Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Starla's Dance ❯ Chapter 17

Tightly, Starla held Sephiroth's pale hand. Still barely conscious herself, she tried her best to wait for hours in hope he'd awake. They had so greatly feared Starla would strain herself trying to be with him, so they had pushed their beds together. Now wearily she pulled his hand close smelling his presence. Finally, her eyes fluttered before her mind slipped off to rest.

Laughter rolled from a cave thirteen miles from town. In fear monsters moved, vacating the area for survival. Tifa used to bring Cloud here for privacy when people wouldn't give them time alone. It was in fact a step up from his shack. Though the bed was rusted and the mattress thin. A full length mirror sat cracked in the corner, and a molding rug haphazardly covered the floor.

Cloud turned looking at himself in Sephiroth's jacket. His grizzly trophy, and next time he saw Sephiroth, it would remind Sephiroth what he did to him. His sick mind released the weak struggles Sephiroth gave as he lay helpless below him. More indignant is Cloud needed not to restrain him.

Again laughter erupted from Cloud.

"Hyne, I'm so sorry Tifa so sorry." Cloud sobbed. "I seriously meant well for you and the baby. I tried to make you well again. Please don't leave me now. Don't leave me again. OH HYNE!"

A scream of sorrow tore from Cloud as he curled into a ball and sobbed. Tears streamed from his eyes, as his shoulders shook from the sobs that wracked his body. Pieces of glass and wood cut at unexposed flesh. Further Cloud sunk into his insanity. His only piece of Tifa, his family, was gone.

Still one thing was better then destroying Sephiroth dignity. His face as he watched Cloud rape his girlfriend. Cloud chuckled and rubbed at the crotch of his pants. A moan escaped his thin, bluish lips. Twirling he grabbed a picture of Tifa off the wall.

"Dear Tifa, if I knew how-pleasurable-tormenting people was, I would not have fought Sephiroth. Oh no, my dear precious Tifa, I would have been Sephiroth and worse." Cloud kissed the moldy glass. "You know I'm stronger and more powerful then him... You would have liked that wouldn't you Tifa?"

Blankly Cloud stared at the picture. His face twitched as if he was hearing someone scold him. Anger slowly contorted his face covering up his pleasure. His building erection from Sephiroth's misfortune, now had gone limp. Cloud's face grew redder and redder as rage boiled his blood. With both hands he gripped the picture of Tifa in a white knuckle grip.

"FUCK YOU TIFA!" Cloud screamed at the picture. "How you dare call what I do wrong and sick! What they did to us was worse, they took you away... No... NO! YOUR WRONG!"

Cloud flung the picture against the stone walls. It exploded in pieces. Rotted wood, and shattered glass spread across the floor. The force of the impact sent the fragile aged picture to tiny fragments. At realization of what he did his face faltered. Walking over to the fragments he collapsed to his knees. Desperately he tried to grab the remaining pieces of his picture. But each crumbled under his touch.

"Hyne, don't leave me."

Widely Starla yawned, stretching the best she could. Wetting her lips she looked at Sephiroth. She reasoned him to be still unconscious. However, a smile crossed her lips as half lidded green eyes stared at her. His hand squeezed hers, a content sleepy, smile stuck across his face.

"What are you doing?" Starla asked.

"Watching you sleep," Sephiroth said his voice rougher then he expected. "Your even beautiful as you sleep."

"Dork."

Sephiroth laughed lightly careful not to pull his stitches.

"What happened to you in the warehouse?"

A grimace broke Sephiroth's smile. "Nothing, I just-fell."

"Nuh, uh." Star said pouting. "Your lying to me."

"Star, please," Sephiroth took his hand from her. "Nothing happened."

"Yuh huh, and you better tell me."

Squeezing his eyes shut he grabbed his side as he groaned in pain. Fear filled Starla's eyes, and she cried for a nurse. For the moment the thought of pressing him to spill left her mind. Could she rise without pain herself she would have cradled him in her arms. Screaming had already irritated the shattered bones in her shoulder.

The nurse, and a doctor rushed in. By this time Sephiroth was screaming and thrashed holding his side. Carefully the doctor slid some fluid into Sephiroth's arm. After a few seconds Sephiroth stopped thrashing, but he still gulped for air. Sweat beading his face, holding down stray strand of grey hair. Tears rolled from Sephiroth's eyes, his eyes remained wide open, but hazed over.

"Sephiroth what's wrong."

Sephiroth lay there tense though drugged gasping for air without replying.

[Buhahahahahahahahahahaha, I have nothing to loose.

Hahahahahhahahahahaha, and to think now I didn't realize that till now fully.

Oh yes, and now I'M in control, now know how it FEELS when someone controls your body for once!

Insanity has it's joyous pluses.]

The laughter continued in his head, something racked at his sanity, threatening to strip Sephiroth's control from him. Blackness grabbed at him, and then Sephiroth knew no more.

"Wha-What's wrong with him!" Starla yelled at the two.

"It's probably just pain, there was a lot of damage done." The doctor said as he shut Sephiroth's eyes. "Older people, especially as old as him sometimes there bodies become more susceptible-"

A growl rolled from Starla. "He's not that fucking old."

"Well, I assumed with his grey hair he-"

"Don't finish that, he's only ten years older then me."

"Yes, well, then I don't know. We'll watch him, that's all we can do."

Starla reached over and grabbed Sephiroth's hand stroking it gently. "Please wake up and tell me what's wrong."