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Title: Trapped
Author/Artist: GW Katrina aka![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
icedark_elf
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mercverse
Pairing/Character: Zack
Theme: 16-Traffic Circle for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
25_streetsigns
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: FFVII isn't mine, however, the concept formercverse is.
Wordcount: 575
Warnings: Owwies. And deaththreats.
Trapped
“Stupid son of a bitch. If you weren’t already dead, I would maim you for a while, and then kill you. Then find a way to resurrect you ass and do it over again.”
As he continued to mutter threats, Zack grimaced as he followed the therapist’s directions. The woman grinned at him. “Have I mentioned I’m happy you aren’t saying those things to me,” she chirped, almost far too cheerful for the situation. If Zack hadn’t had the exact same coping mechanism, he would have chewed her out. But being the cheerful one kept him from killing more than one thing.
“Dear lady, if I did, you would so easily dump me on my ass it wouldn’t be funny. And then I’m sure you wouldn’t even be so kind as to join me on the floor afterwards.” A playful leer at her.
“Leave you along for five minutes and you try to find a bedmate. How typical.” Sephiroth’s low drawn out comment made Zack grin for real.
“Heyya, Seph. Came to watch my daily torture session?”
A quirk of a silver brow. “Why else would I be here?” But to anyone who knew Sephiroth, like Zack himself, the shadow in the back of his eyes would have been a clear sign of his worry.
Zack swallowed hard, flashing back to the scene of blood and pain.
Pain. Pain and blood and more pain. Flash of green eyes, pupils just the thinnest of lines, and someone cursing at him. Sounded like Cloud, but Zack swore he could see Seph’s lips moving in time with it. Nothing really made sense, though as the pain flared again, though it was oddly muted as well.
“…ack, can you hear me? Gods da….t all, Zack….spond.” Things keep fading in and out of focus, and it took a bit for him to realize why the pain was muted the way it was.
“Can’t feel my legs.” A rough gurgle, couldn’t breathe, blood all over the place and he could tastefeelsmell it, but couldn’t breathe through it. Everything grayed out.
Next thing he was aware of was of another set of green eyes, and gentle scolding with its own worried edge to it. Aeris? But he tried to keep Aeris away from his work.
Everything drowned in pain.
“Well,” Zack said in his own version of the chirpy voice, “at least it’s easy to yell at me. Not like I can run fast. Or at all.”
The only reason he was able to stand was Aeris had done something, and had fixed where the sword had gone into his back. Didn’t know what she had done, figured it was something to do with her heritage, but….
For a short period there, Zack hadn’t been able to feel anything below his ribcage. It had all gone away. Even now, things were a bit tingly, and he was in therapy to recover. It wasn’t fun, and if he ever got a chance, he was cursing that man’s soul, but he was alive. And he could walk. Even if it felt like he was going in circles, simply repeating the same things over and over again.
Things got better each time, though, and once he got the hang of it, nothing was going to stop him. He’d break out of this damn rut and then everyone had better watch out. He had a prank war with his name on it in his future.
Author/Artist: GW Katrina aka
icedark_elfFandom: Final Fantasy VII:
mercversePairing/Character: Zack
Theme: 16-Traffic Circle for
25_streetsignsRating: PG-13
Disclaimer: FFVII isn't mine, however, the concept for
mercverse is.Wordcount: 575
Warnings: Owwies. And deaththreats.
Trapped
“Stupid son of a bitch. If you weren’t already dead, I would maim you for a while, and then kill you. Then find a way to resurrect you ass and do it over again.”
As he continued to mutter threats, Zack grimaced as he followed the therapist’s directions. The woman grinned at him. “Have I mentioned I’m happy you aren’t saying those things to me,” she chirped, almost far too cheerful for the situation. If Zack hadn’t had the exact same coping mechanism, he would have chewed her out. But being the cheerful one kept him from killing more than one thing.
“Dear lady, if I did, you would so easily dump me on my ass it wouldn’t be funny. And then I’m sure you wouldn’t even be so kind as to join me on the floor afterwards.” A playful leer at her.
“Leave you along for five minutes and you try to find a bedmate. How typical.” Sephiroth’s low drawn out comment made Zack grin for real.
“Heyya, Seph. Came to watch my daily torture session?”
A quirk of a silver brow. “Why else would I be here?” But to anyone who knew Sephiroth, like Zack himself, the shadow in the back of his eyes would have been a clear sign of his worry.
Zack swallowed hard, flashing back to the scene of blood and pain.
Pain. Pain and blood and more pain. Flash of green eyes, pupils just the thinnest of lines, and someone cursing at him. Sounded like Cloud, but Zack swore he could see Seph’s lips moving in time with it. Nothing really made sense, though as the pain flared again, though it was oddly muted as well.
“…ack, can you hear me? Gods da….t all, Zack….spond.” Things keep fading in and out of focus, and it took a bit for him to realize why the pain was muted the way it was.
“Can’t feel my legs.” A rough gurgle, couldn’t breathe, blood all over the place and he could tastefeelsmell it, but couldn’t breathe through it. Everything grayed out.
Next thing he was aware of was of another set of green eyes, and gentle scolding with its own worried edge to it. Aeris? But he tried to keep Aeris away from his work.
Everything drowned in pain.
“Well,” Zack said in his own version of the chirpy voice, “at least it’s easy to yell at me. Not like I can run fast. Or at all.”
The only reason he was able to stand was Aeris had done something, and had fixed where the sword had gone into his back. Didn’t know what she had done, figured it was something to do with her heritage, but….
For a short period there, Zack hadn’t been able to feel anything below his ribcage. It had all gone away. Even now, things were a bit tingly, and he was in therapy to recover. It wasn’t fun, and if he ever got a chance, he was cursing that man’s soul, but he was alive. And he could walk. Even if it felt like he was going in circles, simply repeating the same things over and over again.
Things got better each time, though, and once he got the hang of it, nothing was going to stop him. He’d break out of this damn rut and then everyone had better watch out. He had a prank war with his name on it in his future.
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run fast?
-huggles him and plots him and yuffie prank war-
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And they would be scary.....
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...oh wait, that doesn't explain Cloud, does it. Or Sephiroth. Hmm.
I guess all writers (and game designers) have got to be closet sadists on some level, since nearly all plots ARE basically about "break them and see what happens" in the end...
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Actually, I -do- have fluffy stuff for him, I really do. I just have people pick random numbers for me to write, and they keep picking the angstiest ones I have. >.> But that just leaves the fluffier ones. *nods* Or the more introspective ones. But there is fluff. I promise.