towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: Reno, open
Setting: Directly after this
Format: Prose
Summary: After Sephiroth showed up on the wedding post, Reno wants to kill something
Warnings: Pissed off turk

Clenching his fists, he slammed them down on the console, not really enough to hurt it but enough to cause pain. It helped clear his head a bit, and he angrily pushed off and away from the terminal.

He needed to do something, though, and he went back to his room to grab his makeshift poncho and started to head down to the gymnasium. That track, even in the cold, was sounding mighty lonely. It needed someone to run on it.

After a terrifying moment almost falling into Floor 46, he made it mostly unscathed and didn't bother to warm up. He dumped a bottle of water at the starting point, and set off, running around the track as if his life depended on going the fastest he could.

If anyone looked, they might notice that occasionally, he performed different moves. A few jumps into the air, some tumbles ending a slamming kick into the ground. Once or twice, he did a few roundhouse kicks without breaking stride. So much energy bound up in these moves, it was hard not sense the emotions coming off of him.

It wasn't just Sephiroth, it was everything that had happened over the last few months, but most of all it was something that should have been a happy thing, something positive in the hell tower wasn't anymore. All of the physical effort wasn't helping, and he was having second thoughts about asking in the first place.

It was just going to make them more miserable. He had been stupid to think that they could make this a home, or get a tiny bit of... something that wasn't terror, agony, or heartbreak.

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"Look, lady, I don't even know what you are." He growled, the brief moment fading back into anger. "I got enough to deal with right now."

Sephiroth wasn't human. Ganondorf wasn't human. The thought he was getting more like them... sort of terrified him.

"... then hit me. If you are not like me, well. You will see."

She just wanted to scratch another itch damnit.

Oh, he would hit her. Letting it all out seemed like his only option now. His only method of revenge for sending him into another canyon. Coming closer, he lashed out with a kick, lightning-fast.

To which she caught, smiling at him. Her hand tightened on his leg, allowing a hint of her demonic strength.

"Is that all?"

You gotta be kidding me.

...She knew about it anyway. Why not?

Something dark moved behind her, and a shadow-hand reached up to try and grab one of her ankles.

Some day she would learn not to open her big mouth when she knew about the abilities of the other.

Some day.

But today was a day she gripped his leg harder, her face turning to stone. "A fight, my dear flame hair."

Using the leg she held as leverage, he jumped, the rest of him going down and his hand touched the floor, and twisted on that axis, trying to bring his free leg up in a kick at her face.

And kick he did, causing her to let go and stagger back. But the disorientation didn't last for long, and she grinned. This is what she wanted. This was the itch she wanted to scratch. Sephiroth had fed her hunger, and now it was time to feed the need for destruction. Catarina waited, watching him, grinning.

Staggering back into a ready pose, he stared at her, for the first time really looking at her and her state. What was wrong with her? The last time they talked, there was something off about her, but now it was obvious.

His own anger had cooled in the face of this encounter, and he realized that she might, and probably would kill him.

Elena would probably kill him again if he got himself dead.

"What are you?" He asked, circling around to her left.

She followed his motion, her teeth bared. "I am a demon. I eat things like you, both your carnal desires and your bodies."

He narrowed his eyes at her answer, not quite certain what she meant by "demon" because that definition changed on what world you were on, but he decided to take it literally.

"You'll have to find another snack, it's not gonna be me, today." It was getting obvious she would have to make the next move. He just stood there, waiting for her.

"Oh, I'm aware of that. But you have such anger, and a nonhuman ability. You interest me. Is there a hint of demon in you as well?"

His expression cracked a slight hint at her words, and he seemed to have to... pull himself back together?

He was not a demon.

He was not a demon!

There was no playing nice now, he lashed at her with kicks and fists, a whirlwind of anger and fury fueled by his denial anything was wrong. That he was untainted by what had happened.

Laughed bubbled out of her as she dodged and blocked, all delighted graceful movements. Manipulating people into getting what she wanted was so much fun. Poking into a would was just as good. And this...

"You identify as human, don't you?" She couldn't help but taunt. "But you're aren't."

"What the hell do you know about me?" He stopped, crouching low like he was going to spring, but hesitated. Instead, he got back to his feet and stood there.

Reno wasn't going to fight anymore, but he wasn't going to run either. If she was going to kill him, fine, he would wake up tomorrow.

She grinned, stepping closer. "I know you're lying to yourself. I know you're hiding something." Her hand came up, cupping his face. "And I know I could get what I want."

"What do you want?" His voice was low, on the verge of breaking. It took all his willpower not to slap her away and kill. "Because I don't feel like giving anything to you."

"I just fed so I am not interested in eating you," she said casually, as if doing so would be the simplest thing in the world to do. "But destruction and death are part of being a demon, isn't it?"

"I wouldn't know." Lying again. It seemed like every answer he gave her was another lie. Destruction and death. He wouldn't run. He turned and walked away.

"You wouldn't? Then why did I see the need to kill me in your eyes?"

Not responding, he nearly reached the staircase, not even looking back.

"Does the one you love know? That she's entwining with a demon?"

He won't run. Won't run.
Won't run.
Or kill her.
Or anything.
Just continue to walk.
Almost there almost there almost there

Reno grabbed the handrail and started climbing, going up.

"She doesn't." She sounded delighted. "How nice! The first time she'll learn is when you have her blood on your hands as you rip her apart."

Reno stopped then, clutching at the handrail and trying not to see red.

How dare this woman, demon, whatever she was? She didn't know anything, she was just baiting him.

That was it... she was baiting him. The anger washed off and he just felt a little sad for her, and started climbing again.

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