Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Final Fantasy VII: The Fallout ❯ Everything Happens For a Reason ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3

Everything Happens For a Reason

 

 

She sat up stunned as they took the head out of her room. It was morning and the red sun dawned, meaning blood had been spilled. Marlene stared at the wall and didn't know whether to cry or feel relieved. She could finally leave this place without regrets. She wasn't sure whether she loved Rufus or pitied him more. He was always a sniveling weasel, but there were times, though few and far between, when he could be daring and romantic. She looked down at her blood stained hands and contemplated. She must have cuddled with the head without realizing it.

 

She walked out of the room, naked; she didn't care what anyone thought at this moment, and walked across the hallway and into the bathroom. There was the stagnant, foul smell of blood in the air masked by some lemon cleaner used to wipe down the walls and clean up the mess she had been told was in here. She wasn't told much else, nor did she ask. A few people were still vigorously cleaning the floor, and she didn't even bother to ask them to leave, nor did she close the door. `Let them enjoy the show' she thought. She was apathetic almost to the whole situation.

 

She stepped into the tub where the rotting corpse of her boyfriend had been just moments before and turned the dial till a cool breeze of water struck her slender torso. It felt almost magical against her soft skin. Marlene began washing up, bending down almost every time she thought of it to give the workers a quick thrill. She smiled seductively at them, wondering what they were thinking at that particular moment. Did they think she was a whore? Did they want her? The prospects overwhelmed her. She didn't really know why she was being such a slut. Maybe for the attention, because she knew she had everything a guy drools over.

 

She stepped out of the tub and grabbed a blood soaked towel from the towel rack, because nobody had thought to replace it. She snickered as she dried off, realizing she was covered in blood again, then bounced back into her room, almost happily. When she arrived back across the hall, she changed into an oversized tee-shirt and some panties and noticed someone lurking in the door.

 

“Don't you knock? I don't like being leered at while I'm changing!”

“Yea … I can see that … Ummm….” He looked almost intimidated by her and wouldn't take a step even though she was motioning him in.

“What do you want?”

“W-well, ma'am, I'm the late President Shinra's lawyer and executor of his estate….” His voice trailed off as he realized she was packing and wasn't listening, “Might I ask where you're going?”

“I'm going away … my boyfriend is dead and he owned this place, so most likely there will be a power struggle and this company will topple. Not to mention, I'm not the most popular person here and would be out on my ass eventually”
The lawyer pushed up his glasses and took a deep breath, “W-well, miss, that's the reason I'm here. He left it to you in the event of his death.”

“Really … that's … interesting …”

A concealed smirk flashed over her face and she dashed passed the lawyer, up to the offices. She smiled as she reached the desk and sat in the comfy chair she used to sit in for hours at a time, staring at the city from the window in her fake, plastic world. But now, the world seemed all too real. She smiled at the busy people below her, wasting their time with trivial things. She felt empowered, but she didn't know exactly what to do. She looked down at her clothing and tore it off. She needed new clothes, more expensive clothes. She sat there in the chair, looking down. At least she looked good, so no one could or would complain.

 

Marlene the let her eyes fall upon to the case at the far end of the office, and she realized the sword was gone. She screamed at the top of her lungs and a few people came scurrying up the stairs to find her, sitting naked on the desktop, cross legged with feet daggling just above the ground.

 

“I want Sephiroth's sword found NOW!!!!” She bellowed.

One man spoke up as the rest cowered, “We found it in your closet, blood stained. We were having it cleaned. It should be ready by now.”

“In my closet?”
”Yes, jammed in between some of your clothes. The inspector said it must have been a set up, because no woman could wield it, so he decided not to question you.”

“Well, what are you standing there gawking at? Go get it!”

 

The three of them went downstairs hurriedly and as she waited she heard a voice, a faint whisper on the wind behind her.

 

“You like it, don't you?”

“What?” She tried to look behind her, but couldn't.

“All this power I've given you of course.”

“How'd you know I was in his will?”

“How didn't you?”

“I don't know. I just didn't. What do you want?”

“Easy … a fair trade. I'll let you keep all your power, but I want some of it too. I want you to do anything I ask, whenever I ask it. That's it.”

“And if I refuse?”

“I'll slit your throat and piss on the ashes of Shinra Inc. Do we have a deal?”

“I'd say so.”

“Good.”

 

With that, she could move her neck again, and she twirled around, falling off the desk to find no one there.