Series: Final Fantasy VII
Category: Horror
Rating: PG-13
Character: Reeve
Warning: Angst, gore
Author's Note: I adore Reeve. This is probably not the best way to show it, but still. I was inspired by Stephen King's Carrie when writing this, so it's really, really weird, and when I wrote this for the first time, I spelled weird 'weard'. So there has been development in my writing..
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII belongs to Squaresoft. If it didn't, it would have had much sappier ending.
Archive: Abstract Reasoning.
Summary: Reeve muses over his life.. then remembers something important.

Shard Of One's Mind

Reeve hurried his way along the dark streets, his steps wide and nervous.

(get away get away get away)

Doubts of before were gone now.. he was now certain, no, DEFINITELY certain that he had gone mad for good.

(killed they killed everyone I watched my God I just watched)

Men. Women. Children. Who knows how many of those who were now gone were children. Their future was just ahead, waiting for them with endless hope and dreams. But now those delicate strings of life were cut, cruelly, uselessly. By a whim of an evil man.

(I did nothing)

He wouldn't go back. Not now, not ever.. Shinra had gone too far, no, TOO FAR, this time. Midgar was supposed to be the city of hope, not a graveyard of broken dreams.

(oh God how do I hate you)

Along with all those people, all in Reeve's heart had died as well.

Tolerance. Hope. Love. Love, the curse of a human soul. Of every soul.

(why did I fall too father forgive me)

His parents. Bathing in shame, they had to be. Their son, their ONLY son, was a coward, a lamb, a puppet which danced when it was told to dance, which obeyed every command of it's master.

(but not anymore not anymore)

Puppet had cut it's strings. He wouldn't go back.

With dark determation, soon former head of the Urban Development Department continued making his way to his home, to the freedom.

Until something made him stop his movements sped by fury.

(megaphone)

Once he had been in the slums, to check out if the rumors about the horrible life there was true, only to find every single gossip he had heard to be true. A kid had bumped to him, when escaping something, looked up at him with crystal blue eyes, suddenly smiling and pushing something in his hand, then running off, and Reeve had never seen him again. Only a strange megaphone was left as a memory of a child with big and generous heart.

Who was now gone, dead, along with all the other lives of Sector 7.

(go back go back get the memory do not leave it there not to them)

Cursing silently at his carelessness, Reeve turned around and ran back towards the base of hell.

* * *

Something disturbing faced him when he arrived to the place he had just abandoned. Doors were open..

..and there was no one there to guard.

Confused, Reeve stepped in, looking around

(goddamn stupid asshole move it is not your problem get the fucking megaphone)

seeing nothing.

"What the?" he whispered. His voice, although silent, seemed to echo in the hallways, walls replied him with the faint sound of the the the the..

Shaking his head, nervousness nagging at his empty stomach, Reeve started pacing, slowly, quietly, as if fearing to wake up the sleeping beast. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest, so hard and fast, as if trying to get out from him.

(beat beat beat beat beat beat)

He continued his way, not even truly aware of his movements. As if something invisible was guiding him.

First thing to bring him back to his senses was the SMELL.

Sweet, sickening stench which filled his nostrils, making him want to vomit his insides out. It filled everything, dominated the air. Because of his dizzyness, it took him several moments to realize what it was.

As did the stream of something bright red curling on the floor.

(blood)

Turning pale, Reeve followed the stream with his gaze, his dark eyes widening in horror.

(blood blood blood blood blood death death DEATH)

There was a body.

He could recognize the electric blue of a trooper's uniform.. that was the only thing he could tell. Otherwise, the body was covered with fresh, dark blood, still welling out from deep, gaping wounds, which had torn the body open completely. There was nothing left of the face.

And there were so many other former troopers laying around like that.

(DEATH!!!!!!!)

Reeve was about to throw up, but he forced to swallow down the pile that had risen up in this throat, feeling the horror grasping his heart with an irony grip.

(run)

He took two steps back, staring at the blood-covered floor in blind terror.

(run)

Crystal-like eyes faded from his mind, memory of the fallen little angel seeming insignificant now

(run run run)

as he backed up some more, still in shock of what he had just seen

(run run run run run)

then finally fear became too much and he turned his back to the terrifying sight

(insane run run run run run)

and ran.

(run run run run run run RUN!!!!!)

Feeling tears moistening his eyes, Reeve ran, staggering when he forgot how to move one foot ahead of the other one properly, wanting to scream: he had never been so scared in his whole life.

(not scared at all this is true fear)

Every single thought of stopping to help people escaped from his mind with one wipe of terror, he couldn't think anything else but his own life, about NOT wanting to die, not now, certainly not now, not in this building of corruption.

(do not let me die)

He didn't bother to take any lift, he just chose the stairs, ran along them, almost fell over when he was about to be stumbled by his own legs, but somehow managed to survive from every hellish step, all the way out.

(crystal eyes)

Fresh air tickled in his nose when he finally got out, so sweet and precious after all that blood.

(memory lost forgive me)

He fell to his knees and burst into tears.

* * *

[Several Months Later..]

Cait Sith hopped his way to the lockeries of the Shinra's workers, usual cheerfulness of his robotic appearance now gone.

(here fetch boy)

He reached out with his mechanic paw, holding a small key, opening the locker he had left untouched a long time ago,

(after the nightmare)

pulling the door open.

He almost screamed in relief when he saw it there, whole and safe.

The megaphone.

Little robot cat smiled, taking the megaphone, caressing it's cool, smooth surface with his paw.

HP Shout.

Last memory of the lost souls.

Holding it tightly, Cait Sith closed the locker and left it, not looking back.

(no need to)

(keep the promise)

Tribute to the broken dreams.

19. January 2001