FFVII dual drabble: 'Screaming', 'Blood'
This is something I'm just going to call a dual drabbel. It's two drabbles, but one without the other probably doesn't make much sense.
Title: Screaming
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: PG-13
Warning: none really for this one
AN: I don't know anything about the time where this stuff plays. Ice said that Veld was there at that time. So if it's wrong, blame her.
The lab was clean and orderly, polished surfaces glistening, screens working busily. “It seems as if everything is going well,” Veld remarked, eyes roaming over the scenery.
“Oh perfectly well,” Hojo agreed, trying to smile reassuringly, which resulted in an expression that made him look just too much a crazy scientist. “As you clearly see.”
Veld nodded absentmindedly. “People are worried,” he said slowly. “There are rumours. Rumours about screams… emanating from your lab. But whenever anybody goes to investigate, the doors are locked.”
Hojo laughed dryly. “The imagination of bored guards knows no bounds. Surely you can’t reproach me for locking the doors from time to time. I can’t do my work properly when I need to expect people walking in all the time.”
Veld nodded slowly, studying Hojo closely. “They come up with outrageous things sometimes. And people are still on edge because Valentine vanished. Did you know that people claim he has been murdered? His body hidden?”
“Oh! Yes. Yes, I heard of this.” Hojo laughed, a hard uncomfortable sound. “Where they take these things from, one wonders. There’s not even evidence for this, none at all.”
“No,” Veld agreed. “There isn’t.”
He let his gaze roam over the room once more, but as closely as he looked, there was nothing suspicious here. It looked just like a normal lab. “Well, I think I’ll leave you to your work then, Professor Hojo,” he said, reluctantly.
“Oh yes. Thank you. I should really return to my work. It is never good to interrupt it for too long.” The triumphant gleam that appeared in the man’s eyes made Veld hesitate another moment, looking at him.
His gaze fell on something on Hojo’s coat and he narrowed his eyes, staring at it. “Did you hurt yourself, professor?” he asked.
“What?” Hojo followed the gaze, hands moving over his coat with nearly panicked quickness.
“There’s some blood.” Veld pointed to a bloody stain on the collar of the coat.
“Oh. Oh! This!” Hojo frantically pulled at the garment, apparently not being able to decide if he wanted to hide the spot or just pull it into the correct position. “This is… oh… it is nothing. It… it is my blood! I needed it for research… That’s all.” The last word were firm again and Hojo looked at Veld once more with a confident expression. After all, it was him who was the scientist and he didn’t owe any kind of explanation to Ve.d what he was doing.
“I see.” Veld stared at the spot a moment longer, than he nodded slowly. No matter what people might suspect and what his own intuition might be telling him, there didn’t seem to be anythong wrong here. He nodded towards Hojo. “Good day, then, professor.” He turned around, leaving the room, not seeing the triumphant expression on Hojo’s face.
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Title: Blood
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: PG-13, or R, dunno
Warning: violence, blood
AN: I don't know anything about the time where this stuff plays. Ice said that Veld was there at that time. So if it's wrong, blame her.
“By the Ancients.” The words hung in the air like a poisonous cloud that was sinking down to cover those standing in the room, filling them with horror, as if only hearing the words made things real and as if everything would have just faded away had they just turned and walked away. But saying and hearing these words meant achknowleding what they saw and made it all too real.
The guards had hurried down the moment the alarm had been given, but even they hadn’t been able to arrive in time.
The laboratory was a mess. Nothing in the room had been spared.
Furnitue, instruments, computers, everything was scattered in the room, torn into pieces. Computer screens were blank, just one was glowing from time to time in a desperate struggle for life until it gave in as well.
But the most impressive thing was the hole in the wall, the ripped out door lying on the floor. They just stared at it, the only sound in the room the occasional spark from torn out electricity. Slowly, carefully, they edged forward, weapons held at attention, ready to fire on whoever or whatever had done this, towards the formerly hidden doorway, where there had only been seamless walls before. They stopped a few steps into the room, a thick silence spreading once more that said more than thousand words.
“Where is Hojo?” Veld snarled, nudging his way past the guards at the door. “What has happened in there?” He pushed two of the guards out of his way, stepping forward to see what they had discovered, staring in horror.
The whole room was covered in blood.
In here the destruction was even worse than in the first room. Nothing had stayed whole.
In the midst of it all lay the broken body of Shinra’s most famous scientist in a pool of blood, barely recognizable save for the badge clinging to his coat.
One of the guards turned around and vomited.
The others just stood there, slowly taking in the contents of the room, trying to understand what they saw.
There was a metal table, straps hanging from it. It was covered in dried blood, as well as the floor around it. Operation tools were scattered in all of the room, scalpels, thongs… Papers were were covering the floor, some of them torn into shreds, others still recognizable. Veld bent town to pick some sheet up, staring in horror at the papers, showing gruesome drawings of human bodies mutilated and broken. Some had parts of them missing and reattached in other places, organs adjusted, metal constructions implanted…
“Oh Ancient,” Veld whispered. “What has he done?”
