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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 4
Consciousness slowly, reluctantly inflicted itself upon him. Unseeing blue-green eyes opened just a crack even as Sephiroth struggled to awaken fully, weak as a new kitten, his every sense seemingly bundled and wrapped in layers of heavy silk, letting through only the vaguest impressions.
Except for pain; that alone was much clearer than he would like it to be, even though the feelings surging through his entire body weren't exactly pain per se. It was more like the memory of pain; an echo of feeling that had been there but had since diminished, reduced to a stubborn lingering ache and an annoying heaviness as a reminder of its former glory.
He could have quite happily lived without it.
The metal of the surface he was lying on was cold against the bare skin of his cheek and chest and he fought with his sluggish brain to find the reason why he would be lying on the floor in such an awkward sprawl; it was almost as if someone had simply dropped him there with no care or concern....
It was only when he caught a glimpse of the metal bars attached to that cold surface that his memories started to fall back into place.
That's right; he had all but annihilated the town and people of Nibelheim in his insane anger at his Moth- no, at Jenova's - direction after walking wide-eyed into what could only have been another one of Hojo's twisted experiments. He still couldn't believe how quickly and easily he'd suffered his psychotic break, how easily he had been led to slaughter all those innocents, then Zack and Cloud....
He remembered regaining his senses as he plunged into the heavily-condensed Mako of the reactor core. His struggle to survive, to pull himself to safety despite the wounds and blood-loss that should have killed him even without the Mako overdose. He remembered lying on a maintenance platform waiting for his wounds to heal somewhat, stubbornly clinging to undeserved life with tooth and nail. Remembered how the villagers had found him, hauled him up, rescued him despite what he had just done to their friends, their family, their neighbors, and their village.
Remembered feeling pathetically grateful to them as they took him from the reactor.
Remembered the cage - this cage - his helpless rage, their vicious triumph, and one more mad scientist looking to use him, to experiment on him, to collar him, all to make a name for himself.
Gritting his teeth, blue-green eyes narrow slits of determination, he forced uncooperative limbs to move, slowly easing himself up to his knees. He sat wearily back on his feet when he managed that task, his body swaying slightly as his sense of balance struggled to wake. A distinct lack of all but the smallest of twinges told him that the huge gash in his side left behind by the Buster Sword had been Cured at least a few more times and was no longer a cause for concern.
He ignored the swaying, the heaviness, the lingering lethargy in his body and slowly lifted a hand that trembled with unconcealable weakness.
He had to know what had been done to him. Had the scientist done as he had said he would and attached some sort of collar on him? If so, did it do what he had said it would and sense his very thoughts and feelings and punish him for them?
Slender fingers lifted, landed on a surprisingly thick band of cold metal locked around his throat. Trembling, they explored the unwelcome accessory even as he struggled to push the growing awareness of his vengeful audience from him.
Perfectly smooth all the way around, he could find no specific place where the damned thing could be opened for removal or maintenance. His throat felt tight under its snug embrace and he fought off a twinge of claustrophobia he'd never known he'd had.
Remembering the scientist saying something about surgically implanting wires into his brain and spine he sent his fingers looking for them, hoping against hope that the man had been bluffing. A normal collar would be bad enough. One with things that were a constant violation....
But no; there they were, only a short length of fine wire exposed between the collar and the skin of his neck. He couldn't quite keep back his gasp of shock and dismay as his light brushing against one of the wires sent a disconcerting flash of numbness down one side, threatening his already precarious balance and making him have to brace himself on his good hand to keep from falling over.
That was when he heard them clearly for the first time since waking; the small crowd of surviving villagers clustered outside of his cage.
They were laughing.
At him, at his weakness, at his situation, taking what cruel and vindictive enjoyment from it that they could.
And they were laughing.

Sephiroth, still struggling against the persistent weakness plaguing him - though thankfully that awful numbness was already being replaced by the familiar pins-and-needles - and trying not to face-plant, saw red.

They. Were. Laughing.
We'll see how long they laugh when I-
The collar, triggered by his rage and anger, obeyed its programming.
Sephiroth couldn't hold back the cry of startled pain as the collar sent a surge of electricity down into one wire and triggered every nerve he had in one cruel blast. He collapsed helplessly, his entire body trying to seize up even as it spasmed and convulsed, twitching with the feeling of having been hit by a Mastered Thundaga.
A million eternities later, his body relaxed as the power surge abated. He lay limp where he had fallen, panting for breath, his heart doing strange things in his chest.
None of that managed to distract him from the laughter. It was louder now, and echoing with dark satisfaction.
So they liked seeing him in pain, did they? He wondered if they would still be laughing if he reached out and gut--
Once again the collar dispensed his punishment and he screamed.
This time, not even the burning electric pain could hide the howls of laughter from his ears.
Rage flooding him in a consuming crimson wave, the collar increased the voltage, prompting a new cry from him.
Still they laughed.
Every sense a sea of burning pain, body twitching and spasming beyond his control, his breath coming in shallow pants few and far between, his heart racing and stuttering like a drunken Chocobo, he was barely aware of the humiliation of losing control of his bowels before unconsciousness finally, mercifully, rose up and swallowed him whole.
Still they laughed at the sight of their hated enemy laid low, lying unconscious in his own filth as he deserved.
***
Off to one side, the scientist sat at a small table. He scribbled away in a notebook, a satisfied grin on his face. It was perfect! His Behavior Correcting Collar worked perfectly! Responding to the agitation it sensed due to the subject's adverse reaction to negative stimuli - in this case, laughter - the collar had done exactly as he'd hoped it would and reprimanded the subject with effective, even amusing results as it only seemed to feed the subject's agitation.
Towards the end, though, the subject's coloring had changed; between the blue lips from lack of adequate air and the flushed face indicating the possible presence of cardiac issues, it was clear that more experimentation would be needed before solid conclusions could be drawn.
Unfortunately, that was probably all the data that he would be able to gather from that particular subject, considering that their parting of ways was imminent. Certainly Shinra would be showing up soon to destroy all evidence of their prized SOLDIER's attack, a clean-up that would include the elimination of any and all survivors. The Nibelheim survivors were already nearing the end of their preparations. Soon they - and their new pet - would leave for parts unknown.
As much as the chance of additional data drew him, the scientist knew that he had no desire to flee with them into the wild of the Nibel Mountains like an animal. He would strike out for Rocket Town, the - who knows? He had heard that Costa del Sol was nice that time of year, and surely he could find another worthy subject there, especially considering how many tourists must pass through the place and its proximity to both Corel and the Gold Saucer....
One last glance at his unconscious first subject, his nose wrinkling a bit from the smell that was already starting to spread, then he closed his notebook, put his pen away, and left to get his own things together.
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