Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Revival of the Departed ❯ Revival of the Departed ( Prologue )

Title: Revival of the Departed

Author: J'dee

Series: Final Fantasy VII - this part based after Crisis Core

Rating: Mature - NC-17 (Het/Yaoi Non-Con)

Pairs: Jenova X Zack (in this part. I don't ship this pairing… don't hate me)

Story: Zack survived thanks to Hojo, but after Hojo's death he left Zack floating in a tank infested with Jenova cells for three years in hopes of creating a new son for Jenova… Will Zack succumb to Jenova? Will Cloud try to redeem his personal guilt of Zack's death by trying to save him this time around?

AN: I've been playing with this idea for a while I'm using the basis from my first FFVII fic but taking the idea in a slightly different direction.

Added AN: Just so you know I have a tendency to have to much dialogue, not enough description and I run on sentences. But I'm more of a script writer but that format doesn't seem to work for fan fiction. The structure in my opinion distracts from the story. So read at your own good judgment. I'm open for opinions and reviews advising me HOW I can improve my writing with examples not just `you run on sentences'… show me and example and a correction so I can learn.

Disclaimer: Make no money yadda yadda yadda, not my characters ect ect and all that fine print stuff. ;p

 

 

Prologue

 

 

Zack flashed his pissed off SOLIDER glare, followed by a scowl. He was supposed to be dead, left to drift in the freedom of the life stream, his soul in the sky amongst that of his mentor Angeal and Director Lazard. But as it seemed Gaia had other plans for him… if not her then the mad doctor that stood before him surely.

Hojo flashed Zack a withering look. “Oh don't give me that look… Sephiroth is dead, Vincent is a failure, Genesis is degrading and Cloud escaped, so you're one of the last of my specimens.”

“Let me die!” Zack shouted at him wrists, ankles strapped and bound to the table.

Hojo snorted out a laugh. “What on earth for? You revive so well. So if I make a mistake I can rectify it.”

It was Zack's turn to laugh, sarcastically. “Lucky me. I hope you don't poke and prod all 1st Class SOLDIER's otherwise they'd be none of us left by the end of it.”

“The bodies of dead ex-elite members are hard to come by.” Hojo flicked the needle before his thumb tapped the plunger up squirting the glowing green liquid up in to the air.

 

A trickle of sweat ran down Zack's temple looking at the needle. He was creepy, definitely creepy. He wiped the bead of sweat away on his bare shoulder. Almost naked on a cold table laid out for all eyes to see. It was not what he wanted to wake up to after the blue sky devoured him.

 

He was patched up with a few square bandages over his chest from the bullet holes. He assumed Hojo had nabbed his body before it went fully in to life stream and used a phoenix down on him. He guessed the pain and severity of his injuries had kept him unconscious. But he had no real clue on what had happened after Cloud bid him good night before walking across the desert to Midgar.

Just over twenty-four hours ago, he'd been on that cliff face over looking Midgar fighting to the death against a thousand and three ShinRA troops protecting the Mako addicted Cloud. The only friend he had left in this world apart from Aerith. Now here he was in some lab about to be injected with God knew what. Aerith and Cloud were probably thinking he was dead. He wanted freedom or death. Either would do so he could check up on them.

“So what's in the needle doc?” He tried to hide the concern in his voice with the joking quip while glancing at the needle.

“It just so happens… you already had a dose of this in your system.” Hojo grinned, those damned glasses of his glinting in the light of the laboratory.

“Enhanced… Jenova cells?” Zack breathed he'd at least been unconscious last time. He wasn't so lucky this time around.

Hojo grinned more. “You do remember.”

“Only cause Genesis told me, my hair morphed a copy of his thanks to your little drug enhancements.” Zack pulled at the straps holding his wrists down.

Hojo conjured a grin that made his skin crawl several ways to Sunday. “Hollander's experiments lack the finesse that my specimens inevitably get after years of tampering.”

 

Breathing in the humid laboratory air, the metal slab he was on creaked. He had deducted it was physically impossible to escape. Despite his genetic cells being tampered with for four years, Zack found himself unwillingly listening to a mad doctor ranting on about putting him through similar torment. With no means or for some reason strength to escape, Zack was stuck.

“What's it this time another four years?” He quipped, but bit his tongue instantly as the needle pierced the vein just under his elbow.

Hojo picked up a clip board slipping the spent needle in the pen slot flashing a crooked grin in Zack's direction. “I'd like a bit more than four years… less Mako more Jenova.”

 

Zack let out a frustrated cry pulling at the binds. Why wouldn't they budge? He didn't get it he was SOLIDER binds were nothing. Hand cuffs worked as well on him as plastic ones would a grown man. Yet despite his struggles these held him to the cool metal table.

“This table can hold a mako infused Turk as I break him. What makes you think you're going anywhere?” Hojo asked.

Glasses flashing menacingly at him Zack mentally cringed at the look. One thing was for certain he knew by that gaze he would be in this lab a while.

 

~*~*~*~

 

Zack sucked in a breath as consciousness was slowly claimed back. He could feel the pain course through his body. He was sure his eyes were watering from something else Hojo had stuck in to his body. He looked down at his chest the bandages gone and his skin slowly healing he guessed that was the pain. Lead removal surgery, reducing risk factors for Hojo's stupid machines. Machines that could fry him and themselves from metal bullets that had been making his chest look like Swiss cheese.

Zack turned his head to the side looking at the large mako tanks, their green glow reminding him of a cure materia. He really needed one of those right now that or a remedy to remove the feeling of poison running through his veins.

