Afterthoughts
~A songfic~
Author's Note: Heh,
this is my first songfic, and it's REALLY angst ridden.
Just a warning. All
song lyrics are from "Mad Season" by Matchbox Twenty.
Reno got out of bed
and walked to the window. Outside the sun was just
coming up, it's pale
light hardly doing anything to melt the shadows of the
slums of Midgar. "Another
day at the damn Shinra offices," Reno thought
aloud. He didn't hate
his job some much as he hated the trip to the building
every day. Walking
through these slums, espically Sector 7 ruins, brought
back many unwanted
memories, not to mention unwanted visitors. Yeah, those
jackasses down there
were always up for a fight. "Damn them," he said, not
relizing he was speaking
aloud. They blamed him for their problems! It wasn't
his fault for anything
the "old" Shinra had done, for God's sake why couldn't
people forget the past!?
"Stop it," Reno told himself as he grabbed his blue
suit and got dressed.
"No use thinking about it. Things will never change."
~I feel stupid, but I know it won't last for long~
He exited his split-level
house on the outskirts of Midgar. It was a
grand palace by Midgar's
standards, and the resentment from people in the
slums was omnipresent.
~And I've been guessin', and I coulda been guessin' wrong~
More than once had he
had to beat down a few punks trying to mess up
the house. No wonder
he was single. Not like he could raise a family here, or
anywhere for that matter.
People weren’t very willing to put the past behind
them, that was for
sure.
~You don't know me now~
He patted his nightstick.
He was alert as always, more that a match
for anyone in these
slums.
~Kinda thought that you should somehow~
And he dreaily headed on his long way to the Shinra offices.
~does this whole Mad Season got ya down~
* *
* Things were going
smoothly so
far, he had gotten
a few nastily glares from the general public but nothing
serious. He just set
his jaw and plodded on, every once and a while shooting
a cold glare back at
them. "Bastards," he thought to himself. "My day sucks
and its barley begun.
Maybe I'll go drinking with Rude later, if I can even
do that, these people
like to hang out in bars."
~I feel stupid, but it's something that comes and goes~
But just up ahead were
a few teenage guys. They looked to be about
seventeen or so, and
there were four of them. From the looks on their faces,
they were evidently
looking for trouble. All four happened to have bats with
them too....
~And I've been changin',
think it's funny how no one knows~
"Oh God," thought Reno,
"I'm so not in the mood for this. Don't they
have better things
to do?"
~We don't talk about, the little things that we do without~
He set his jaw and looked
straight on ahead, paying no mind to the
four goons and hoping
that they would just leave him be. No such luck. The
teenagers began to
jeez him, and spit in his direction. "Just ignore it," he
said to himself, his
fists balling up and his blood pressure rising. "Hey
that’s a nice suit!"
said one. "Yeah, shame to see it on such a pathetic man!
What'd ya do, steal
it from some poor old person?" With that they hurled a
clod of dirt that hit
him square in the face.
~When that whole Mad Season comes around~
Reno was seething now.
He turned to face them, glaring daggers. They
were rolling with laughter,
their genuinely mean eyes full of confidence.
"Whatcha gonna do,
suit boy? You think your all good with all your money and
job at Shinra dontcha?"
In the next minute the first man was lying face down
on the pavement. Reno
had taken a very well trained fighting stance, his
nightstick out, and
his eyes fierce. Though he loved to joke and party, he could
be a damn good fighter
and more than a match for most when he needed to be.
~So why you gotta stand there lookin' like the answer now~
The group took half
a step back from the initial shock and then
surrounded him. None
of them had any materia, for they were too poor. That was
good. Their baseball
bats were nothing compared to Reno's Electro-mag-rod.
Sweat was beading on
his forehead, causing his sunglasses to slide down his
face a little. He pushed
them up, narrowed his eyes, and swung his weapon.
