Asuka Kazama Ryona
Club Regular
- Joined
- Mar 25, 2018
This was a one-shot commissioned story I made recently.
“Hiyaaah!!”
A loud crash rang throughout the room as yet another guard was sent flying into a wall. He slumped down to the floor, joining his comrades who had been similarly beaten into submission by Tifa Lockhart. She had fought almost 20 guards alone after getting separated from Cloud and the others.
Tifa stood in the middle of the fallen guards, taking a moment to catch her breath. “Gotta get going… more guards are coming,” she said to herself. She took a step toward the elevator and froze at the sound of a wingbeat. She then saw a black feather slowly drift to the ground in front of her. Tifa turned around, and behind her loomed a tall man with white hair and one wing.
“Sephiroth.” Tifa put every ounce of venom and anger she had into that one word. Whatever fatigue she may have felt vanished instantly in a surge of adrenaline and cortisol as she faced the man who murdered her father. They exchanged no further words as Tifa leapt up and swung at Sephiroth with everything she had… only to be knocked down and away by a kick to her midriff.
“Ungghh!!” Tifa crashed into the floor, but she quickly climbed back up to her feet and put her fists up, ready to fight. But when she looked back at the spot where Sephiroth was, he was gone.
“Where is h-” Tifa cut herself off as she once again heard a wingbeat, this time directly behind her. She immediately turned around with her fist ready to blast Sephiroth, but his hand caught her punch. Sephiroth then thrust his other hand’s palm in the middle of Tifa’s chest, pushing her with enough force to knock her off her feet and send her crashing into the floor yet again.
“Ugh!” Tifa rolled as she hit the floor to let her get back up quickly. As soon as she got up, Sephiroth zipped in front of her with impossible speed, and slammed the back of his feet into her face.
“AHH!!!” Tifa cried out as her body was harshly reacquainted with the floor one more time. She would get no chance to recover as Sephiroth managed to appear right in front of her instantly and punted her exposed midriff with his boot.
“AUGH!” Tifa lay stunned on the floor, the wind knocked out of her by Sephiroth’s kick. And he didn’t let up; he dragged Tifa up by her hair and one of her arms, then struck Tifa’s abs again with a brutal kneelift.
“UUUNNGHHH!!!” Tifa was in a world of hurt, and the consecutive blows she took left her breathless and unable to defend herself. Sephiroth threw another knee to her gut, tenderizing it even further.
“AAGHHH!!”
Sephiroth then brought both of his hands to Tifa’s neck and lifted her off the ground, choking her. Poor Tifa desperately tried to pry his hands off of her neck, but she wasn’t strong enough. Her legs flailed beneath her as she tried and failed to kick Sephiroth and make him let go of her.
Tifa fought as hard as she could, but Sephiroth’s grip was unbreakable. She felt her energy being sapped away quickly, and her vision began to fade.
Damn it… I can’t breathe, and I can’t- I can’t stay awake… Tifa’s struggles lessened, her face relaxed as sleep almost took hold, and-
“HAAAAAHH!!” Tifa loudly gasped for air as Sephiroth let her go before she could pass out. She fell to her knees and propped herself up on her hands, taking greedy gulps of air. But Sephiroth didn’t even give her two seconds to get her breath back; he quickly yanked her up to her feet, and threw a full-force punch into her abused stomach.
“AAAAAUUUUUUUUUGHHHH!!!”
Tifa screamed as Sephiroth’s punch to her gut sent her flying. She sailed helplessly through the room until her body slammed into the wall. Tifa slid down the wall and fell over, but before her body hit the ground, Sephiroth closed the gap between them and pinned Tifa back to the wall with his fist.
“Ungh!! uunhhh…” Tifa could do nothing but groan in pain; Sephiroth had her pinned to the wall with his fist, which he was crushing her severely beaten abs with. He grabbed the shoulder of Tifa’s shirt with his other hand, withdrew his fist from her stomach, and then slugged poor Tifa’s face point-blank with it.
“UNH!”
And again.
“Augh!”
