as he burned up whatever strength he'd managed to pull together.
�Are you done?� It was the scientist, standing just out of arm's reach beyond the bars, peering at him with a decidedly unimpressed expression.
Sephiroth, trying to get his body enough under control to at least stop the tremors that rushed through him, only glared.
�Oh, good,� the white-coated man said. He sounded pleased. He turned to the villagers. �Get him onto the table.�
Table? What table? What was going on?
Worn out from his little struggle with the door, he could only weakly struggle against the hands that reached into the now-unlocked cage, pulled him out. His efforts were met with nothing but harsh laughter and scorn and came to nothing as he was hauled across the cold floor toward the far end of the room. The sight of the table that waited there, one no different from any other he'd been introduced to in Hojo's lab, prompted another wave of struggling.
To no avail.
He could do nothing as he was brought over to the table, as he was forced onto it face-down, as his trunk and limbs were strapped down, so tightly that he couldn't even twitch and the straps cut into his skin. He could do nothing but curse as his head was pulled up by the hair, then moved back down, this time settling into some sort of odd brace that kept his head and neck straight, then that was strapped down as well. He was helpless.
Again.
What was it with scientist-types and the need to have him bound and helpless?
He hated it.
Unable to move his head, he could see nothing beyond the table in front of his face; his own warped and distorted reflection staring back at him from the brushed steel. He started when a hand came from out of nowhere and moved his hair away from his neck, laying the silvery stuff up and over his head, enclosing his little range of sight in a silky veil.
His instincts screamed at him when he felt something cold dabbing at the back of his neck, the harsh chemical smell of antiseptic reaching his nose doing nothing to quell sudden fears. He strained against his bonds, but couldn't so much as twitch. �What are you doing?� he demanded. �Get away from me!�
A chuckle eerily reminiscent of Hojo when he was about to inflict one of his 'experiments' on him reached his ears.
One of the villagers decided to inform him, vengeance dripping like acid from every word. �You are the Shinra dog that destroyed our peaceful town. And, like any dog that bites, you will be collared and controlled.�
Cold, dry fingers at his neck now, sliding from the base of his skull down his spine until they hit the recently-disinfected spot. More cold there as another dab of antiseptic was applied. Then the fingers were back, this time encased in a thin coat of latex.
Sephiroth had been subject to enough of Hojo's work to know what that meant. When the gloves went on, blood and pain followed shortly. �What do you mean? Tell me!�
One set of fingers pulled his skin taut, then there was a familiar cool feeling, followed quickly by a stinging pain and the tickle of blood running down the side of his neck.
�It means what he said,� came the scientist's preoccupied voice from near his head. The stinging grew worse, then came a harsh, flaming pain that shot like fire through his entire body. �I've been hired to collar you.�
�Collar?� He didn't know how he managed to get the word out past the pain that made up his world, didn't know how he managed to listen.
�Collar,� the scientist affirmed. �It's a special collar I've been developing for the penal system, but they never let me try it out on anyone, so this provides the perfect opportunity. It's a brilliant invention! It's a collar made up of a durable metal alloy specially fitted to the wearer, with a specialized sensor that is carefully inserted into the brain, coupled with another tiny wire that is sent into the spinal column into the nerves there. If the sensor detects negative emotion � for example if the bearer is thinking about harming anyone, or feeling anger or hatred - it sends a signal to the collar, which then sends a jolt of electricity into the other wire, triggering every nerve in the body at once. I call it the Behavior Correcting Collar. Brilliant, isn't it? I can see every criminal having one, and being forced into living in harmony with everyone. Won't it be wonderful?�
�You're insane! Get away from me!�
But, like every scientist who'd ever had him at their mercy, he ignored all protests and kept on going.
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