Shin-Ra Static
Shin-Ra Static
Characters: Zack, Cloud, Vincent
Summary: AU: Zack takes a wrong turn in escaping Hojo and things will never be the same.
Warnings: Language, violence
Chapter One: Coffins, Capes and a Massive Gun
Zack groaned, another dead end room. He and Cloud needed to get out of here, not in to coffins! There were guards coming along behind them somewhere and he'd gotten them lost in the maze they'd been trapped in for Odin knew how long.
"Sorry Buddy, bones are better than Hojo." He breathed, pulling open one of the coffins against the wall and shoving aside the slightly disturbing pile of bones to make room for the blond and the Buster Sword. He closed the lid and dove for the one in the middle as the sound of boots neared.
He kept his eyes closed in the incredibly cramped quarters. He was laying on something lumpy, with what he really really hoped was a cobweb tickling his nose and cheek with every rapid breath. There was something hard and metal pressing in to his thigh and what had to be a trio of buckles digging in to his chest. Who the hell put spare clothes and junk in a coffin for storage anyway?
A draft tickled his cheek briefly and he kept his eyes closed.
Gaia he hoped the guards wouldn't look in here; he knew Cloud wouldn't make a peep in the state he was in but there was a creeping sense of dread moving in to his head alongside the musty smell of the cramped quarters. There was a faint smell of old gunpowder and metal lingering in the background like awkward voyeurs in some sort of really bad cheap porno as well.
He cracked his eyes open, hoping to whichever god was listening that he wouldn't come face to face with some sort of moldy old skull or a nest of mako mutated spiders.
He obviously wasn't that lucky.
"Uhm…. hi?" he breathed to the pair of glowing crimson eyes that were staring blearily in to his own blue-violet ones.
They blinked.
"Pleasedon'tyell."
Another blink.
"We only just escaped."
"…escaped?" Oh great, they talked. The voice was low and slightly rusty sounding, but thankfully just as quiet as his own.
"Hojo." Zack said by way of explanation with a grimace. "There's guards after us- my buddy Cloud's in the next coffin over- and I'm pretty sure that if we get caught Hojo'll kill us and Cloud's already in real bad shape and--"
"Quiet. I have no reason to raise an alarm." The eyes interjected with eerie calm. Then again they'd been sleeping in a coffin, eerie didn't even begin to cover that.
"So… you'll help us?" Zack asked after the silence mutated to uncomfortable.
A sigh.
"Pleeeeeaaaaase?"
"…yes."
"You're the best. I'd kiss you but we're close enough as it is."
Minutes passed, Red Eyes staying quiet and Zack feeling incredibly relieved. Someone was going to help them get out of this hellhole and everything would be alright. Well, as alright as anything could be in this sort of situation.
Sephiroth was dead. A town burned to ashes and the residents slaughtered because the guy had thrown some sort of fit after apparently not sleeping or eating for nearly a week. He should have forced the General on a vacation or something, the man had obviously been stressed out.
"…D'you think it's safe yet?"
"…marginally. You probably won't be safe until you get in to the mountains and even then… it depends on how badly Hojo wants you back."
Great. "Once we get in the open I can handle whatever he throws at us, it's just too damn narrow here to fight. I'm no Turk, sneaking around isn't anything I'm too good at."
There had been something of a flinch at the mention of the Turks. "We should move. Now." Red Eyes said, "Get your friend and follow me. Don't fall behind or you'll be killed or worse."
Zack nodded, pushing up and using his back to open the coffin with a clatter. Screw quiet right now, they had to move. He moved quickly to Cloud, hoisting his sword to his back before dragging the trooper…. ex-trooper? Gaia, he was pretty sure he wouldn't' be going back to Shin-Ra after this. They'd stuffed up big time on this one, letting them be used as guinea pigs by Hojo. He was a First Class for Shiva's sake, not some criminal or… chocobo or whatever was usually used to test science stuff.
He turned to look at Red Eyes and gaped. That gun was as big as the guy's thigh! At least, he thought it was a guy anyway. With the long black hair and slight build it was kinda hard to tell but the voice had been pretty mannish… maybe it'd been so long her voice had gotten really bad? Yeah. No guy could be that damn pretty. A tattered red cloak covered the one arm, more buckles and straps than was probably necessary all over their black clothes.
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They'd made quick progress down the halls, Red Eyes obviously knowing the layout far better than Zack did. They reached the library in quick order, stopping only to listen for the sounds of guards or scientists before bursting in.
There was a squawk of shock from the desk. "Y-you! How di--"
Hojo's words were cut off with the crack of a gunshot from Red Eyes and Zack just stared in bafflement.
"Let's go." Red Eyes said simply, putting the massive gun away again. "He won't be a problem anymore."
Zack decided right there that he'd never piss the gunner off.
