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Ocktoberfest 08 Entry: "A Night in the Life Of..." by Orenda
With 30 minutes to spare... ^^;;
Title: ADay Night in the Life Of…
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orenda33
Word Count: 2,252
Rating: PG-13, for mild blood and swearing
Character(s): Elena, Reno, Rude, Xenomorph, mentions of a Leftover
Summary: The misadventures of our three favorite Turks.
Notes: Apologies to any characterizations I might have slaughtered. Especially Bex, because somehow this came out in Rude’s POV and I’m not sure why.
“Status report?” The voice was Rude’s, soft from the bush he was hiding behind along with his partners. Not that Rude usually spoke much louder even when they weren’t trying to hide.
Tonight just wasn’t on their side, and one had to wonder what the finest members of Shinra’s Department of Administrative Research had done to deserve it. Well, okay, so they tended to kill people for a living, and any other number of tasks that got their hands dirty. And that wasn’t even taking into consideration the number of innocent lives that had been lost thanks to Reno’s dropping of the sector plate in Midgar. But hey, who was counting? Hadn’t they received enough punishment for merely being trapped in this strange horror house pretending to be a mental institution?
At least that’s what Rude figured at any rate. But apparently his thoughts didn’t matter, because that last fight had almost left the Turks in over their heads. Only thanks to some fast reflexes and quite a lot of sheer luck had the three of them managed to escape.
It had started, of course, with the Xenomorph. At least that’s what people on the bulletin board had called it. Reno had made a comment that it looked like something Jenova would be dating, (his exact words involved something involving mouth to non-mouth, and Rude had tuned it out) and Elena had reluctantly agreed. The creature had been lurking in the cafeteria, and had snuck up on them before they’d had a chance to react, silent in its approach.
They’d gotten outside and away from it, but not without some casualties; namely Rude’s glasses for one thing. Not only were they broken, but in the process his face had been covered in disgusting alien drool. Said drool was also apparently acidic, because now Rude really couldn’t see.
Too bad there were more surprises waiting in the courtyard. He had no idea what the hell they were fighting, giving its strangely disfigured shape, and he wasn’t sure that he wanted to know.
At Rude’s question, Elena turned to look at his face in the dim light, wincing at the movement from the sharp pain in her leg. “It’s broken, and I… don’t think I can walk. But everything else is okay. Reno might be worse…”
That last… leftover thing. It was gone now, but before Reno had decapitated it, Elena had tried to kick it, only to have the creature grab her leg somehow despite her speed. It hadn’t been hard to hear the sickening crunch of bone even in the middle of the fight. It wasn’t the worst injury she’d ever had, but this place had no healing material or potions, and she had to admit that it was painful.
“How sweet of you to care,” Reno’s tone had an edge of sarcasm to it, but not as much as usual. “It’s only skin deep. I’m better off than either of you.”
Reno had been the one to discover first hand that the Jenova wannabe’s claws were razor sharp. That, and his makeshift pipe weapon was rather useless against its exoskeleton. Luckily for Reno he was the fastest of all of them, and had backed up in time before it could pierce anything too deeply. By the time they were free of the second monster, however, his skin was rather pale and he’d lost a decent amount of blood.
Elena sighed at him, pulling out some of the medical supplies they’d managed to gather, tossing him a few bandages. “At least fix the worst ones, Reno. Or do I have to play nurse?”
“Hmm, you know you could make a pretty hot nurse…”
Rude ignored them both, rather glad that he couldn’t see whatever flirting might be going on. He rubbed at his temples, trying to resist the temptation to do the same for his eyes, assuming it would make the burning worse. He was also rather disappointed, because in order to keep the Xenomorph from following them, he’d had to light one of his new toys on fire in the doorway. Not that he had anything against using the bombs that he made; it was just that supplies were so limited here, and that one in particular had barely been big enough to scorch the walls. And to top it off, he hadn’t even been able to properly see the explosion.
Elena slapped Reno’s shoulder at the comment, enough to make the redhead flinch as she hit one of his deeper gashes. “Ow! Kay, ‘kay, fine. I’ll fix it. You worry about your leg, because we can’t stay here all night.”
“But where can we go? We can’t go back inside through that door, and we can’t exactly get over the walls like this.” Elena seemed to be willing to drop the brief rivalry, keeping an eye on both of her partners to see if either needed help. It was better than focusing on her own pain, or the fact that she was feeling more and more light-headed and nauseous from it.
