Incomplete - Elena, Hojo, Logan
Who: Elena, Logan, Hojo
When: Today
Where: Hojo’s original house
Rating: R. That MIGHT get elevated.
Warning: Language, Violence, and if all goes well, gore! ::smile::
Summary: After hinting that Elena might be sterile from the Jenova injection, she takes Logan with her to get some answers through a promised physical exam conducted by Hojo, while what she’s really hoping for is a good chance to torture the hell out of him.
Elena anxiously popped the clip in and out of her gun three times on the way towards a house that she never wanted to remember. The first house, the one that started this, the one where that son of a bitch had blown a hole in her leg with one of Vincent’s guns, then gave her Jenova’s green little life. The home that probably still had her blood etched into the stone of the basement wall that he had thrown her against. The home, the fucking home that still harbored the ghost of her screams.
The clip echoed in her head as she slammed it back into place a final time, before slipping it into a holster at the small of her back under that uniform black jacket. Shu’s overcoat was at his home, hanging over a chair, but even now, she didn’t feel the chill of February air.
The first day she was brought to the shack, a shack that looked like all the others that lined these run-down streets, she hadn’t known the path they walked, had been so completely disoriented that it was lost to her the second her food landed. But now, it all made sense; she had carved the route into her skull time and time again, had even walked it a few times and lingered outside in hopes she could see him in there behind the windows, with a clean line of fire right in.
She never did.
This would be their first meeting since he dismembered her. The first time she was able to look at him with reborn eyes. The first time, the first time, the first time…
She smirked, a little curve of one corner of her lips while she let the calm wash over her in that same way it did before most missions. She was lead and feathers all at one, grounded solid and antsy, ready to fight, to go in and follow whatever path the battle decided to take. The answers of being sterile could come from anyone, any doctor at all; while important, they were not vital any longer; a week of thinking and being in a city of children had taught her that. If the bloodline of their family ended with her, then so be it, for in the end, here in this cursed city, it was of no consequence. No child needed or deserved to be born here, anyway.
But when, oh when, would they get this chance to see the elusive bastard again? When would they be given something like this on a silver platter? How could her or Logan pass this up in good conscience? It was so simple to play the card Hojo had wrought for himself, that idea that she wouldn’t want to see him without a bodyguard, which was true in a small sense, especially if he was going to be examining her. But still, there was no one she could think of that wanted a piece of the insane professor as badly as she did besides Logan, and to rob him of this opportunity would not be fair.
Teeth ground together behind her locked lips as she waited for her partner; as much as she wanted to go in and get this under way, he would beat her senseless if she did. And, frankly, they needed to be on the same page for something like this. Cooperation worked wonders, sometimes.
When: Today
Where: Hojo’s original house
Rating: R. That MIGHT get elevated.
Warning: Language, Violence, and if all goes well, gore! ::smile::
Summary: After hinting that Elena might be sterile from the Jenova injection, she takes Logan with her to get some answers through a promised physical exam conducted by Hojo, while what she’s really hoping for is a good chance to torture the hell out of him.
Elena anxiously popped the clip in and out of her gun three times on the way towards a house that she never wanted to remember. The first house, the one that started this, the one where that son of a bitch had blown a hole in her leg with one of Vincent’s guns, then gave her Jenova’s green little life. The home that probably still had her blood etched into the stone of the basement wall that he had thrown her against. The home, the fucking home that still harbored the ghost of her screams.
The clip echoed in her head as she slammed it back into place a final time, before slipping it into a holster at the small of her back under that uniform black jacket. Shu’s overcoat was at his home, hanging over a chair, but even now, she didn’t feel the chill of February air.
The first day she was brought to the shack, a shack that looked like all the others that lined these run-down streets, she hadn’t known the path they walked, had been so completely disoriented that it was lost to her the second her food landed. But now, it all made sense; she had carved the route into her skull time and time again, had even walked it a few times and lingered outside in hopes she could see him in there behind the windows, with a clean line of fire right in.
She never did.
This would be their first meeting since he dismembered her. The first time she was able to look at him with reborn eyes. The first time, the first time, the first time…
She smirked, a little curve of one corner of her lips while she let the calm wash over her in that same way it did before most missions. She was lead and feathers all at one, grounded solid and antsy, ready to fight, to go in and follow whatever path the battle decided to take. The answers of being sterile could come from anyone, any doctor at all; while important, they were not vital any longer; a week of thinking and being in a city of children had taught her that. If the bloodline of their family ended with her, then so be it, for in the end, here in this cursed city, it was of no consequence. No child needed or deserved to be born here, anyway.
But when, oh when, would they get this chance to see the elusive bastard again? When would they be given something like this on a silver platter? How could her or Logan pass this up in good conscience? It was so simple to play the card Hojo had wrought for himself, that idea that she wouldn’t want to see him without a bodyguard, which was true in a small sense, especially if he was going to be examining her. But still, there was no one she could think of that wanted a piece of the insane professor as badly as she did besides Logan, and to rob him of this opportunity would not be fair.
Teeth ground together behind her locked lips as she waited for her partner; as much as she wanted to go in and get this under way, he would beat her senseless if she did. And, frankly, they needed to be on the same page for something like this. Cooperation worked wonders, sometimes.