Title: Screaming
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: PG-13
Warning: none really for this one
AN: I don't know anything about the time where this stuff plays. Ice said that Veld was there at that time. So if it's wrong, blame her.
The lab was clean and orderly, polished surfaces glistening, screens working busily. “It seems as if everything is going well,” Veld remarked, eyes roaming over the scenery.
“Oh perfectly well,” Hojo agreed, trying to smile reassuringly, which resulted in an expression that made him look just too much a crazy scientist. “As you clearly see.”
Veld nodded absentmindedly. “People are worried,” he said slowly. “There are rumours. Rumours about screams… emanating from your lab. But whenever anybody goes to investigate, the doors are locked.”
Hojo laughed dryly. “The imagination of bored guards knows no bounds. Surely you can’t reproach me for locking the doors from time to time. I can’t do my work properly when I need to expect people walking in all the time.”
Veld nodded slowly, studying Hojo closely. “They come up with outrageous things sometimes. And people are still on edge because Valentine vanished. Did you know that people claim he has been murdered? His body hidden?”
“Oh! Yes. Yes, I heard of this.” Hojo laughed, a hard uncomfortable sound. “Where they take these things from, one wonders. There’s not even evidence for this, none at all.”
“No,” Veld agreed. “There isn’t.”
He let his gaze roam over the room once more, but as closely as he looked, there was nothing suspicious here. It looked just like a normal lab. “Well, I think I’ll leave you to your work then, Professor Hojo,” he said, reluctantly.
“Oh yes. Thank you. I should really return to my work. It is never good to interrupt it for too long.” The triumphant gleam that appeared in the man’s eyes made Veld hesitate another moment, looking at him.
His gaze fell on something on Hojo’s coat and he narrowed his eyes, staring at it. “Did you hurt yourself, professor?” he asked.
“What?” Hojo followed the gaze, hands moving over his coat with nearly panicked quickness.
“There’s some blood.” Veld pointed to a bloody stain on the collar of the coat.
“Oh. Oh! This!” Hojo frantically pulled at the garment, apparently not being able to decide if he wanted to hide the spot or just pull it into the correct position. “This is… oh… it is nothing. It… it is my blood! I needed it for research… That’s all.” The last word were firm again and Hojo looked at Veld once more with a confident expression. After all, it was him who was the scientist and he didn’t owe any kind of explanation to Ve.d what he was doing.
“I see.” Veld stared at the spot a moment longer, than he nodded slowly. No matter what people might suspect and what his own intuition might be telling him, there didn’t seem to be anythong wrong here. He nodded towards Hojo. “Good day, then, professor.” He turned around, leaving the room, not seeing the triumphant expression on Hojo’s face.
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Title: Blood
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: PG-13, or R, dunno
Warning: violence, blood
AN: I don't know anything about the time where this stuff plays. Ice said that Veld was there at that time. So if it's wrong, blame her.
“By the Ancients.” The words hung in the air like a poisonous cloud that was sinking down to cover those standing in the room, filling them with horror, as if only hearing the words made things real and as if everything would have just faded away had they just turned and walked away. But saying and hearing these words meant achknowleding what they saw and made it all too real.
The guards had hurried down the moment the alarm had been given, but even they hadn’t been able to arrive in time.
The laboratory was a mess. Nothing in the room had been spared.
Furnitue, instruments, computers, everything was scattered in the room, torn into pieces. Computer screens were blank, just one was glowing from time to time in a desperate struggle for life until it gave in as well.
But the most impressive thing was the hole in the wall, the ripped out door lying on the floor. They just stared at it, the only sound in the room the occasional spark from torn out electricity. Slowly, carefully, they edged forward, weapons held at attention, ready to fire on whoever or whatever had done this, towards the formerly hidden doorway, where there had only been seamless walls before. They stopped a few steps into the room, a thick silence spreading once more that said more than thousand words.
“Where is Hojo?” Veld snarled, nudging his way past the guards at the door. “What has happened in there?” He pushed two of the guards out of his way, stepping forward to see what they had discovered, staring in horror.
The whole room was covered in blood.
In here the destruction was even worse than in the first room. Nothing had stayed whole.
In the midst of it all lay the broken body of Shinra’s most famous scientist in a pool of blood, barely recognizable save for the badge clinging to his coat.
One of the guards turned around and vomited.
The others just stood there, slowly taking in the contents of the room, trying to understand what they saw.
There was a metal table, straps hanging from it. It was covered in dried blood, as well as the floor around it. Operation tools were scattered in all of the room, scalpels, thongs… Papers were were covering the floor, some of them torn into shreds, others still recognizable. Veld bent town to pick some sheet up, staring in horror at the papers, showing gruesome drawings of human bodies mutilated and broken. Some had parts of them missing and reattached in other places, organs adjusted, metal constructions implanted…
“Oh Ancient,” Veld whispered. “What has he done?”