Reno, however, had noticed, and he exchanged a questioning glance with Rude… that the bald Turk couldn’t see. Fuck, this wasn’t fun. “There’s always the rec field, and going around that way. Rude, you still have the big one left, right?”
Rude nodded at the reddish blur that he could kind of make out. Even without really seeing, no one could ever match the color growing out of his partner’s skull. Made it easy to find him that way when he was causing trouble, at least. “Only one shot if we use that. Would like to save it if we can.”
There’s silence for a minute as they catch their breath, Reno only fixing what he could in keeping Elena satisfied so that she wouldn’t try and help herself. What Rude wouldn’t give for something more useful in this damn hellhole.
“Let me scout ahead,” Reno suggested. “If there’s nothin’ nasty waiting for us, we can go around that way. Rude, maybe you should carry her.”
“No, I’ll be fin-” Elena cut off mid-sentence to keep her stomach from lurching, and she leaned back against a tree trunk, eyes shut tight from the pain.
Rude nodded again, and then Reno was gone. If nothing else, she could be his eyes and he could be her legs, as embarrassing as the fact was that alien saliva was currently his greatest nemesis. He really needed a new pair of shades. And a stiff drink. Make that several.
Except they waited. And waited. And still Reno didn’t come back. If he’d left them out here without a damn good reason… Well, Rude still hadn’t ever killed his partner, not even for the time that he’d “borrowed” Rude’s stereo without permission, only to have it returned dismembered. And Reno had still never told him what had happened. But nevertheless, there was a limit to the bald Turk’s patience, and tonight it was stretched thin enough as it was, the way the days worked in this place.
“Maybe we should go get him.” Elena’s voice drifted through Rude’s thoughts. She sounded exhausted, and he really didn’t blame her. Thoughts of her bloody ID card that he’d seen thanks to Kadaj still made him worry and a bit protective, even if she could generally stand on her own.
Stand was a bad choice of wording for tonight, unfortunately.
“Yeah, let’s go,” he agreed, debating on the best way to pick her up. It would be easier if she was on his back, but that would probably be more than a little painful for the way he’d have to hold her leg. So in his arms it was.
She protested only a little, settling her weight against him as he started to stand up. For a moment he felt awkward, remembering the morning she’d fallen asleep against him in a similar way. But this was different. Right? Besides, it wasn’t like he had any plans to sleep with his co-workers. Let Reno deal with that issue if he wanted to, but Rude wanted nothing to do with it.
“You’ll have to give me directions,” he told her once he’d gained proper balance, finally satisfied that he had her held in a way that wouldn’t jostle her too much. “I can see a little, but not enough.”
He felt her head shift so that she could see better, muscles tense as she tried ignoring the pain jolting through her body. “Why, you don’t want to run into any trees?” When he didn’t answer, she sighed softly. “Okay. Reno went off that way, so just a little to your left and then straight.”
The pair of them must have been a sight to see. Between “left… no, your other left” (Rude had a feeling that Elena was having more than a little difficulty concentrating), and Rude trying to feel his way around without the ability to feel around with his arms first (seeing as how they were currently occupied with a dazed blonde), they were practically screaming to be a target for any living and/or undead creatures that might be nearby. It was a miracle that they somehow made it out of the courtyard and through the rec field unscratched. Well, okay that was a lie. But at least not anymore than they already were.
They found Reno lying against the wall next to the door. He wasn’t completely unconscious, but he wasn’t all that awake, either. Rude tried not to groan when Elena told him this, because he wasn’t sure he could carry both of them. Gently setting her down close by, he knelt down next to the redhead, shaking him lightly. Luckily by that point he could just about see again, or at least as good as he ever did without his glasses. Reno and Elena both knew of his secret by now, but it didn’t make it any less embarrassing. He was a Turk, after all. Things like that shouldn’t have been a problem.
“I told him he’d lost too much blood,” she mumbled softly, clutching her stomach and curling up a little in the grass. Rude did feel sorry for her. Her teeth were chattering as she spoke, and he wondered if she was going into mild shock from the pain.
He bet that she’d like a drink right about now too. Elena was a bit of a lightweight when it came to alcohol, but he was pretty sure that she wouldn’t complain tonight. He probably wouldn’t even try and stop her for it.