And again, and again, and again; Sephiroth used Tifa’s delicate features as a punching bag, striking the side of her face rhythmically even after Tifa was out of it and unresponsive. Next, he grabbed the other shoulder of her shirt and lifted up the now-listless Tifa Lockhart off the floor. He then turned around with Tifa limp in his grasp, and carelessly tossed her behind him. Tifa hit the floor where she lay on her side, clearly defeated.
Sephiroth strode over to Tifa’s fallen figure and nudged her with his foot, rolling her onto her back. He then stepped on Tifa’s bare stomach with one foot and put his weight on it.
“Uggghhhh…”
A low groan escaped Tifa’s lips and her face scrunched up in pain. The pain and exhaustion that washed over Tifa was too much for her, rendering her too weak to do anything as she lay beneath Sephiroth. It only got worse for her; Sephiroth shifted almost all his weight on top of Tifa’s belly, making her eyes bulge as her suffering grew. Tifa opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out.
It hurts so much… I can’t- please, make it stop… Tifa thought. It took a few more torturous seconds before Sephiroth finally raised his foot, relieving the pressure on Tifa. But as soon as he did, he grabbed the shoulders of Tifa’s shirt once again and lifted her off the floor. He brought her tired face close to his, and spoke.
“This is what happens to all who stand in my way.” He drew back one of his hands from holding Tifa up, and then he slammed it up into Tifa’s belly. Tifa’s eyes opened wide, before rolling up in her head as she finally passed out. Her body went completely limp and folded atop Sephiroth’s raised fist; her arms and legs dangled freely in the air as Sephiroth held her aloft, while her hair covered her face as she hung off the ground. Sephiroth withdrew his fist, letting the crushed Tifa drop to the floor like a rock. He then walked away silently, leaving Tifa unconscious.
The guards approached Tifa carelessly. She looked totally helpless as her athletic figure lay in a heap on the floor; her long, black hair covered her face and hid the pained and subdued look on her features. Tifa Lockhart had been completely and utterly destroyed, left on the floor like a discarded ragdoll, and soon to be a captive of SHINRA if no one was going to save her...
“Hiyaaah!!”
A loud crash rang throughout the room as yet another guard was sent flying into a wall. He slumped down to the floor, joining his comrades who had been similarly beaten into submission by Tifa Lockhart. She had fought almost 20 guards alone after getting separated from Cloud and the others.
Tifa stood in the middle of the fallen guards, taking a moment to catch her breath. “Gotta get going… more guards are coming,” she said to herself. She took a step toward the elevator and froze at the sound of a wingbeat. She then saw a black feather slowly drift to the ground in front of her. Tifa turned around, and behind her loomed a tall man with white hair and one wing.
“Sephiroth.” Tifa put every ounce of venom and anger she had into that one word. Whatever fatigue she may have felt vanished instantly in a surge of adrenaline and cortisol as she faced the man who murdered her father. They exchanged no further words as Tifa leapt up and swung at Sephiroth with everything she had… only to be knocked down and away by a kick to her midriff.
“Ungghh!!” Tifa crashed into the floor, but she quickly climbed back up to her feet and put her fists up, ready to fight. But when she looked back at the spot where Sephiroth was, he was gone.
“Where is h-” Tifa cut herself off as she once again heard a wingbeat, this time directly behind her. She immediately turned around with her fist ready to blast Sephiroth, but his hand caught her punch. Sephiroth then thrust his other hand’s palm in the middle of Tifa’s chest, pushing her with enough force to knock her off her feet and send her crashing into the floor yet again.
“Ugh!” Tifa rolled as she hit the floor to let her get back up quickly. As soon as she got up, Sephiroth zipped in front of her with impossible speed, and slammed the back of his feet into her face.
“AHH!!!” Tifa cried out as her body was harshly reacquainted with the floor one more time. She would get no chance to recover as Sephiroth managed to appear right in front of her instantly and punted her exposed midriff with his boot.
