You can chain me, you can torture me, you can even destroy this body [Active/semi-closed]
Characters: Cloud Strife, Eve, Rushuna Tendo, anyone else at the clinic, but please ask first?
Content: After a series of unsavoury events, a certain little spiky-haired blonde is in need of some motivational speaking.
Location: 70 Irving Place
Time of day: Afternoon
Warnings: Allusions to torture, horror, and blood.
A lot of things could happen in the big city, they always said. You could get jumped. Robbed. Beaten. Shot.
...
Humiliated.
Torture sounded so... mideval.
He was alone again. Alone with his thoughts. With nothing but a laptop on the bedside table, a glass of water, and a half-eaten lunch. Visions of the incident replayed over and over in his mind, again and again, until he had, at some point, brought the sheets of the bed up around himself, and curled into a sitting position on the bed. The lion was seated at his side, still half-stained with that... thing's blood. They weren't human. Not even ShinRa had been that brutal.
And they were after Eve.
Damn it all, they wanted to kill a little girl.
This wasn't about him. He wasn't even going to begin to form that thought in his mind. It never was, never had been. They wanted Eve dead. Aya dead. He was starting to form a... family of sorts, and those monsters wanted to take it away again.
Just like Sephiroth did.
But Sephiroth was... on his side? Whatever. He still wasn't buying that. Aya was the one who helped him, not... him. She was injured and he was simply trying to take the glory again. Bastard.
So he sat in silence, staring down at his sheeted legs, hugged to his chest, as if they had the answers he was looking for. An understanding of how and why and what was happening to him and everyone.
Nobody could be trusted. Everybody was out for his family.
He couldn't help them. He was on his own.
Sometimes, he just had to be selfish.
Content: After a series of unsavoury events, a certain little spiky-haired blonde is in need of some motivational speaking.
Location: 70 Irving Place
Time of day: Afternoon
Warnings: Allusions to torture, horror, and blood.
A lot of things could happen in the big city, they always said. You could get jumped. Robbed. Beaten. Shot.
...
Humiliated.
Torture sounded so... mideval.
He was alone again. Alone with his thoughts. With nothing but a laptop on the bedside table, a glass of water, and a half-eaten lunch. Visions of the incident replayed over and over in his mind, again and again, until he had, at some point, brought the sheets of the bed up around himself, and curled into a sitting position on the bed. The lion was seated at his side, still half-stained with that... thing's blood. They weren't human. Not even ShinRa had been that brutal.
And they were after Eve.
Damn it all, they wanted to kill a little girl.
This wasn't about him. He wasn't even going to begin to form that thought in his mind. It never was, never had been. They wanted Eve dead. Aya dead. He was starting to form a... family of sorts, and those monsters wanted to take it away again.
Just like Sephiroth did.
But Sephiroth was... on his side? Whatever. He still wasn't buying that. Aya was the one who helped him, not... him. She was injured and he was simply trying to take the glory again. Bastard.
So he sat in silence, staring down at his sheeted legs, hugged to his chest, as if they had the answers he was looking for. An understanding of how and why and what was happening to him and everyone.
Nobody could be trusted. Everybody was out for his family.
He couldn't help them. He was on his own.
Sometimes, he just had to be selfish.