Rude’s attention went back to the slumped figure in front of him. “Reno.”
The redhead stirred at his name, mumbling something incoherent. Rude leaned closer, squinting to inspect the damage. Shit. It was hard to see, considering how it blended in with his hair, but it looked like his head was bleeding, a cut visible right above Reno’s forehead even to him. Reno’d only been left alone for like fifteen minutes, and just had to get into more trouble.
“Elena, I don’t think…” Rude trailed off, cursing silently to himself. She wasn’t awake anymore either. Now what the hell was he supposed to do with both of them?
With some effort, he managed to get Reno awake enough to at least stand up and walk, albeit leaning heavily on Rude’s shoulder. That way he only had to worry about carrying Elena, who whined a little unconsciously in protest to being moved. Thank god Reno had at least gotten to the door first, and it was only a little trouble to get the three of them maneuvered inside. Their steps were slow and awkward, Reno being of little help to get them moving.
Rude picked the first open room, not bothering to knock. Not that he really had a hand or arm free to even attempt such a thing at the moment. Guiding Reno to the bed as best as he could, considering his still poor vision, the redhead stretched out on it, awake now but still oddly silent. Rude tried to ask him what had happened, only to get flicked off in response. He decided it wasn’t worth the effort to try and figure it out.
Also, if he managed to get a hold of some liquor, he’d share it with Elena and let Reno suffer. He deserved it for all of this. It might not have gone this badly if they’d planned a bit more ahead of time.
There was a noise outside in the hallway, and instead of taking any chances, Rude set Elena down on the bed as well before stumbling over to lock the door. Turks were supposed to have a lot more grace than this, and as far as Rude was concerned, Tseng would never hear of this particular misadventure.
Coming back, he’d planned on moving Elena over to the other empty bed, but she protested with a heavy whine, most likely from the pain. They really didn’t have the supplies to make a proper stint in here, and even being carried her leg had probably been jostled around too much. Not to mention Reno didn’t look like he was moving anywhere. Guess they’d be stuck together until dawn.
Sitting on the opposite mattress from the pair, Rude contemplated what their next step should be. Besides hunting down the nearest alchemist and bribing them to make drinks.
But they were Turks. They would deal, make do, and go on. It was their way of life.
Title: A
Author:
orenda33Word Count: 2,252
Rating: PG-13, for mild blood and swearing
Character(s): Elena, Reno, Rude, Xenomorph, mentions of a Leftover
Summary: The misadventures of our three favorite Turks.
Notes: Apologies to any characterizations I might have slaughtered. Especially Bex, because somehow this came out in Rude’s POV and I’m not sure why.
“Status report?” The voice was Rude’s, soft from the bush he was hiding behind along with his partners. Not that Rude usually spoke much louder even when they weren’t trying to hide.
Tonight just wasn’t on their side, and one had to wonder what the finest members of Shinra’s Department of Administrative Research had done to deserve it. Well, okay, so they tended to kill people for a living, and any other number of tasks that got their hands dirty. And that wasn’t even taking into consideration the number of innocent lives that had been lost thanks to Reno’s dropping of the sector plate in Midgar. But hey, who was counting? Hadn’t they received enough punishment for merely being trapped in this strange horror house pretending to be a mental institution?
At least that’s what Rude figured at any rate. But apparently his thoughts didn’t matter, because that last fight had almost left the Turks in over their heads. Only thanks to some fast reflexes and quite a lot of sheer luck had the three of them managed to escape.
It had started, of course, with the Xenomorph. At least that’s what people on the bulletin board had called it. Reno had made a comment that it looked like something Jenova would be dating, (his exact words involved something involving mouth to non-mouth, and Rude had tuned it out) and Elena had reluctantly agreed. The creature had been lurking in the cafeteria, and had snuck up on them before they’d had a chance to react, silent in its approach.
They’d gotten outside and away from it, but not without some casualties; namely Rude’s glasses for one thing. Not only were they broken, but in the process his face had been covered in disgusting alien drool. Said drool was also apparently acidic, because now Rude really couldn’t see.
Too bad there were more surprises waiting in the courtyard. He had no idea what the hell they were fighting, giving its strangely disfigured shape, and he wasn’t sure that he wanted to know.
