Nightmare and Snow
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Category:
Final Fantasy VII › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
629
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 Three
I had never thought that they would leave.
One day, Hojo taught me how to inject the shots into myself. He taught me what times to administer each shot. He placed them, labeled with times and dates, so that it would be easy to find and administer them. After he had done all of this, he gave me the next shot for that day and told me to use it. Like some manner of drug addict, I took care to make sure there were no bubbles in the serum, and applied it, business-like. Hojo grinned.
He would be leaving the next day, he informed me. Lucretia was coming along beautifully but he wanted to take her to Midgar where he could monitor her more closely, make sure she would be all right. I agreed, of course; never mind that she was only three months pregnant. Never mind that this meant I would be tending to my own shots for quite possibly seven months. I could handle these things myself, and if it meant more time alone, so be it.
Hojo told me that if I were to wish to leave, for any reason, that I may. I could travel abroad for as long as I wanted, even if it were to pursue any strange desire, that I must do so. However, under no circumstances should I forget my shots. They were the first and foremost priority. If I should miss one, I should take it immediately followed by a new "follow-up" shot that he showed me. There were well over twenty ready. He wanted to be "safe".
Once they were gone, I had more than enough time to think. When I wasn't asleep or administering shots, I was walking through the mansion like some manner of ghost, looking around at the things in my room and the rooms of the others, taking small trips out to the nearby mountains to battle stray monsters and keep my form.
Almost as soon as Lucretia left for Midgar, I began to see visions in my rest. Dreams. Nightmares. Terrible things. I cannot recall those dreams, only that they disturbed me, only that I would wake with demons in my mind and sweat all over my skin. It was a terrible thing; while the others were away, while I was alone... the demons were my only company.
Eventually, I decided I must have done something wrong. That there was something off-balance within me that must be righted. I no longer felt human, sounded human. My body was nothing but lean muscle and skin- I had not touched food in months. I could only assume that the shots were what fed me. Of course, that could have been another sign that I was no longer right with myself.
So I packed my things. I threw as many needles and syringes and serum bottles as I could into one bag. I grabbed as many clothes as I owned and pushed them into another. As soon as this was finished, I looked myself over in the mirror, noted that my hair was now at my shoulders and completely unacceptable, straightened my suit, and left the mansion.
There is an old custom in Wutaii, the city I am from. When a person has come to a parting of ways, to a place in their life where they can no longer stay on one path and must choose another, or when someone has died or changed irrevocably, the Prayer of Parting must be conducted. If not, there is no blessing on the change, and all involved may be cursed.
I had not gone to my old home and told our god that I was leaving the Turks. I had not gone and said goodbye to who I once was. And now these dreams, these demons, came to me, taunting me. I was failing. I was a ghost- one foot in one life, the other in the next. I could no longer live that way; I thought my dreams were telling me. Perhaps the only way to right things would be to say goodbye.
That night, the wind drove the snowflakes as if it would hurl spears as I made my way towards the rear of the mansion and to the helipad that waited there. Bags held tightly in my hands, one with my future, the other with my life, I climbed into the helicopter. I could only pray that my god held the answers. I could only pray that I could rid myself of these demons.
As we sped into the precarious night, into the storm, amid the shaking of the machine around me and the screaming wind, I administered my final shot of the evening. Pray, Vincent, that you don't jab yourself incorrectly. Pray the wind doesn't knock the chopper so that my hand destroys my veins. Pray you make it to the pagoda before the nightmares come.
***
Yeah, I know. Still trying to get back to where I was before I left. I think this chapter is a lot better than the ones before it, which shows that I *can* get back to where I was... eventually. Please review- it really does make me move faster.
Lion
One day, Hojo taught me how to inject the shots into myself. He taught me what times to administer each shot. He placed them, labeled with times and dates, so that it would be easy to find and administer them. After he had done all of this, he gave me the next shot for that day and told me to use it. Like some manner of drug addict, I took care to make sure there were no bubbles in the serum, and applied it, business-like. Hojo grinned.
He would be leaving the next day, he informed me. Lucretia was coming along beautifully but he wanted to take her to Midgar where he could monitor her more closely, make sure she would be all right. I agreed, of course; never mind that she was only three months pregnant. Never mind that this meant I would be tending to my own shots for quite possibly seven months. I could handle these things myself, and if it meant more time alone, so be it.
Hojo told me that if I were to wish to leave, for any reason, that I may. I could travel abroad for as long as I wanted, even if it were to pursue any strange desire, that I must do so. However, under no circumstances should I forget my shots. They were the first and foremost priority. If I should miss one, I should take it immediately followed by a new "follow-up" shot that he showed me. There were well over twenty ready. He wanted to be "safe".
Once they were gone, I had more than enough time to think. When I wasn't asleep or administering shots, I was walking through the mansion like some manner of ghost, looking around at the things in my room and the rooms of the others, taking small trips out to the nearby mountains to battle stray monsters and keep my form.
Almost as soon as Lucretia left for Midgar, I began to see visions in my rest. Dreams. Nightmares. Terrible things. I cannot recall those dreams, only that they disturbed me, only that I would wake with demons in my mind and sweat all over my skin. It was a terrible thing; while the others were away, while I was alone... the demons were my only company.
Eventually, I decided I must have done something wrong. That there was something off-balance within me that must be righted. I no longer felt human, sounded human. My body was nothing but lean muscle and skin- I had not touched food in months. I could only assume that the shots were what fed me. Of course, that could have been another sign that I was no longer right with myself.
So I packed my things. I threw as many needles and syringes and serum bottles as I could into one bag. I grabbed as many clothes as I owned and pushed them into another. As soon as this was finished, I looked myself over in the mirror, noted that my hair was now at my shoulders and completely unacceptable, straightened my suit, and left the mansion.
There is an old custom in Wutaii, the city I am from. When a person has come to a parting of ways, to a place in their life where they can no longer stay on one path and must choose another, or when someone has died or changed irrevocably, the Prayer of Parting must be conducted. If not, there is no blessing on the change, and all involved may be cursed.
I had not gone to my old home and told our god that I was leaving the Turks. I had not gone and said goodbye to who I once was. And now these dreams, these demons, came to me, taunting me. I was failing. I was a ghost- one foot in one life, the other in the next. I could no longer live that way; I thought my dreams were telling me. Perhaps the only way to right things would be to say goodbye.
That night, the wind drove the snowflakes as if it would hurl spears as I made my way towards the rear of the mansion and to the helipad that waited there. Bags held tightly in my hands, one with my future, the other with my life, I climbed into the helicopter. I could only pray that my god held the answers. I could only pray that I could rid myself of these demons.
As we sped into the precarious night, into the storm, amid the shaking of the machine around me and the screaming wind, I administered my final shot of the evening. Pray, Vincent, that you don't jab yourself incorrectly. Pray the wind doesn't knock the chopper so that my hand destroys my veins. Pray you make it to the pagoda before the nightmares come.
***
Yeah, I know. Still trying to get back to where I was before I left. I think this chapter is a lot better than the ones before it, which shows that I *can* get back to where I was... eventually. Please review- it really does make me move faster.
Lion