Omnichallenge 2
(And now you know what I do in school during breaks when I have inspiration. Hey, it's inspiration, I don't turn it down! XD)
deliria
an omnichallenge 2 fanfiction
to the theme #16 - Run
by
glacial_phoenix
who would like to make the disclaimer that all characters therein are Squaresoft's and she is not making any profit out of using them so please don't sue her
[number sixteen - r u n]
Blue. What's blue? Oh. The sky's blue. Blue, not green. Green's an ugly painful colour and he hates it, he hates green because mako is green and he hates mako too, bloody mako and all he's seen for the past five years has been green green green and the red of blood. He jerks and feels something - hard? A little sun-warmed. Not cold. Warm yellow. Warm, warm yellow; not cold green like mako, all chill and numb.
He can't really make out shapes. They're blur. Why won't his eyes work properly? He slumps against the yellow sun-warmth and groans. His head hurts. His head really hurts, like - like - well, it just hurt.
"Cloud?” Concerned silver-purple eyes - mako eyes.
He knows those eyes. He knows that voice. He needs time to place it. His head is reeling with voices and memories and it hurts and his tongue feels too heavy to move. He wants to reply, but he feels sick and the juddering of the truck along the rough road is making his stomach churn. So he closes his eyes and tries not to think because thinking makes his head hurt even more.
He didn't know that was possible. But soon the memories invade his mind and he is wide awake and dreaming; ugly green memories, ugly and green like five years of Mako and
he's running, nursing a bloodied nose and bruises. he's running away and beneath his feet the grass is green, green, green
like the shirt which Tifa's father was wearing when they found Tifa crumpled and broken and comatose and him only with a scraped knee when he ran after her and
the green fire of eyes, blazing eyes, furious eyes against the red of fire, fire, FIRE ,
and he ran into the Reactor and he found -
gunfire -
Someone's hands and that voice. “Get down, Cloud.” He can't move. He feels like lead, and a hand pushes him down. “It's safer down.” The sound of metal, ringing, the sound of metal cutting into flesh; he knows the sound of metal slicing into human flesh, more gunfire. He tries to shift. He can't move; he can't see, he can't -
he can't even scream as a hand grabs his wrist. “RUN, CLOUD!” but his feet won't obey him. Someone shoves him forward (“RUN, DAMNIT!”) and there's more gunfire and something - someone slumps against him, cold like he feels when he thinks he's going to die and he has no energy and his feet won't obey him and -
oh planet he's so sick of running anyway
deliria
an omnichallenge 2 fanfiction
to the theme #16 - Run
by
glacial_phoenix
who would like to make the disclaimer that all characters therein are Squaresoft's and she is not making any profit out of using them so please don't sue her
[number sixteen - r u n]
Blue. What's blue? Oh. The sky's blue. Blue, not green. Green's an ugly painful colour and he hates it, he hates green because mako is green and he hates mako too, bloody mako and all he's seen for the past five years has been green green green and the red of blood. He jerks and feels something - hard? A little sun-warmed. Not cold. Warm yellow. Warm, warm yellow; not cold green like mako, all chill and numb.
He can't really make out shapes. They're blur. Why won't his eyes work properly? He slumps against the yellow sun-warmth and groans. His head hurts. His head really hurts, like - like - well, it just hurt.
"Cloud?” Concerned silver-purple eyes - mako eyes.
He knows those eyes. He knows that voice. He needs time to place it. His head is reeling with voices and memories and it hurts and his tongue feels too heavy to move. He wants to reply, but he feels sick and the juddering of the truck along the rough road is making his stomach churn. So he closes his eyes and tries not to think because thinking makes his head hurt even more.
He didn't know that was possible. But soon the memories invade his mind and he is wide awake and dreaming; ugly green memories, ugly and green like five years of Mako and
he's running, nursing a bloodied nose and bruises. he's running away and beneath his feet the grass is green, green, green
like the shirt which Tifa's father was wearing when they found Tifa crumpled and broken and comatose and him only with a scraped knee when he ran after her and
the green fire of eyes, blazing eyes, furious eyes against the red of fire, fire, FIRE ,
and he ran into the Reactor and he found -
gunfire -
Someone's hands and that voice. “Get down, Cloud.” He can't move. He feels like lead, and a hand pushes him down. “It's safer down.” The sound of metal, ringing, the sound of metal cutting into flesh; he knows the sound of metal slicing into human flesh, more gunfire. He tries to shift. He can't move; he can't see, he can't -
he can't even scream as a hand grabs his wrist. “RUN, CLOUD!” but his feet won't obey him. Someone shoves him forward (“RUN, DAMNIT!”) and there's more gunfire and something - someone slumps against him, cold like he feels when he thinks he's going to die and he has no energy and his feet won't obey him and -
oh planet he's so sick of running anyway