Nightmare and Snow
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Category:
Final Fantasy VII › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
627
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
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.
Chapter Two
Deep down, some part of me knew this was going to happen. Some part of me foresaw that I would be slowly changed beyond all recognizable humanity.
The shots hadn't come quickly, not at first. At first it was just a series of tests in which I had to lie almost entirely naked on a cold slab of metal while Hojo examined my DNA sequence, my physical form, and how best to change the things he wanted to change. At first it was easy- you expect those sort of things when you sign up to become an experiment. Afterwards we'd talk about what was going on in politics, how the President was still having trouble with the Mecholontay people from the south, how the Wutaiian people still refused to come around. To anyone who knew the President, they would know a war was inevitable, but that doesn't matter when you're twenty feet below ground on a bed of cold metal. It's just something to discuss to pass the time.
Then, things changed. Every day I would receive at least three shots before breakfast alone, another twenty-three throughout the course of the day. I could feel that my body was changing, but I couldn't tell what was happening. At one point, I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom naked and tried to find what had happened, what had changed. When my eyes could find nothing, I tried using my hands. There were no changes that I could see, but somehow, I felt different. As though my body had begun to work in a different manner than it once had. I asked Hojo the next morning if this was an expected side effect, and he replied with a strange look and nothing more. I had never asked what it was they were doing to me, because I did not want to know, but that was the first time it occurred to me that I had signed onto a project far more terrible than I had originally thought.
I was a fool.
Things began to go downhill from there. I couldn't eat, any longer. I could do nothing but sleep; I even slept on the table he strapped me to when studying me with his machines and blood extraction. I had started to lose weight. My body was becoming more gaunt, and while I was not at all satisfied with this, there was nothing I could do about it. I would sit at the dinner table with the food before me, and if I tried to raise it to my mouth, I would feel the need to vomit. I began to notice that each night, Hojo would watch me, waiting to see if I would eat the food before me. Instead, I would drink water or tea, but I could never touch the food before me. I chalked it up to the experiments turning my appetite and go to bed.
Lucretia was showing more and more each day, as the baby inside of her grew. Before anything, Hojo would examine her rounded belly and inject the shot of serum into her. And once that was done, he would take me into the basement with him.
I remember dozing on the table, another day, another month, time going by in an unrecognizable blur, and suddenly Hojo was over me, his eyes shining.
"I am very proud of you, Vincent," Hojo said, a hand resting lightly on my shoulder, his teeth bared in a strange and unnatural grin. "Very proud."
"Have you accomplished whatever it was you set out to accomplish? Is this done?" Hojo cast me a dark look, one a parent might wear when a child had asked a difficult question with an unpleasant answer.
"No, Vincent, I am afraid not," Hojo said, pushing his glasses further onto his nose. "What we are trying to accomplish here will take far longer than these past few months." He turned away then, moving back to his work. I had thought for a moment he was expressing joy that I had changed in whichever way he had so desperately seemed to desire, but now I know that this is only the first stage. Still, I did not ask what he was doing to me. I did not want to know.
***
Um... yeah.
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Lion
The shots hadn't come quickly, not at first. At first it was just a series of tests in which I had to lie almost entirely naked on a cold slab of metal while Hojo examined my DNA sequence, my physical form, and how best to change the things he wanted to change. At first it was easy- you expect those sort of things when you sign up to become an experiment. Afterwards we'd talk about what was going on in politics, how the President was still having trouble with the Mecholontay people from the south, how the Wutaiian people still refused to come around. To anyone who knew the President, they would know a war was inevitable, but that doesn't matter when you're twenty feet below ground on a bed of cold metal. It's just something to discuss to pass the time.
Then, things changed. Every day I would receive at least three shots before breakfast alone, another twenty-three throughout the course of the day. I could feel that my body was changing, but I couldn't tell what was happening. At one point, I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom naked and tried to find what had happened, what had changed. When my eyes could find nothing, I tried using my hands. There were no changes that I could see, but somehow, I felt different. As though my body had begun to work in a different manner than it once had. I asked Hojo the next morning if this was an expected side effect, and he replied with a strange look and nothing more. I had never asked what it was they were doing to me, because I did not want to know, but that was the first time it occurred to me that I had signed onto a project far more terrible than I had originally thought.
I was a fool.
Things began to go downhill from there. I couldn't eat, any longer. I could do nothing but sleep; I even slept on the table he strapped me to when studying me with his machines and blood extraction. I had started to lose weight. My body was becoming more gaunt, and while I was not at all satisfied with this, there was nothing I could do about it. I would sit at the dinner table with the food before me, and if I tried to raise it to my mouth, I would feel the need to vomit. I began to notice that each night, Hojo would watch me, waiting to see if I would eat the food before me. Instead, I would drink water or tea, but I could never touch the food before me. I chalked it up to the experiments turning my appetite and go to bed.
Lucretia was showing more and more each day, as the baby inside of her grew. Before anything, Hojo would examine her rounded belly and inject the shot of serum into her. And once that was done, he would take me into the basement with him.
I remember dozing on the table, another day, another month, time going by in an unrecognizable blur, and suddenly Hojo was over me, his eyes shining.
"I am very proud of you, Vincent," Hojo said, a hand resting lightly on my shoulder, his teeth bared in a strange and unnatural grin. "Very proud."
"Have you accomplished whatever it was you set out to accomplish? Is this done?" Hojo cast me a dark look, one a parent might wear when a child had asked a difficult question with an unpleasant answer.
"No, Vincent, I am afraid not," Hojo said, pushing his glasses further onto his nose. "What we are trying to accomplish here will take far longer than these past few months." He turned away then, moving back to his work. I had thought for a moment he was expressing joy that I had changed in whichever way he had so desperately seemed to desire, but now I know that this is only the first stage. Still, I did not ask what he was doing to me. I did not want to know.
***
Um... yeah.
Thanks for reading. Please leave a review. XP
Lion