[personal profile] clandestine_terrors
Title: Nightmare
Author: [livejournal.com profile] sphinxofthenile  
Fandom: FFVII - Advent Children
Pairing: none
Rating: PG-13
Warning: some violance
Summary:  Glimpses of life in the Labs of Hojo.
A/N: Words in italics are Kadaj's thoughts, "..." means actual speech and '...' is Jenova.

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GP 00327 49
Extract from Professor Hojo’s Journal

 
Breakthrough in the  Jenova Project. Test subject JS-6992 survived. Removed to Lab 55. Given name: Kadaj.

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’Kadaj…’
A silky whisper.
 
I can’t heal any faster… I can’t…
Why? Don’t touch me! Just don’t…

Darkness.
Cold and pain.
 
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GP 00328 37
Extract from Professor Hojo’s Journal

 
Subject had written on the wall with his blood: „Human” Cleaning ordered. Until then new cell in Lab 56.
 
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Please, please, don’t do it…
Screamscreamscreamscreamscream
"Do you still hear her? Hear Jenova?”
 
Mother… help me…
 
"Subject JS-6992 prepare for transportation!”
"What is she telling you? Do you hear the others as well? Do you hear them? Do you?”
The others…
 
I can’t heal any faster…

Blood. Bloodbloodblood. SCREAMS. (why?why?why?)
 
"Subject JS-6992 passed out at the exact time of 17:23.”

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Note from Professor Hojo without date
 
Slow to react. Proxadaziol twice a day.

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I am myself, and I belong to myself only…
 
PAIN AND LIGHT AND PAIN
Don’t come any closer!
"Do you hear her? What does she tell you?”
 
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GP 00647 28
Extract from Professor Hojo’s journal

 
Unsuccessful escape attempt. Subject killed two guards and wounded another. Detailed report requested. Double the dose.
 
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No, not those again, please, I will never…
Coldcoldcold (rain?)
Acid on open flesh.
I will be good, I promise… Just don’t…
Whitecoats with syringes.
Why do they beat me still, Mother? I can’t even move any longer…
I SWEAR IT I SWEAR IT I SWEAR IT
(what? what? what?)

 
No, not the lights again…
Voices.
Laughter.
Mother! Motheeeeeeeer!
Silence. White, sterile silence.
Syringes.
Eyelids shut tight. Tightertightertighter. Until it hurts.
Bare skin exposed to the cold.
’You have to be strong, my dear child.’
 
Yes, Mother…