[Incomplete] OPEN
Who: Elena, Marron, Val, Black, Johnny, Reno, Open
When: After returning from the Cissnei Recovery Mission
Where: Shinra Labs
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Language, blood, angsty bits.
Summary: Elena, hurt during the mission and emotionally shaken by watching something eat her sister's corpse, is at the labs to be fixed up. Other loved ones come to help.
The pain was exquisite and the only thing that reminded her that she was alive. In the lab, the scent of her sister’s death hung off her own clothes, her own body, as if it had been transferred back to her, as if she was reliving the dismemberment once again, as if the bloody sack of mangled flesh was hers instead of her sister’s. The chemical scent of the room hardly did anything to mask it, bitter though it was; she swore she could see it in the air like an aura.
She had failed, had let her sister be murdered. To get her back, just to have her die again, all the things left unsaid, and perhaps forever. If her sister forgot her… if she forgot who she was…
No. No, don’t think like until it was there. Until the hands clicked forth on the clock to the eleventh hour. Until then.
Her tongue ran over her lips and she tasted blood. Her own. Their own. Did she taste like Ondrea, being born of the same mother and father? Would it hav-
Stop it!
Brown eyes closed as she leaned against the wall. She wanted out of these clothes, out of this room, out of this damn city where things didn’t make any sense. Not that home was any better, with their own set of monsters, of parasites, of creatures like…like that waiting to devour them. At least here, they came back. Were they safer here, even if the core of them fell apart, withered away with every death?
“Ondrea…”
Was this what Schuldig felt like when Cissnei died? Was she any better when she had built herself up around her sister, the memory of her, the idea of her, bettering her just to beat her? Was she any better when everything went back to that root, that seed under her ground? At least before she hadn’t know, hadn’t seen it, hadn’t seen the flesh torn open, hadn’t known how Ondrea died, hadn’t participated in it! At least there-
Shut up!
Sleep. She wanted to sleep for a year, but Val wouldn’t let her. No one would. It made her curse them, even if she never spoke the words out loud.
When: After returning from the Cissnei Recovery Mission
Where: Shinra Labs
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Language, blood, angsty bits.
Summary: Elena, hurt during the mission and emotionally shaken by watching something eat her sister's corpse, is at the labs to be fixed up. Other loved ones come to help.
The pain was exquisite and the only thing that reminded her that she was alive. In the lab, the scent of her sister’s death hung off her own clothes, her own body, as if it had been transferred back to her, as if she was reliving the dismemberment once again, as if the bloody sack of mangled flesh was hers instead of her sister’s. The chemical scent of the room hardly did anything to mask it, bitter though it was; she swore she could see it in the air like an aura.
She had failed, had let her sister be murdered. To get her back, just to have her die again, all the things left unsaid, and perhaps forever. If her sister forgot her… if she forgot who she was…
No. No, don’t think like until it was there. Until the hands clicked forth on the clock to the eleventh hour. Until then.
Her tongue ran over her lips and she tasted blood. Her own. Their own. Did she taste like Ondrea, being born of the same mother and father? Would it hav-
Stop it!
Brown eyes closed as she leaned against the wall. She wanted out of these clothes, out of this room, out of this damn city where things didn’t make any sense. Not that home was any better, with their own set of monsters, of parasites, of creatures like…like that waiting to devour them. At least here, they came back. Were they safer here, even if the core of them fell apart, withered away with every death?
“Ondrea…”
Was this what Schuldig felt like when Cissnei died? Was she any better when she had built herself up around her sister, the memory of her, the idea of her, bettering her just to beat her? Was she any better when everything went back to that root, that seed under her ground? At least before she hadn’t know, hadn’t seen it, hadn’t seen the flesh torn open, hadn’t known how Ondrea died, hadn’t participated in it! At least there-
Shut up!
Sleep. She wanted to sleep for a year, but Val wouldn’t let her. No one would. It made her curse them, even if she never spoke the words out loud.