Characters: Zack, Cloud, Vincent
Summary: AU: Zack takes a wrong turn in escaping Hojo and things will never be the same.
Warnings: Language, violence
Chapter One: Coffins, Capes and a Massive Gun
Zack groaned, another dead end room. He and Cloud needed to get out of here, not in to coffins! There were guards coming along behind them somewhere and he'd gotten them lost in the maze they'd been trapped in for Odin knew how long.
"Sorry Buddy, bones are better than Hojo." He breathed, pulling open one of the coffins against the wall and shoving aside the slightly disturbing pile of bones to make room for the blond and the Buster Sword. He closed the lid and dove for the one in the middle as the sound of boots neared.
He kept his eyes closed in the incredibly cramped quarters. He was laying on something lumpy, with what he really really hoped was a cobweb tickling his nose and cheek with every rapid breath. There was something hard and metal pressing in to his thigh and what had to be a trio of buckles digging in to his chest. Who the hell put spare clothes and junk in a coffin for storage anyway?
A draft tickled his cheek briefly and he kept his eyes closed.
Gaia he hoped the guards wouldn't look in here; he knew Cloud wouldn't make a peep in the state he was in but there was a creeping sense of dread moving in to his head alongside the musty smell of the cramped quarters. There was a faint smell of old gunpowder and metal lingering in the background like awkward voyeurs in some sort of really bad cheap porno as well.
He cracked his eyes open, hoping to whichever god was listening that he wouldn't come face to face with some sort of moldy old skull or a nest of mako mutated spiders.
He obviously wasn't that lucky.
"Uhm…. hi?" he breathed to the pair of glowing crimson eyes that were staring blearily in to his own blue-violet ones.
They blinked.
"Pleasedon'tyell."
Another blink.
"We only just escaped."
"…escaped?" Oh great, they talked. The voice was low and slightly rusty sounding, but thankfully just as quiet as his own.
"Hojo." Zack said by way of explanation with a grimace. "There's guards after us- my buddy Cloud's in the next coffin over- and I'm pretty sure that if we get caught Hojo'll kill us and Cloud's already in real bad shape and--"
"Quiet. I have no reason to raise an alarm." The eyes interjected with eerie calm. Then again they'd been sleeping in a coffin, eerie didn't even begin to cover that.
"So… you'll help us?" Zack asked after the silence mutated to uncomfortable.
A sigh.
"Pleeeeeaaaaase?"
"…yes."
"You're the best. I'd kiss you but we're close enough as it is."
Minutes passed, Red Eyes staying quiet and Zack feeling incredibly relieved. Someone was going to help them get out of this hellhole and everything would be alright. Well, as alright as anything could be in this sort of situation.
Sephiroth was dead. A town burned to ashes and the residents slaughtered because the guy had thrown some sort of fit after apparently not sleeping or eating for nearly a week. He should have forced the General on a vacation or something, the man had obviously been stressed out.
"…D'you think it's safe yet?"
"…marginally. You probably won't be safe until you get in to the mountains and even then… it depends on how badly Hojo wants you back."
Great. "Once we get in the open I can handle whatever he throws at us, it's just too damn narrow here to fight. I'm no Turk, sneaking around isn't anything I'm too good at."
There had been something of a flinch at the mention of the Turks. "We should move. Now." Red Eyes said, "Get your friend and follow me. Don't fall behind or you'll be killed or worse."
Zack nodded, pushing up and using his back to open the coffin with a clatter. Screw quiet right now, they had to move. He moved quickly to Cloud, hoisting his sword to his back before dragging the trooper…. ex-trooper? Gaia, he was pretty sure he wouldn't' be going back to Shin-Ra after this. They'd stuffed up big time on this one, letting them be used as guinea pigs by Hojo. He was a First Class for Shiva's sake, not some criminal or… chocobo or whatever was usually used to test science stuff.
He turned to look at Red Eyes and gaped. That gun was as big as the guy's thigh! At least, he thought it was a guy anyway. With the long black hair and slight build it was kinda hard to tell but the voice had been pretty mannish… maybe it'd been so long her voice had gotten really bad? Yeah. No guy could be that damn pretty. A tattered red cloak covered the one arm, more buckles and straps than was probably necessary all over their black clothes.
----
They'd made quick progress down the halls, Red Eyes obviously knowing the layout far better than Zack did. They reached the library in quick order, stopping only to listen for the sounds of guards or scientists before bursting in.
There was a squawk of shock from the desk. "Y-you! How di--"
Hojo's words were cut off with the crack of a gunshot from Red Eyes and Zack just stared in bafflement.
"Let's go." Red Eyes said simply, putting the massive gun away again. "He won't be a problem anymore."
Zack decided right there that he'd never piss the gunner off.