Final Fantasy VII 100 Word Challenge

Title: Just Because You Can't See the Cage Doesn't Mean It's Not There
Team: SOLDIER
Rating:G
Character: Sephiroth
Word count:100
Prompt: Trapped
A/N:

He should've known it wouldn't matter. He had deliberately done his worst, and the acceptance message was delivered all the same. His path was predetermined: by genetics, by ability, by Hojo. His entry into the SOLDIER program emphasized that he had no control over anything.

For all the accolades, all of the meaningless medals and promotions, he was never happy where he was. What he wanted most – to be left alone – was an impossibility out of his reach. He spent the rest of his life trapped, looking for a way out of the cage that had been crafted for him.

Title: Avoiding the Flames
Team: Avalanche
Rating:G
Character: Cloud
Word count:100
Prompt: Fire
A/N: ... I should be working, or something...

Fire made him nervous, which was stupid, he knew, but he couldn't help it. Something primitive started jumping up and down and screamed it's head off when anything bigger than a match was lit. He would take the first watches of the night and then go sit on the very edge of the camp, so that he didn't have to watch the fire. The first time Aerith had cast a medium level Fire spell on a monster, he barely managed to not scream like a frightened child.

But when you've watched your home town burn, you tend to have issues.

Title: Last Bounty Hunter Standing
Team: Turk
Rating: R
Warnings: Language, violence
Characters: Turks, Riddick, off-screen Cid
Word count:100
Prompt: Crossovers
A/N: So I'm driving back from lunch, musing on things, going over movies I've watched recently... Riddick, bald – Rude. “Oh, GODS, yes.”

( Cut for Riddick's mouth )

Title: A New Subject
Team: SOLDIER
Rating: PG
Characters: Hojo, Lucy
Word count:100
Prompt: Crossovers
A/N: From the list of things I didn't get to the first time... ;-)

With Sephiroth gone, he needed a new experiment. Now that he had no limits on his research capabilities, he could do whatever he wanted, cross pollinate with whatever he pleased. Hojo worked day and night with JENOVA cells, monster cells, leftover from that damn Turk cells, splicing and joining until he was satisfied.

It grew in it's tank, bone structure just inhuman enough to be noticeable. Especially the skull, he thought the horns were a nice touch. A female subject should be more docile and easier to control.

When she was decanted, she opened red eyes. He called her, “Diclonius.”

Title: You Can't Go Home If It's Not There
Team: Avalanche
Rating: G
Characters: Vincent, Cid
Word count:100
Prompt: Home
A/N: I had the first sentence written when the prompt was originally given, but never got a chance to finish it.

Vincent never went back home after his father died. There was no reason to, after all, his mother having long since passed away. He was too busy being a Turk, then too busy being dead, and then too busy saving the world. But now, in the quiet calm of the aftermath of everything, he found himself needing to see it.

Cid was kind enough to drop him off nearby, with a gruff, “Call me when you're done.” Vincent had nodded before disappearing into the trees.

Two days later, Cid picked him up. All Vincent would say was, “It's gone now.”

Title: We're Glad You Agree
Characters: Tifa, Aerith, Cloud, Barrett, Yuffie
Team: Avalanche
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: Cliché #97 - Three Females Rule. Takes place if you get Yuffie on disk 1.

Tifa and Aerith looked at the young girl. “Yes, of course she can come along with us,” Tifa said. “Why wouldn't we want her?”

Cloud and Barrett looked at each other, than at her. “Uh, well, she's a thief, for starters,” Cloud said.

Aerith waved her hand, pushing away such petty concerns. “We need her to help balance out the team. She'll be fine.”

“Balance...?”

Yuffie took that moment to make a wild swing at an approaching monster and fall on her backside.

“So glad you agree with us, guys,” Tifa said, pulling her gloves on. “Now, let's get moving!”

Title: Concept Model
Characters: Cloud, Dio
Team: Avalanche
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: Cliché #66 - Second Law of Travel

Cloud looked at the 6-wheeled vehicle a little cynically. “Do you have another one?”

