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twilight_lamentTitle: Devil Comes A Callin’
Genre: General
Fandom: FFVII
Characters: Reno, Zack
Rating: PG
Length: ~700 words
Summary: AU in which the Turks grab Zack after the ambush outside of Midgar. Waking up is sheer hell sometimes. Written for 30 Evil Deeds #3 the sound of a fan.
Whump, whump, whump, whump…
He knows that sound from somewhere. Maybe. He isn’t sure. Consciousness would help wouldn’t it? He’ll crack open his eyes and know and might just remember the essentials as well. Where am I? What day is it? Who am I? You know, the important things that string a person into existence and keeps them there. However the pain hits, shuddering through the layers of darkness and confusion, and suddenly existing doesn’t seem like such a grand idea at all.
A groan and it might have been his voice.
“Well, well look who’s finally up.” The voice comes to him in a tone that’s cheerful and lethal at the same time. It mixes in with the whump, whump, whump as a sound he knows, but can’t immediately place. Fingers flex and he takes that as good sign, but his mouth is cotton dry and the first words come out as nothing more than a croak. A wet clothe hits his lips. It’s cold and wet. It’s heaven or so he might think if he didn’t hurt so damn bad.
“Yeah sorry, but we’re not exactly healers, yeah? Gotta take what you can get an’ all that shit.” Maybe it’s just because the voice is so damn distinct that the name Reno climbs out of the fog surrounding his mind. Frustrating really that he still can’t remember his own.
“Where?” It hurts to force the word out, but he finally manages.
“Kalm. The regulars fucked you up bad. You’re lucky we got there in time.” Right Midgar. That’s where he and Cloud had headed. There was an ambush and –
Whump, whump, whump, whump…
Would someone turn that fucking sound off? His hand connects to his head and fire races across every nerve from shoulder to fingertips.
“You took a helluva pounding. Guess there’s something to you SOLDIER boys after all.” Distrust rings in the Turk’s tone and he can’t say he blames the other man. Not after what happened to the three of them.
Sadness twists in his heart because it can’t happen this way. He has to stop it; he promised Angeal.
Flashcards containing his memories flip fast behind his closed eyes but none of them bring his damn name. The pain doesn’t so much fade as take a backseat to his ever growing frustration.
“How long?” He blinks his eyes open since keeping them closed isn’t helping him recall any faster. The world is a fuzzy, muted blur marching to the beat of whump, whump. There’s a joke there, something sure to be funny at a moment like this and he normally has the jokes, but that just feels like too much damn effort right now.
“A few days. You gotta few days more before you’re gonna be gettin’ out of bed, or at least past the door. “We’ll take care of shit for now. Tseng’s gotta get the papers pushed through before Hojo knows what the fuck is going on. Once it’s set, you’re a Turk and that fucker won’t touch you.” Every word sends his mind reeling especially at the end. What the hell? It makes a weird kind of sense and he wishes he could think more on it.
“So take it easy. Shit won’t get easier from here on out.” A door closes and he knows he’s alone in a room that’s slowly coming into actual focus. A sharp, bright world filled with jagged angles and hushed noise.
Zack.
The name comes at him from out of nowhere and he latches onto it as readily as he picks up the cloth next to the bed, sucking more water off the fibers with a gasp before he falls back to the bed staring at the ceiling over him.
Zack Fair – SOLDIER, science experiment, and now a Turk. Was that a lateral or a horizontal move? When he laughs, Zack barely recognizes the sound.
Genre: General
Fandom: FFVII
Characters: Reno, Zack
Rating: PG
Length: ~700 words
Summary: AU in which the Turks grab Zack after the ambush outside of Midgar. Waking up is sheer hell sometimes. Written for 30 Evil Deeds #3 the sound of a fan.
Whump, whump, whump, whump…
He knows that sound from somewhere. Maybe. He isn’t sure. Consciousness would help wouldn’t it? He’ll crack open his eyes and know and might just remember the essentials as well. Where am I? What day is it? Who am I? You know, the important things that string a person into existence and keeps them there. However the pain hits, shuddering through the layers of darkness and confusion, and suddenly existing doesn’t seem like such a grand idea at all.
A groan and it might have been his voice.
“Well, well look who’s finally up.” The voice comes to him in a tone that’s cheerful and lethal at the same time. It mixes in with the whump, whump, whump as a sound he knows, but can’t immediately place. Fingers flex and he takes that as good sign, but his mouth is cotton dry and the first words come out as nothing more than a croak. A wet clothe hits his lips. It’s cold and wet. It’s heaven or so he might think if he didn’t hurt so damn bad.
“Yeah sorry, but we’re not exactly healers, yeah? Gotta take what you can get an’ all that shit.” Maybe it’s just because the voice is so damn distinct that the name Reno climbs out of the fog surrounding his mind. Frustrating really that he still can’t remember his own.
“Where?” It hurts to force the word out, but he finally manages.
“Kalm. The regulars fucked you up bad. You’re lucky we got there in time.” Right Midgar. That’s where he and Cloud had headed. There was an ambush and –
Whump, whump, whump, whump…
Would someone turn that fucking sound off? His hand connects to his head and fire races across every nerve from shoulder to fingertips.
“You took a helluva pounding. Guess there’s something to you SOLDIER boys after all.” Distrust rings in the Turk’s tone and he can’t say he blames the other man. Not after what happened to the three of them.
Sadness twists in his heart because it can’t happen this way. He has to stop it; he promised Angeal.
Flashcards containing his memories flip fast behind his closed eyes but none of them bring his damn name. The pain doesn’t so much fade as take a backseat to his ever growing frustration.
“How long?” He blinks his eyes open since keeping them closed isn’t helping him recall any faster. The world is a fuzzy, muted blur marching to the beat of whump, whump. There’s a joke there, something sure to be funny at a moment like this and he normally has the jokes, but that just feels like too much damn effort right now.
“A few days. You gotta few days more before you’re gonna be gettin’ out of bed, or at least past the door. “We’ll take care of shit for now. Tseng’s gotta get the papers pushed through before Hojo knows what the fuck is going on. Once it’s set, you’re a Turk and that fucker won’t touch you.” Every word sends his mind reeling especially at the end. What the hell? It makes a weird kind of sense and he wishes he could think more on it.
“So take it easy. Shit won’t get easier from here on out.” A door closes and he knows he’s alone in a room that’s slowly coming into actual focus. A sharp, bright world filled with jagged angles and hushed noise.
Zack.
The name comes at him from out of nowhere and he latches onto it as readily as he picks up the cloth next to the bed, sucking more water off the fibers with a gasp before he falls back to the bed staring at the ceiling over him.
Zack Fair – SOLDIER, science experiment, and now a Turk. Was that a lateral or a horizontal move? When he laughs, Zack barely recognizes the sound.