Jul 10, 2010 01:32
[Cloud's finally back in his apartment. The Jigoberry is propped up against something,on the floor, though giving a good view of most of the room and one of the walls, though Cloud himself is absent from the frame. Somewhere in the background, there's the sound of quiet, struggling breathing.]
N-no... don'...
[His shadow staggers out from behind a larger one on the wall, cast by a lamp in the corner. He's doubled over, cupping both hands to his chest, heaving... liquid appears to be pouring through his fingers, and he's making a horrible gurgling sound.
For a moment, another shadow appears - at first it looks like that of a small child. Then, an errie little giggle, and it grows - into the shape of a man, long hair, a long, thin sword. He raises it.]
About time you died from that wound...
[The mock-up of Sephiroth flickers and disappears, but Cloud's shadow still reacts. His body arches back dramatically. Blood explodes out from his chest, a strangled scream is cut off by a choke. He seems to hang still in the air for a moment, as though suspended on a string, then, the string cut, and he falls--
In the foreground, Cloud's body thumps to the floor, completely out of focus, a simple trembling, red mound. He's still alive, but he won't be for long.]
the wound,
a little too arty?,
cloud!death,
oh god i'm horrible