1982 update
The next installment of 1982, part 7 is ready to go!
Title: 1982 - 07 - Break Out
Author: Scrolls
Rating: PG-13?
Fandom/Pairing: FF7/None (eventual Aeris/Cloud/Sephiroth/Zack)
Disclaimer: SqaureEnix Owns, I'm just having some fun.
Notes: Meryl meet Ifalna, Ifalna meet Meryl. I'm sure you two are going to have loads to talk about.
Summary: What if Momma Strife had taken Cloud and Aeris and gone to Wutai?
Constructive criticism will be hugged while flames will be used to line the bunny hutch.
Enjoy Ladies and Gentlemen.
1982 - 07 - Break Out
Swiping her keycard Meryl stepped into the Specimen Holding Area. Yesterday, along with copying data she had tried to increase her security clearance without anyone realizing. But after that proved fruitless, she had tried a different tactic.
As far as the security systems were concerned Professor Hojo had just entered the room. And at this time of day, no one would be at the security monitors to see the truth.
Two of the ninja had stayed behind to watch over Cloud and the birds. The other four had come in with her, and by the shivers running down her back, they were still with her, blended into the shadow in such a way as to be untraceable by beast, man, or machine.
Turn right, swipe keycard at door marked: Human Specimens.
Follow the hall, find cell 13 for Ifalna, 14 for Aeris.
Meryl paused, holding the card at the top of the reader. This was it, the moment when she would truly be confronted with all her research led to. The day she would meet the people her discoveries had caused so much pain.
She felt as if an entire herd of chocobos were stampeding around her intestines.
She slid the card through.
The door opened.
There she was.
She stood on the other side of the door, as if waiting for them. Meryl could see the faint surgical scars on her shaved head. Bruises on wrists, ankles, and neck showed how hard she fought. She knew there were more bruises and many other scars covered by the smock that utterly failed to hide just how thin she was. The two of them were of a height, able to look each other straight in the eye.
Her eyes.
She could see it in her eyes; the anger, the hate, the knowledge, the resentment.
The blame.
“I am so sorry.”
On another note the froggies are awake and singing. Spring has officially arrived!
Title: 1982 - 07 - Break Out
Author: Scrolls
Rating: PG-13?
Fandom/Pairing: FF7/None (eventual Aeris/Cloud/Sephiroth/Zack)
Disclaimer: SqaureEnix Owns, I'm just having some fun.
Notes: Meryl meet Ifalna, Ifalna meet Meryl. I'm sure you two are going to have loads to talk about.
Summary: What if Momma Strife had taken Cloud and Aeris and gone to Wutai?
Constructive criticism will be hugged while flames will be used to line the bunny hutch.
Enjoy Ladies and Gentlemen.
1982 - 07 - Break Out
Swiping her keycard Meryl stepped into the Specimen Holding Area. Yesterday, along with copying data she had tried to increase her security clearance without anyone realizing. But after that proved fruitless, she had tried a different tactic.
As far as the security systems were concerned Professor Hojo had just entered the room. And at this time of day, no one would be at the security monitors to see the truth.
Two of the ninja had stayed behind to watch over Cloud and the birds. The other four had come in with her, and by the shivers running down her back, they were still with her, blended into the shadow in such a way as to be untraceable by beast, man, or machine.
Turn right, swipe keycard at door marked: Human Specimens.
Follow the hall, find cell 13 for Ifalna, 14 for Aeris.
Meryl paused, holding the card at the top of the reader. This was it, the moment when she would truly be confronted with all her research led to. The day she would meet the people her discoveries had caused so much pain.
She felt as if an entire herd of chocobos were stampeding around her intestines.
She slid the card through.
The door opened.
There she was.
She stood on the other side of the door, as if waiting for them. Meryl could see the faint surgical scars on her shaved head. Bruises on wrists, ankles, and neck showed how hard she fought. She knew there were more bruises and many other scars covered by the smock that utterly failed to hide just how thin she was. The two of them were of a height, able to look each other straight in the eye.
Her eyes.
She could see it in her eyes; the anger, the hate, the knowledge, the resentment.
The blame.
“I am so sorry.”
On another note the froggies are awake and singing. Spring has officially arrived!