If you ever need me just whistle...
As we step out of the elevator two guards standing on either side of the door give us a quick glance, then return staring straight ahead. We walk out of the lobby into the hallway leading to the vestibule where his secretary's floor was. My heart begins to pound faster.
The last time I was up here they were trying to use me for experiments. Thank heavens Cloud and the others came to save me. Too bad I can't expect my bodyguard this time. They don't know that I was brought here. If I have to fight, I'm on my own.
The thought causes a twitch through my whole body, making Tseng look at me with a concerned look. "Hojo only wants to talk. Your not here for anything else."
"Sure. He want's to talk at first, then I'm back in that cage." I say, having one of my rare moments of sass.
"Whoa, so she does have some bite to her." Reno smirks.
"Reno, shut up." Elena sighs. I figured he annoyed her earlier and she was already at her peak.
Tseng shook his head knowing that I didn't mean it and dismissed the two. Even he knew what those cages did to me.
Who could blame me? It was horrible. I was only in there a few hours, but it left a lasting impression. I can't take ALL the Turks if I need to fight my way away, so I could be in there for days this time.
I snap out of my thoughts of dread as I find we've stopped walking and I'm about 10 feet away from the President of Shin-Ra Inc. and behind him, the undertaker himself, Hojo. I draw my eyes back to the President. He doesn't look good at all.
He's in the finest of suits as normal, but at the base of his right cuff is a small speckle of blood obviously from his nose, which is red and raw. His skin is a very pale white that's almost ghostly and his eyes, bloodshot. He coughs a few times and sounds like death incarnate. Empty potion bottles and medicinal boxes are scattered about his desk. He's had the sickness since it started. How could he live like this for three weeks?
I find myself feeling sorry for him as I slowly walk up to the desk, touching his hand, and looking about him with concerned eyes. He's cold. Almost too cold to be what's healthy. It's then I realize it's about 80 degrees in the room. Most likely to keep him just above death. Tears well up in my eyes.
While I don't care for this man at all, no one deserves to be this sick. It's terrible.
I look up at him in his sickly eyes, his boring back at me with anger, annoyance, and deep down in there, sadness. No one knows if the virus brings death, but if it does he's not far off. I think he knows this too.
I lower my head and remove my hand from his, trying to force a slight smile as if to bring my cheery mood back from back in the church. These people don't need to see me cry. There's only a few people that have after all, and they don't need to be added to the list.
"I'm sorry... I..." I sigh, "I... know nothing of this... I don't know... how to help you..."
The last time I was up here they were trying to use me for experiments. Thank heavens Cloud and the others came to save me. Too bad I can't expect my bodyguard this time. They don't know that I was brought here. If I have to fight, I'm on my own.
The thought causes a twitch through my whole body, making Tseng look at me with a concerned look. "Hojo only wants to talk. Your not here for anything else."
"Sure. He want's to talk at first, then I'm back in that cage." I say, having one of my rare moments of sass.
"Whoa, so she does have some bite to her." Reno smirks.
"Reno, shut up." Elena sighs. I figured he annoyed her earlier and she was already at her peak.
Tseng shook his head knowing that I didn't mean it and dismissed the two. Even he knew what those cages did to me.
Who could blame me? It was horrible. I was only in there a few hours, but it left a lasting impression. I can't take ALL the Turks if I need to fight my way away, so I could be in there for days this time.
I snap out of my thoughts of dread as I find we've stopped walking and I'm about 10 feet away from the President of Shin-Ra Inc. and behind him, the undertaker himself, Hojo. I draw my eyes back to the President. He doesn't look good at all.
He's in the finest of suits as normal, but at the base of his right cuff is a small speckle of blood obviously from his nose, which is red and raw. His skin is a very pale white that's almost ghostly and his eyes, bloodshot. He coughs a few times and sounds like death incarnate. Empty potion bottles and medicinal boxes are scattered about his desk. He's had the sickness since it started. How could he live like this for three weeks?
I find myself feeling sorry for him as I slowly walk up to the desk, touching his hand, and looking about him with concerned eyes. He's cold. Almost too cold to be what's healthy. It's then I realize it's about 80 degrees in the room. Most likely to keep him just above death. Tears well up in my eyes.
While I don't care for this man at all, no one deserves to be this sick. It's terrible.
I look up at him in his sickly eyes, his boring back at me with anger, annoyance, and deep down in there, sadness. No one knows if the virus brings death, but if it does he's not far off. I think he knows this too.
I lower my head and remove my hand from his, trying to force a slight smile as if to bring my cheery mood back from back in the church. These people don't need to see me cry. There's only a few people that have after all, and they don't need to be added to the list.
"I'm sorry... I..." I sigh, "I... know nothing of this... I don't know... how to help you..."
...I'll come running.
