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Sepsis	By : ladysanzennine Category: Final Fantasy VII > Het - Male/Female > Sephiroth/Aerith Views: 2066 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sepsis
Chapter 4
By Lyralina Sanzennine
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy 7 is property of Square Enix.
She was so cold. Terribly cold. The ceiling above her blurred, faded, and refocused. It danced as she stared at it through a haze of hot tears. Orange and red skimmed it, rose and fell and gave way to shadows.
Shadows – shapes? What was that there in the corner, the ceiling, gazing at her, reaching for her? It wanted to consume her. It was –
So hot. Her right side was on fire. Too hot when the rest of her was so horrifyingly cold. Were there flames? Licking at the parched skin? Was there ice? Ice clinging to her hair, her eyelashes, her bleeding fingers.
Was this hell?
Mine.
The voices, the shadows, they spoke to her. They cried of possession, domination and blood. They sang to her, softly, but each note in her ears rang so painfully, not in her ears at all but in her very soul.
Mine.
Girl.
Mine.
This wasn’t right. Nothing was right. The voice was different. The melody…so horribly different. There was once a beautiful voice, wasn’t there? There was once a different song? Oh that song, sweet and full of melancholy love. Not death and rage.
Why couldn’t she hear that song? Why had it rejected her like this?
Abomination.
Forsaken.
And that was what she was. It told her, and it spoke true.
Who was singing to her? And gods, that voice! That vibration in her being…
She clawed at herself. Frantic. Mad. The voice was inside her. The shadows inside her.
But she could get them out. She would get them out. And then, oh and then, the terror would end and the beautiful song would come back.
A sudden wave of agony electrified her every nerve. A seizure hit her and her body jerked into the air, onto the ground. She was sprawled on the floor.
Too close to the terrible fire.
Too far from the beautiful, sweet, killing fire.
Anger.
The voice was angry. Hatred resonated in every alien syllable. It wanted her (no, it had her, didn’t it?) and it wanted her to scream.
Power.
Gone.
Power? Gods, what power? She gasped. The shadows loomed, closing in. Shadows wrapped their fingers around her neck.
She cried.
The ceiling dimmed. The flames exploded. Her vision blackened. The voice faded, slightly, leaving –
Memories? Pictures. Blue and green and so much light. Was that where she came from? Before this…hell? Was that heaven, in those pictures? A man, tall, strong, wild black hair-
“I love you, Aeris.”
And she loved him. Absolutely loved him.
Where was he? Why wasn’t he here with her?
There was purpose in this, wasn’t there? There was an image, dark and hazy beyond the veil of pain. There was a girl (was that her?), and there were others, and there was a feeling…a feeling she could not feel. What was it called?
Hope?
Peace?
She was here, here on the floor, writhing in hell for a reason, wasn’t she?
I chose this?
No! She couldn’t have chosen this! She couldn’t have known-
Why is this happening?
She clutched her head and ran, ran with her mind. She was sprinting, panting, towards the images of yellow, blue and green. They were flowers (flowers?), stretching to the horizon. A thousand beautiful colors. There was warmth there, in heaven. Perfect warmth; not cold, not hot. Oh, and light. Like the brightest of summer days.
Summer day? I can't recall...
She had been happy. There had been perfect happiness in that place, in that time. And happiness was warm. Not cold, not hot.
She was so cold. Too hot.
That place…she could almost taste it…it was so close. Just a little more, a few more steps, a further droop of the eyelids. She could be there again. She could be safe again. No more pain.
The shadows danced. Shadows twirled madly. The fingers clenched tighter, digging, digging-
She screamed.
Her eyes were wide, her vision still distorted. Her hands clamped around her ears, desperate. But it was inside her. She knew it was inside her. Inside her blood.
Her blood.
It lived in her blood.
It wanted her blood?
She scratched, hard, frantic. Skin broke. Her blood ran red (that was normal, right? She was normal?) and covered her body. Her blood was warm. Not cold. Not hot. Her blood reminded her of heaven.
She bled and it pleased the voice. The song was viciously happy. Each cut seemed to invigorate it. Each drop encouraged it.
The pain didn’t lessen. The cacophony in her soul didn’t fade. She was dying with each second as more of her spilt onto the ground.
Was she spilling at all? Was it her blood or another’s? It didn’t feel like her blood.
No, it was her blood! Had to be her blood! The shadows, the voices, inside her, wanted her blood.
Oh the pain was hers enough. The throbbing of every fiber of her body was hers. Only hers. But was every fiber hers?
Or Hers?
She? Shadow? Voice?
She was an alien in her own dying body. It bled and bled, soaking the ground, as she tossed and writhed in agony on its slick surface.
But she wasn’t dying!
Gods, but she wanted to. She wanted to return to that place of light and warmth. She wanted to sleep and not feel. But She refused. She said no. She tormented her for taking away her power, for thwarting her. She punished and punished and punished, and she would not stop.
Not ever.
She would not die. She would never let her die.
And gods, the madness would never end…
Then he was by her side and his cool hand touched her forehead gently. A sigh passed her lips at the contact. Her eyes were open. She saw the ceiling, the fire, the shadows. She saw glorious green eyes - feline. Their color…like tainted Lifestream.
The pain faded, just slightly.
Oh, but it was enough. She wept.
In her world of pain and ugliness, he was beautiful and he was gentle. Eyes and touch, nothing short of heaven.
Black spots invaded her vision and then there was blissful oblivion.
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