Final Fantasy VII 100 Word Challenge

Title: Easy
Challenge: Chromatic
Characters: unnamed troopers
Team: SOLDIER
Word Count: 100
A/N: This applies equally well to Crisis Core and Dirge of Cerberus, though my heart puts it at the end of CC.



The helmets made it easy.

With their built-in binoculars, infra-red, computerized enhancement, haze filters, and recognition software, they simplified everything.

Flesh, blood, bone, rain, mud, SOLDIER blues, all reduced to shades of high-definition green.

Black and white, life and death, right and wrong – all green.

Shinra techs had designed the helmets to give their men an edge, to make their work easier. To simplify things.

Had they already known that one day they would simplify this? Was the SOLDIER program destined to arrive here, at this moment? Was all this inevitable?

Atrocities become inevitable, when things are made too easy.

Title: Why Did the Chocobo Cross the Road?
Challenge: Characters in a Film
The Film: Stripes
Characters: Crisis Core-era SOLDIER
Team: SOLDIER
Word Count: 100
A/N: Adapted and reposted from an old IJ prompt, as I love these too much to let them gather dust.
 

( Sephiroth hated these events. )

Title: The Right Man For the Job
Challenge: Crossovers
Characters: Sephiroth and a new Turk...
Team: SOLDIER
Word count: 100

Something was wrong.

Sephiroth struggled to move, but felt as though he were encased in ice. No… ice should be cold, but this was almost warm.

His brain felt sluggish, dream-fogged. Hadn’t he just been fighting Cloud? Again?

“Ah. You’re awake.”

That voice – the baby-faced Turk? What was his name? Morgan?

In a flash, Sephiroth realized that the encasing material was plastic wrap, and he was trussed up tighter than Shinra cafeteria leftovers.

From somewhere too close by came the sound of a chainsaw, and that voice again. “You wanted to end the world. I can’t let you do that…”

(xover – Dexter)

Title: No Trespassing!
Challenge: Crossovers
Character: Vincent and several unwelcome guests
Team: SOLDIER
Word count: 100
A/N: dual-action crossover time!



Vincent debated whether he should add more locks to the door, or to the coffin itself. For whatever reason, he seemed to be attracting tourists.

First he had to convince a pair of plumbers that the mansion wasn’t really haunted, it was just the lair of a particularly mad scientist. The look on their faces when they realized the ghosts were in the mako was priceless.

Later that same week, a jock, a princess, a geek, a stoner, and a big, smelly, almost-talking dog barged in, apparently following the other guys in search of ghosts.

He sicced them on Hojo.



Title: Curses, Foiled Again
Challenge: Crossovers
Character: Hojo…and several unwelcome guests
Team: SOLDIER
Word count: 100
A/N: Had to be done. Had to.



The mayor of Nibelheim glowered sternly. “Kids, you’d better have a really good explanation for this!”

“It’s simple,” said the girl with the glasses. “Under the guise of a respected scientist, this man has been turning people into monsters!”

“And he was going to keep at it until he created the perfect monster,” the athletic youth chimed in.

“I created the ultimate soldier, a god!” Hojo spat, writhing in the grasp of two burly mountaineers. “It was perfect! It just needed a little more time. I would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren’t for you meddling kids…”

Title: Impact
Challenge: Photograph
Characters/Pairings: Rufus, Kadaj, and Turks
Team: SOLDIER
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: Hello, Dreamwidth!



“Fine. Swear on these.”

The badges fell to the floor, tossed aside like those whose likenesses gazed blankly up from the plastic, a smear of blood across their faces.

Rufus stared, numbed by instant recognition.

He had seen those faces bloodied before, but like this…

To see that streak of crimson dried to black across the names and identification numbers was bad, as if it sought to erase the Turks with its finality.

But to see it spattered across the photo of that man, of that woman…

In that moment, Rufus Shinra breathed a prayer and consigned himself to death.