At Rude’s question, Elena turned to look at his face in the dim light, wincing at the movement from the sharp pain in her leg. “It’s broken, and I… don’t think I can walk. But everything else is okay. Reno might be worse…”
That last… leftover thing. It was gone now, but before Reno had decapitated it, Elena had tried to kick it, only to have the creature grab her leg somehow despite her speed. It hadn’t been hard to hear the sickening crunch of bone even in the middle of the fight. It wasn’t the worst injury she’d ever had, but this place had no healing material or potions, and she had to admit that it was painful.
“How sweet of you to care,” Reno’s tone had an edge of sarcasm to it, but not as much as usual. “It’s only skin deep. I’m better off than either of you.”
Reno had been the one to discover first hand that the Jenova wannabe’s claws were razor sharp. That, and his makeshift pipe weapon was rather useless against its exoskeleton. Luckily for Reno he was the fastest of all of them, and had backed up in time before it could pierce anything too deeply. By the time they were free of the second monster, however, his skin was rather pale and he’d lost a decent amount of blood.
Elena sighed at him, pulling out some of the medical supplies they’d managed to gather, tossing him a few bandages. “At least fix the worst ones, Reno. Or do I have to play nurse?”
“Hmm, you know you could make a pretty hot nurse…”
Rude ignored them both, rather glad that he couldn’t see whatever flirting might be going on. He rubbed at his temples, trying to resist the temptation to do the same for his eyes, assuming it would make the burning worse. He was also rather disappointed, because in order to keep the Xenomorph from following them, he’d had to light one of his new toys on fire in the doorway. Not that he had anything against using the bombs that he made; it was just that supplies were so limited here, and that one in particular had barely been big enough to scorch the walls. And to top it off, he hadn’t even been able to properly see the explosion.
Elena slapped Reno’s shoulder at the comment, enough to make the redhead flinch as she hit one of his deeper gashes. “Ow! Kay, ‘kay, fine. I’ll fix it. You worry about your leg, because we can’t stay here all night.”
“But where can we go? We can’t go back inside through that door, and we can’t exactly get over the walls like this.” Elena seemed to be willing to drop the brief rivalry, keeping an eye on both of her partners to see if either needed help. It was better than focusing on her own pain, or the fact that she was feeling more and more light-headed and nauseous from it.
Reno, however, had noticed, and he exchanged a questioning glance with Rude… that the bald Turk couldn’t see. Fuck, this wasn’t fun. “There’s always the rec field, and going around that way. Rude, you still have the big one left, right?”
Rude nodded at the reddish blur that he could kind of make out. Even without really seeing, no one could ever match the color growing out of his partner’s skull. Made it easy to find him that way when he was causing trouble, at least. “Only one shot if we use that. Would like to save it if we can.”
There’s silence for a minute as they catch their breath, Reno only fixing what he could in keeping Elena satisfied so that she wouldn’t try and help herself. What Rude wouldn’t give for something more useful in this damn hellhole.
“Let me scout ahead,” Reno suggested. “If there’s nothin’ nasty waiting for us, we can go around that way. Rude, maybe you should carry her.”
“No, I’ll be fin-” Elena cut off mid-sentence to keep her stomach from lurching, and she leaned back against a tree trunk, eyes shut tight from the pain.
Rude nodded again, and then Reno was gone. If nothing else, she could be his eyes and he could be her legs, as embarrassing as the fact was that alien saliva was currently his greatest nemesis. He really needed a new pair of shades. And a stiff drink. Make that several.
Except they waited. And waited. And still Reno didn’t come back. If he’d left them out here without a damn good reason… Well, Rude still hadn’t ever killed his partner, not even for the time that he’d “borrowed” Rude’s stereo without permission, only to have it returned dismembered. And Reno had still never told him what had happened. But nevertheless, there was a limit to the bald Turk’s patience, and tonight it was stretched thin enough as it was, the way the days worked in this place.
“Maybe we should go get him.” Elena’s voice drifted through Rude’s thoughts. She sounded exhausted, and he really didn’t blame her. Thoughts of her bloody ID card that he’d seen thanks to Kadaj still made him worry and a bit protective, even if she could generally stand on her own.
Stand was a bad choice of wording for tonight, unfortunately.
“Yeah, let’s go,” he agreed, debating on the best way to pick her up. It would be easier if she was on his back, but that would probably be more than a little painful for the way he’d have to hold her leg. So in his arms it was.