“AUGH!” Tifa lay stunned on the floor, the wind knocked out of her by Sephiroth’s kick. And he didn’t let up; he dragged Tifa up by her hair and one of her arms, then struck Tifa’s abs again with a brutal kneelift.
“UUUNNGHHH!!!” Tifa was in a world of hurt, and the consecutive blows she took left her breathless and unable to defend herself. Sephiroth threw another knee to her gut, tenderizing it even further.
“AAGHHH!!”
Sephiroth then brought both of his hands to Tifa’s neck and lifted her off the ground, choking her. Poor Tifa desperately tried to pry his hands off of her neck, but she wasn’t strong enough. Her legs flailed beneath her as she tried and failed to kick Sephiroth and make him let go of her.
Tifa fought as hard as she could, but Sephiroth’s grip was unbreakable. She felt her energy being sapped away quickly, and her vision began to fade.
Damn it… I can’t breathe, and I can’t- I can’t stay awake… Tifa’s struggles lessened, her face relaxed as sleep almost took hold, and-
“HAAAAAHH!!” Tifa loudly gasped for air as Sephiroth let her go before she could pass out. She fell to her knees and propped herself up on her hands, taking greedy gulps of air. But Sephiroth didn’t even give her two seconds to get her breath back; he quickly yanked her up to her feet, and threw a full-force punch into her abused stomach.
“AAAAAUUUUUUUUUGHHHH!!!”
Tifa screamed as Sephiroth’s punch to her gut sent her flying. She sailed helplessly through the room until her body slammed into the wall. Tifa slid down the wall and fell over, but before her body hit the ground, Sephiroth closed the gap between them and pinned Tifa back to the wall with his fist.
“Ungh!! uunhhh…” Tifa could do nothing but groan in pain; Sephiroth had her pinned to the wall with his fist, which he was crushing her severely beaten abs with. He grabbed the shoulder of Tifa’s shirt with his other hand, withdrew his fist from her stomach, and then slugged poor Tifa’s face point-blank with it.
“UNH!”
And again.
“Augh!”
And again, and again, and again; Sephiroth used Tifa’s delicate features as a punching bag, striking the side of her face rhythmically even after Tifa was out of it and unresponsive. Next, he grabbed the other shoulder of her shirt and lifted up the now-listless Tifa Lockhart off the floor. He then turned around with Tifa limp in his grasp, and carelessly tossed her behind him. Tifa hit the floor where she lay on her side, clearly defeated.
Sephiroth strode over to Tifa’s fallen figure and nudged her with his foot, rolling her onto her back. He then stepped on Tifa’s bare stomach with one foot and put his weight on it.
“Uggghhhh…”
A low groan escaped Tifa’s lips and her face scrunched up in pain. The pain and exhaustion that washed over Tifa was too much for her, rendering her too weak to do anything as she lay beneath Sephiroth. It only got worse for her; Sephiroth shifted almost all his weight on top of Tifa’s belly, making her eyes bulge as her suffering grew. Tifa opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out.
It hurts so much… I can’t- please, make it stop… Tifa thought. It took a few more torturous seconds before Sephiroth finally raised his foot, relieving the pressure on Tifa. But as soon as he did, he grabbed the shoulders of Tifa’s shirt once again and lifted her off the floor. He brought her tired face close to his, and spoke.
“This is what happens to all who stand in my way.” He drew back one of his hands from holding Tifa up, and then he slammed it up into Tifa’s belly. Tifa’s eyes opened wide, before rolling up in her head as she finally passed out. Her body went completely limp and folded atop Sephiroth’s raised fist; her arms and legs dangled freely in the air as Sephiroth held her aloft, while her hair covered her face as she hung off the ground. Sephiroth withdrew his fist, letting the crushed Tifa drop to the floor like a rock. He then walked away silently, leaving Tifa unconscious.
The guards approached Tifa carelessly. She looked totally helpless as her athletic figure lay in a heap on the floor; her long, black hair covered her face and hid the pained and subdued look on her features. Tifa Lockhart had been completely and utterly destroyed, left on the floor like a discarded ragdoll, and soon to be a captive of SHINRA if no one was going to save her...