Dio's smile fell fractionally. “My boy, this is one of a kind! Isn't it good enough for you? Do you have another way to cross the river?”

“No, no, it's not that, it's just...” Cloud sighed. Barrett would take up an entire row by himself. So would Red. He could stuff Cait Sith and the stupid thing it rode on in the trunk, once he figured out how to turn them off. That mean he and the girls... “Never mind, it'll be great, thank you!”

Title: Should Be Obvious
Character: Vincent
Team: Avalanche
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: Cliché #25 - Dimensional Transcendence Principle. Set during DoC

Vincent stared at the phone, then closed it and looked at the ruined building. There was an entrance to DeepGroup in there, somewhere. It shouldn't be too hard to find, since the building was mostly destroyed, which left him with only a couple of floors to check. The usable space couldn't be that large.

Two hours and several wrong turns and dead ends later, he was more than happy to let the Galian Beast tear something apart. It didn't look that big from the outside. How could there be so many troops pouring in from an entrance he couldn't find?

Title: Instant Turnaround
Character: random shopkeeper, Cloud
Team: Avalanche
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: Cliché #24 - Capitalism Is A Harsh Mistress

“It's supposed to be larger, so it protects you better.”

Aerith made a face. “I really don't like it, my materia doesn't fit into it right, it's too heavy - “

Cloud sighed. No use arguing with her. “All right, all right, I'll go get the other one back.” Muttering under his breath, he walked back into the shop.

“Yes sir, how may I help you?”

“I need to sell you this and buy back the other one.” Cloud took out the newer bracelet.

“I'm sorry, sir, but I've already sold it.”

“But... how... to who?” Cloud sputtered.

The shopkeeper only smiled.

Title: Not a Metaphor At All
Character: various SOLDIER recruits and First-Classer's
Team: SOLDIER
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: Cliché #19 - "Silly Squall, bringing a sword to a gunfight..." Cut because it's long.

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Title: Easy Filing
Character: Veld's poor secretary
Team: Turks
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: Cliché #7 - Some Call Me... Tim?

The paperwork was endless. She had been warned about that when she was promoted from the secretary pool, but the sheer volume of it was staggering, considering there weren't that many operatives in the first place. Every mission created a literal ton of forms that had to be filled out, in triplicate, and filed appropriately with the varying affected departments.

As she staggered down the hallway, almost hidden behind the latest round of filing for the Turk's private HR department, she was greatful that everyone only used one name. At least that made one small part of the job easier.

Title: More Than One
Author: jlsigman
Team: SOLDIER
Word count: 100


Lucretia was pregnant for longer than was safe or possible sane, and in the end had to be drugged and her womb cut open. The boy was perfectly formed, well sized, and strong. His twin sister was smaller, but otherwise seemed to be perfect. Hojo was pleased.

*****

“Identical in every way, except gender,” the report read. Both were stronger and more intelligent than normal humans. Hojo dreamed of the race of perfect beings that would spring from the two.

They had other dreams, ones of fire, blood, and conquest.

*****

One disappeared at Nibelheim. One was sent to Deepground.

Title: Redecorating
Characters: Elena, Reno
Team: Turks
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100

It was supposed to be a simple job: just run in and bust a few heads, so that the gang remembered which side of the Plate it belonged. But one thug suddenly pulled a chunk of Materia out of something, and things had gone rapidly downhill from there.

Now the hangout looked like someone had painted the walls in thick red paint, using broken bodies and random internal organs as little personal touches.

“You have this hidden talent to make things as bloody as possible, don’t you?” Elena asked sourly.

Reno grinned at her. “I just do what comes naturally.”

Title: One of the guys
Chracter: Elena
Team: Turks
Word count: 100

She didn’t have much to begin with, so it didn’t take a lot of effort to flatten her chest. The suit covered the rest.

She watched men walk carefully, spending weeks perfecting her technique, taking nearly all of the sway out of her stride.

She tried couldn’t make herself taller so she settled on lifts in her shoes that weren’t obvious to the naked eye.

Cutting her hair was not an option, so she found a way to pull it back and slick it down.