She protested only a little, settling her weight against him as he started to stand up. For a moment he felt awkward, remembering the morning she’d fallen asleep against him in a similar way. But this was different. Right? Besides, it wasn’t like he had any plans to sleep with his co-workers. Let Reno deal with that issue if he wanted to, but Rude wanted nothing to do with it.
“You’ll have to give me directions,” he told her once he’d gained proper balance, finally satisfied that he had her held in a way that wouldn’t jostle her too much. “I can see a little, but not enough.”
He felt her head shift so that she could see better, muscles tense as she tried ignoring the pain jolting through her body. “Why, you don’t want to run into any trees?” When he didn’t answer, she sighed softly. “Okay. Reno went off that way, so just a little to your left and then straight.”
The pair of them must have been a sight to see. Between “left… no, your other left” (Rude had a feeling that Elena was having more than a little difficulty concentrating), and Rude trying to feel his way around without the ability to feel around with his arms first (seeing as how they were currently occupied with a dazed blonde), they were practically screaming to be a target for any living and/or undead creatures that might be nearby. It was a miracle that they somehow made it out of the courtyard and through the rec field unscratched. Well, okay that was a lie. But at least not anymore than they already were.
They found Reno lying against the wall next to the door. He wasn’t completely unconscious, but he wasn’t all that awake, either. Rude tried not to groan when Elena told him this, because he wasn’t sure he could carry both of them. Gently setting her down close by, he knelt down next to the redhead, shaking him lightly. Luckily by that point he could just about see again, or at least as good as he ever did without his glasses. Reno and Elena both knew of his secret by now, but it didn’t make it any less embarrassing. He was a Turk, after all. Things like that shouldn’t have been a problem.
“I told him he’d lost too much blood,” she mumbled softly, clutching her stomach and curling up a little in the grass. Rude did feel sorry for her. Her teeth were chattering as she spoke, and he wondered if she was going into mild shock from the pain.
He bet that she’d like a drink right about now too. Elena was a bit of a lightweight when it came to alcohol, but he was pretty sure that she wouldn’t complain tonight. He probably wouldn’t even try and stop her for it.
Rude’s attention went back to the slumped figure in front of him. “Reno.”
The redhead stirred at his name, mumbling something incoherent. Rude leaned closer, squinting to inspect the damage. Shit. It was hard to see, considering how it blended in with his hair, but it looked like his head was bleeding, a cut visible right above Reno’s forehead even to him. Reno’d only been left alone for like fifteen minutes, and just had to get into more trouble.
“Elena, I don’t think…” Rude trailed off, cursing silently to himself. She wasn’t awake anymore either. Now what the hell was he supposed to do with both of them?
With some effort, he managed to get Reno awake enough to at least stand up and walk, albeit leaning heavily on Rude’s shoulder. That way he only had to worry about carrying Elena, who whined a little unconsciously in protest to being moved. Thank god Reno had at least gotten to the door first, and it was only a little trouble to get the three of them maneuvered inside. Their steps were slow and awkward, Reno being of little help to get them moving.
Rude picked the first open room, not bothering to knock. Not that he really had a hand or arm free to even attempt such a thing at the moment. Guiding Reno to the bed as best as he could, considering his still poor vision, the redhead stretched out on it, awake now but still oddly silent. Rude tried to ask him what had happened, only to get flicked off in response. He decided it wasn’t worth the effort to try and figure it out.
Also, if he managed to get a hold of some liquor, he’d share it with Elena and let Reno suffer. He deserved it for all of this. It might not have gone this badly if they’d planned a bit more ahead of time.
There was a noise outside in the hallway, and instead of taking any chances, Rude set Elena down on the bed as well before stumbling over to lock the door. Turks were supposed to have a lot more grace than this, and as far as Rude was concerned, Tseng would never hear of this particular misadventure.
Coming back, he’d planned on moving Elena over to the other empty bed, but she protested with a heavy whine, most likely from the pain. They really didn’t have the supplies to make a proper stint in here, and even being carried her leg had probably been jostled around too much. Not to mention Reno didn’t look like he was moving anywhere. Guess they’d be stuck together until dawn.
Sitting on the opposite mattress from the pair, Rude contemplated what their next step should be. Besides hunting down the nearest alchemist and bribing them to make drinks.
But they were Turks. They would deal, make do, and go on. It was their way of life.