Vision Lost: Ascending
Title: Ascending
Arc: Vision Lost
Fandom: FF7
Wordcount: 698
Warnings: Violence
Note: I finally managed to continue it! Seph-thoughts!
He'd been injured. It was nothing debilitating, and he knew that Zack hadn't been intending the injury, that the man had only been playing defense, but he'd still drawn blood. He wasn't sure what to make of that. It was very rarely that he ever bled.
He had no fear of being followed due to his delay, as any others that came after him would be no more a match than the man he had already safely neutralized and left to sleep. Fool confused man. He was sure he'd see things as they should be eventually, and he would be grateful that he hadn't been killed this night at that time. That he had been blinded before his sight could change in an unfavorable way by a lack of understanding.
But, he was no priority now, and he could hear his mother whispering along the edges of his mind, her affection sweet but intangible. Once he found her, it would clarify, he was sure, and she would be happy to see him in turn. She assured him of that with the very thought, and a slow smile crossed his lips.
Of course, his musings did not go uninterrupted. Unfortunate as it was, there were still those who thought they could match him. They would learn, as would all others, and soon all would be as it should be. First, however, he needed to collect mother, and only then could he go, could he satisfy such a clear debt to her, to them.
If he were feeling generous, he would still not give the man any credit for his approach. It was fast and loud, all the things that would give him away without a need for it. Incoherent rage did nothing but pinpoint position. Men like him died quickly, without notice. Not even the screams would hold long in the mind of the enemy to be recalled.
He was certain the man must have been waiting for him, since he didn't come from behind. From the reactor perhaps? Possibly. He did not last long enough to be asked.
A flick of his blade brought the man to ground, the angry scream cutting off with a nearly soundless burble as his momentum was interrupted enough to send the man reeling backwards and down. The look on his face slid to shock even as he fell.
The fool should not have believed he had a chance.
He didn't wait to see if the man got up again, instead turning on his heel to continue up the path, up the mountain towards where his mother awaited him. Of course there were more delays.
Always more delays.
When things most needed done was when they tended to be most troublesome, and the scream of a mourning human reached his ears just as he started to cross one of the bridges that led to the reactor. He paused, hearing nothing more for a moment, and tried to decide if he should wait and deal with the inconvenience now instead of whenever it might catch up to him.
He decided on the latter, while in the end, he might have been less annoyed with the former. Screaming, screaming just as much as the man before her, she even tried to attack him the same way, going so far in her mimicry as to use the same blade. He recognized her, of course. The little guide girl.
He noted easily the tears in her eyes, and his smile grew. "You are in my way." He made sure to meet those eyes, to watch them widen before he struck.
He would give her the mercy of possibility. He didn't give her a blow that would kill her instantly. The cut was enough she could easily bleed away, and she could not get up to chase him, but if she was fortunate, then perhaps she might even live. He didn't linger to check on her, stepping carefully over the form struggling for breath as he pushed open the doors to enter the reactor. There were stairs ahead of him, but that was perfectly well.
Mother would wait until he could get to her. Smiling quietly, he ascended.
Arc: Vision Lost
Fandom: FF7
Wordcount: 698
Warnings: Violence
Note: I finally managed to continue it! Seph-thoughts!
He'd been injured. It was nothing debilitating, and he knew that Zack hadn't been intending the injury, that the man had only been playing defense, but he'd still drawn blood. He wasn't sure what to make of that. It was very rarely that he ever bled.
He had no fear of being followed due to his delay, as any others that came after him would be no more a match than the man he had already safely neutralized and left to sleep. Fool confused man. He was sure he'd see things as they should be eventually, and he would be grateful that he hadn't been killed this night at that time. That he had been blinded before his sight could change in an unfavorable way by a lack of understanding.
But, he was no priority now, and he could hear his mother whispering along the edges of his mind, her affection sweet but intangible. Once he found her, it would clarify, he was sure, and she would be happy to see him in turn. She assured him of that with the very thought, and a slow smile crossed his lips.
Of course, his musings did not go uninterrupted. Unfortunate as it was, there were still those who thought they could match him. They would learn, as would all others, and soon all would be as it should be. First, however, he needed to collect mother, and only then could he go, could he satisfy such a clear debt to her, to them.
If he were feeling generous, he would still not give the man any credit for his approach. It was fast and loud, all the things that would give him away without a need for it. Incoherent rage did nothing but pinpoint position. Men like him died quickly, without notice. Not even the screams would hold long in the mind of the enemy to be recalled.
He was certain the man must have been waiting for him, since he didn't come from behind. From the reactor perhaps? Possibly. He did not last long enough to be asked.
A flick of his blade brought the man to ground, the angry scream cutting off with a nearly soundless burble as his momentum was interrupted enough to send the man reeling backwards and down. The look on his face slid to shock even as he fell.
The fool should not have believed he had a chance.
He didn't wait to see if the man got up again, instead turning on his heel to continue up the path, up the mountain towards where his mother awaited him. Of course there were more delays.
Always more delays.
When things most needed done was when they tended to be most troublesome, and the scream of a mourning human reached his ears just as he started to cross one of the bridges that led to the reactor. He paused, hearing nothing more for a moment, and tried to decide if he should wait and deal with the inconvenience now instead of whenever it might catch up to him.
He decided on the latter, while in the end, he might have been less annoyed with the former. Screaming, screaming just as much as the man before her, she even tried to attack him the same way, going so far in her mimicry as to use the same blade. He recognized her, of course. The little guide girl.
He noted easily the tears in her eyes, and his smile grew. "You are in my way." He made sure to meet those eyes, to watch them widen before he struck.
He would give her the mercy of possibility. He didn't give her a blow that would kill her instantly. The cut was enough she could easily bleed away, and she could not get up to chase him, but if she was fortunate, then perhaps she might even live. He didn't linger to check on her, stepping carefully over the form struggling for breath as he pushed open the doors to enter the reactor. There were stairs ahead of him, but that was perfectly well.
Mother would wait until he could get to her. Smiling quietly, he ascended.