That was the price she was willing to pay to be one of the guys.

Title: Last Woman Standing
Series: FF VII/Resident Evil (movieverse)
Characters: Elena, Alice
Team: Turks
Word Count: 100

Elena kept pulling the trigger, but the zombies kept coming. While she reloaded, she spared one thought for her comrades, then buried her feelings deep inside. If they were alive, she’d catch up to them later. If they were dead, she’d be shooting them later.

“Aim for the head,” she heard Alice yell. A quick glance showed they had picked up a survivor, no-one she recognized. He looked panicked, but seemed to know how to handle a gun. The truck roared to life and continued to head out of Midgar.

“Aim for the head,” Elena agreed, and started firing again.

Title: Band Boy
Characters: Buckaroo Banzai, Perfect Tommy, Zack
Series: FF VII/The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai
Team: SOLDIER
Word Count: 100

The try-outs had been brutal. The sheer number of people who showed up nearly overwhelmed the Blue Blaze Irregulars. Out of all those people, only a small handful really had any talent to speak of, and of those, only a couple had a chance of joining the Hong Kong Cavaliers.

Buckaroo sat, unimpressed, and finally yelled out, “Thank you!” He turned to Perfect Tommy. “Who’s next?”

Tommy checked the sheet. “Zack Fair. Piano and guitar player, OK tenor, former soldier, loves flowers and birds.”

Later, Buckaroo shook the hand of a smiling, earnest young man. “Welcome to the band, kid.”

Title: Welcome to the Machine
Characters: Tseng, Rufus
Series: FF VII/The Matrix
Team: Turks
Word Count: 100

Tseng waited patiently as Rufus read the report on the new batch of possible Turks. They went through this every year since the Remnants had been stopped: Tseng brought information about potential candidates, and Rufus rejected all of them. He was desperate to get away from his father’s legacy.

Rufus’s blonde eyebrows moved fractionally downward and towards each other. “This one… this one looks interesting.” Tseng barely controlled his shock. “We need a computer expert. We need to know if others managed to accomplish what Hojo did with the networks.”

Tseng nodded. “I’ll ask Agent Smith to join us, then.”

Title: Intruder
Characters: Simba, Red XIII
Series: FF VII/The Lion King
Team: Avalanche
Word Count: 100

“HE’S GONNA EAT ME!!!”

Simba’s ears perked up, then flattened as he sprang off the rock. Pumbaa was prone to dramatics when a visiting lion came through, but this sounded much more panicked than usual. He bounded down one level and pinpointed his location.

An odd scent was close, one that he didn’t recognize. It seemed to be part feline, part canine, and part something else entirely. With a snarl, he leapt down in front of the warthog to face the scarred, red-furred intruder. One of his eyes was missing, but it was his fire-tipped tail that made Simba pause.

Title: A Mother's Gift
Character: Aerith
Series: FF VII/His Dark Materials
Team: Avalanche
Word Count: 100
A/N: ... I should be working, or something...

Elmyra had given Aerith the compass after she had received official confirmation of her husband’s death. She quietly explained that Aerith’s mother had pressed it into her hands just before she died, that it was part of her birth rite, but that she would have to figure out herself how to use it.

It didn’t take long for the young woman to realize that she could use it best in the run-down church where she grew her flowers. There she felt safe enough to listen to the voices, and the alethiometer, as the voices called it, translated them for her.

Title: Voices
Characters: Superman and Sephiroth
Series: FF VII/DC Comics
Team: SOLDIER
Word Count: 100
A/N: Just working out my issues with a certain voice actor...

There was only one way to settle a dispute of this magnitude. Fans on both sides had fought each other across dimensions, and finally the Powers That Be decided that the subjects of the conflict face each other to determine the truth.

War World had never seen such a battle. Two titans of their respective universes clashed, shaking the cosmos with the fury of their combat. In the end, Superman’s weakness to magic was his downfall, and he found himself at the uncertain mercy of the super SOLDIER hybrid and his massive sword.

Sephiroth smirked. “You sound nothing like me.”