Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Starla's Dance ❯ Chapter 9

Sephiroth struggled to breathe. His body throbbed painfully, and a few bruised ribs hurt when he breathed. If he could have his way he would lay very still on the cold floor, and die. But he couldn't even loose consciousness again as the image of Starla being raped came back into his mind. A groan escaped Sephiroth's lips as he tried to roll over.

Mind over pain, Sephiroth told himself. If he surrendered now he would fail Starla. Enough he already underestimated her. Thinking for a few moments she had betrayed him... Now raped because of him. Anger boiled in Sephiroth's veins.

Using the anger Sephiroth stood. He was still a bit shaky on his feet, but the thought of revenge was keeping him up. Wounds began to open and bleed again, he did not care. He could taste his revenge. All he had to do was find a way out of here. Putting a bloodied hand to his face he mentally steadied the world around him so he could make a certain step forward.

Just one last fight.

A familiar barrel of Vincent's beretta pressed against the back of Sephiroth's head. Inwardly Sephiroth cussed raising his hands. Waving the gun he directed Sephiroth the door. Which slowly Sephiroth did. Getting shot at again was not in his plans today.

In the lobby Sephiroth looked around. A strange contraption hung from the ceiling. The site of it amongst the dust frightened him. It was newly, and quickly put together. Sephiroth knew why; to get a false confession. Off towards the entrance stood two chocobo's tied to the contraption... Cloud was no where to be seen. He decided to take this chance.

"Vincent please listen to me." Sephiroth said in a wheeze.

"Drink this then put the shackles on." Vincent ordered handing Sephiroth a bottle.

Sephiroth took the bottle without much thought recognizing it as a potion. Probably to make sure he don't die. Glowering he downed the bottle's contents. Then he looked around for the shakes, they were in the center of the room. Sadly Sephiroth did as told, starting with the ones at his ankles, but he needed help with the last one.

"Will you confess now?" Vincent asked.

"My confession is this, I have none." Sephiroth replied on the verge of panic.

"So be it," Twice Vincent fired into the air.

Frightened by the sound of the gun the birds ran towards the exit. The rope they were tightened to tightened and yanked on the shackles' chain. Sephiroth found himself jerked upwards, till his body screamed out in pain from being pulled. Held to the ground by his shackled feet. Sephiroth cringed, as Vincent fired again. Still harder they pulled.

The bones in Sephiroth's shoulders threatened to give out. Among the other joints that were pulled to their limits. Sephiroth couldn't breathe, and he found tears running down his face. Lulling his head back he mustered the strength to speak.

"Please," Sephiroth gasped. "Was-n't... Me."

Four more times the gun went off and Sephiroth screamed at how much it hurt. It was amazing to him that he had that much air in his lungs. The chocobo's claws could be herd scraping on the floor. Vincent hesitated, then aimed the gun at Sephiroth.