~It seems to me, you'd come around~
Crack! The second thug
convulsed violently from the electricity,
then fell unconscious
to the ground. Reno ducked one thugs' attempt to behead
him, but was hit hard
in the back by another. The were closing their circle
rapidly. Cursing, Reno
smote one thug with a blast of thunder, then, wheeling
around, belted the
last thug. "Amateurs," Reno said scowling. God $%&$#
dammit, why does it
have to be like this!? Why can't these people just
forget? Move on?
~I need you now~
Why?
~do you think you can cope~
It's not fair!
~You figured me out, I'm lost and I'm hopeless~
No!
~Bleeding and broken, though I've never spoken~
"I won't have it anymore!
Enough is too much!" Reno was in a frenzy
now, spinning, cursing,
and grabbing at his hair. His blood was boiling, and he
was lost, swept in
a gale of anger and desperation, like a small, kicking
child swept out to
sea by the current, forever lost. He began to beat the
unconscious thugs,
beat them, beat them, Crack!
Crack!
Crack, crack, CRACK!!!
~I come undone.......In this Mad Season~
Faster and faster until
he finally collapsed, exasperated. "What am
I doing?" he thought
suddenly, torn back to reality. A crowd had gathered
now, gawking at the
sight of a so-called "professional" beating on an
unconscious civilian.
He could lose his job for this, Reeve was certainly not
going to approve. "Fuck
Reeve," he thought. "I don't care if I'm fired. What
does it matter anyway.
My life is worthless, damn worthless." He got up and
pushed though the shocked
crowd. Weary faces, shocked, drawn, no stranger to
pain and anguish. But
not this. This was unacceptable.
~I feel stupid, but I think I've been catching on~
They began to pet him
with stones, sticks, whatever they could find
as he struggled down
the street to work. But they followed.
~I feel ugly, but I know I still turn you on~
They jeered him,
ass!
wretch!
Go back to hell!
~You seem colder now, torn apart, angry, turned around~
But he did not hear
them now. Nor did he feel their
stones. For he was
stone; solid, unmoving. He soldiered on, this trip wasn't
worth it. But he did
not cry out. He did not break down. But there was no
longer thought in his
head, he was as blank as a wall.
~Will that whole Mad Season knock ya down~
He faltered, caught
himself, and marched on to the cruel
laughter of the crowd.
He used to laugh. He used to smile. Nevermore.
~So are ya gonna stand there~
The Shinra building
was just up ahead. Soon the guards would
see the crowd and fend
them off. "Soon," he thought. But he didn't want any
favors, he didn't need
anyone to bail him out of this hell. "But at least
they'll quell the crowds."
~are ya gonna help me out~
Reno marched past them
and the crowd drew away, but one
guard made the mistake
of making a smart remark about the situation. Reno
cold-cocked him and
pushed open the doors of the massive building. "Bad day,"
he muttered.
~You need to be together now, I need you now~
He punched in the buttons
on the elevator and looked out the
glass window as it
took him up. As far as he could see Midgar stretched out
like a giant scar on
the planet's surface. A black hole of pain and
suffering, and the
sad part was that it could have been so much more.
So.....much more. "Reeve's
masterpiece," he sighed.
~Now I'm cryin', isn't
that what you want~
"So many bad memories........"
~I'm tryin' to live
my life on my own~
"Why did God forsake
me?"
~But I won't~
"But we had some good
memories, and some good times. Just me and
the Turks. My comrades.
I'll never forget you guys......."
~At times I do believe I am strong~
The once smiling, joking,
fun loving Turk now stood silent,
emotionless. His face
was placid, and he would have wept, but his soul was to
crushed to even care
anymore. ~So someone
tell me why, why, why...~
He stepped off the elevator and
into Reeve's office.
Reeve looked up from his desk. "You don't look so good,"
he said.
~Do I feel stupid~
Reno just stood there
for a moment. Then he reached for the
holster of his gun.
Reeve looked on in horror, unable to speak or even more.
Reno put the gun to
his head, smiled his trademark smile, though it was a
weary one, and said
"Sorry boss,.............maybe this'll pay my debts. Hope
they have beer in heaven."
And with that he pulled the trigger, his last
words still hanging
in the air. And he died, smiling that old, goofy smile.
~And I came undone~