A white lab coat moved in front of his vision and he groggily looked up expecting to see Hojo standing there. He blinked seeing instead a blonde woman in a lab coat.

“Who…” Zack trailed off stopping as her hand touched the side of his face.

“Shhhhh don't let Hojo know I was here… just stealing his Mako.” She grinned mischievously.

Zack swallowed hard, it hurt and he knew his throat was dry. “Get me some water and we're even.”

She disappeared out of his sight and then reappeared tilting his head to let him drink the water. “You're that ex-SOLIDER that was supposed to be dead. Is Hojo still playing with his silly little experiments?”

It was rhetorical Zack knew that but he answered anyway, only with a nod of his head though. “Mako's in third cupboard on the right help yourself… I won't say a thing.”

She grinned letting his head down. “Ooooh I like you…” She pinched his cheek before heading to the cupboard helping herself. “The name's Scarlett cutie… remember it.” She vanished from the lab with a wink.

“Hnnn I shoulda asked her to kill me instead…” Zack mumbled his eyes closing as the pain began to numb his mind. “Hojo… what did… you… do?”

 

~*~*~*~

 

Hojo stood at the base of the Jenova tank. The alien woman's DNA floating through the mako liquid of the tank. His newly acquired experimental specimen floating unconscious inside. Zack was drugged in to a slumber that he couldn't and wouldn't wake up from, especially on his own.

Hands clasped behind his back he stared at the ex-SOLIDER in the secret lab, a place no one would look for him.

“You're coming along well…” The corner of his mouth twitched in a smile.

 

Zack was good as out cold, still the precautions had to be taken with SOLIDER, ex or not. Shackles round his ankles and feet as he hung in the tube. If he woke up they would hold him still while the alarms went off that he was awake. Giving Hojo enough time to get to the lab drain the liquid and see if his experiment worked.

 

It was rare his specimens lived after his testing, the few that had, Lucrecia, Vincent, Sephiroth, Cloud and Zack. Were all enhanced with Jenova and Mako. This time he was going all the way… replacing every single bit of Zack's DNA make up with Jenova. She would have a new son, a more obedient son. Though the only fear Hojo had was when Zack was released that he'd degrade like Genesis, Lazard and Hollander. Ex-1st Class SOLDIER's were not easy to come by, especially ones mistaken for dead.

Looking at Zack in the tank, there was not a single sign of the degradation process. The only thing that raised a brow was the way Zack suddenly started to thrash in the water through his unconsciousness. He was fighting her, that wouldn't do at all.

 

They may have not had Jenova's head anymore thanks to Sephiroth. But they had her body and had milked the rest of her cells out of the body in to this tank. So essentially Hojo believed Jenova was still around, and she was slowing infusing her remaining DNA cells with Zack's unconscious form.

Lips curled in a smile as he watched Zack thrash more, he was fighting her. He wouldn't win, Jenova was so much more than he was used to fighting, SOLIDER got their strength from the Mako and Jenova cells. They were inferior compared to her true power.

 

~*~*~*~

 

He couldn't focus. He couldn't wake like trapped in a bad dream where he felt the repetitive pain of bullets striking him over and over again.

 

Cloud…

 

Dragging his body through the mud to lean over him and look down at him, fear, and concern as readable as a book on his expression. All he could do was stare at that face he tried to speak but nothing. All he heard was the hiss of something by his ear and soft feminine nimble finger reaching over his biceps then with a swift yank they pulled him down in to darkness.

 

“CLOUD! RUN!”

 

He struggled as the face of Cloud faded from his sight and the darkness began to bubble and his eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, while feminine fingers played over his skin. It was soft and sensual like. While an evil step-mother's voice hissed in his ear.

“Zack… my son…”

“No… stop…”

 

Hands moving down his bare chest mother's weren't supposed to come on to their children. He thrashed trying to break her grip on his arms.

“Let me… in.”

Panting he was loosing his resolve to keep her at bay in the darkness where he couldn't see her face.

“No!”

 

One of her hands travelling down his chiselled abdomen. The other hand moved slowly languidly up. It paused under his chin before moving to his left cheek caressing the scar.

“Welcome to the family.”

Zack tried to pull away and looked up something invisible holding him shackled in place. The soft feminine curves pressed up against his back.

“Get offa me!”

He looked over his shoulder and gasped seeing a body headless pressed up against him and he let out cry trying to pull away from the female body.

 

“Don't fight mother... she is perfection.”

Zack recognized the voice, his head turning to the front to face the voice.

“Sephiroth. Don't…”

In his former superior's hand was Jenova's head, held up by her hair. Her eyes glowing purple as she stared at him. Her hand slipping in to the pair of trousers he wore and he doubled over sucking a breath.

“Mother loves us all equally…”

“I don't want this love!”

He let out a scream of pain as the hand gripped him between his thighs.

“Don't be like that… Let me show you…”

 

Her hand moved over him and Zack sucked in a deep ragged breath. That twisted bitch. The thought was bitter but it didn't stop his body responding to the need. He tried to suck in a gasp of air and he felt the unseen liquid enter his lunges.

“Good breathe it in Zack accept me…”

 

Eyes closing his back arching and he let out a cry. Never wanting to see the truth of what was happening to him. The reality of being mentally raped by Jenova while Sephiroth watched, it would break him soon. His only resolution was to mentally tell them that they were both sick and would rot in hell.

 

 

 

To Be Continued…