Still A Prisoner: FF7 Turk!Verse
This headcanon is based on my muse’s FF7 verse. The beginning is the same but this verse differs at the point where Harmony is imprisoned in the laboratory as an experiment.
The verse can be found here: Link, Dash view is here: Link
There was a time when Harmony can’t remember what day it is, or even the time. All that mattered was another “test,” another trial, and another challenge to face for her right to survive. She often wondered if the so-called tests were merely games created by the insane man who bears the pitiful excuse of being a scientist.
Yes, Professor Hojo put her together after that incident. He replaced what she lost with wires and metal. Her revival was not an act of compassion or to give her another chance at life. No, Hojo had ulterior motives. it was to create a “super soldier.” One with superior strength and excellent marksmanship. Oh, but this was not the dawn of a new era of hope and striving with another chance at life. It was the beginning of her new life in hell.
Long hours suffering in her cell and during the brutal fights against captured creatures for scientists stoically recording their findings on the sidelines. The searing pain of sterile blades slicing flesh and needles jabbing into her while strapped to the table at a weakened state from vile concoctions injected into her.
That terrible, sickening sneer that nasty man had while looming over her writing form, as though the twisted scintists enjoys seeing others suffer. Harmony hated Hojo for that! If only. Oh, if only she could have ended him!
A frown curves her lips as her mind wanders back to that grim phase of her life. Her right eye opens to see the vast city of Midgar brought to life under the night sky outside the vast wall of glass. Her left eye remains covered by an eye patch and long bangs styled over that. Her left hand holds the warm mug. She must be mindful with her gloved right hand for her strength can cause anything to shatter.
So much have changed since then. The girl barely remembers how long she was an experiment, but recalls when fate took another sharp turn. Her hands lift the mug back to her lips, sipping her coffee. The warm taste of coffee mingling with sweet vanilla cream is something she took for granted. Even the slight bitter aftertaste is something Harmony savors more so now.
She remembers when fortune was in her favor, at least...To a point.
Rumors of a young woman who became a powerful cyborg crept from the Science Department. Hushed words crept through Shinra’s Electric Company until a man hears about her. A cyborg who survived all odds at the hands of Professor Hojo. That piqued the Vice President’s interest for he always searched for those who can serve him.
A strong super soldier of flesh, blood, metal, and wires would be almost invincible. He can always use stronger guards. That prompted Rufus Shinra to venture to the Science Department where he demanded to see this experiment.
One thing led to another.
Rufus has higher authority and though the scientist was very reluctant, he had no choice but to surrender his test subject. That was the day when Harmony was taken from her cell, shipped to a private room where she met the one and only Vice President Rufus Shinra who offered her a deal.
He offered her freedom from the clutches of science, but at a price.
Harmony remembers sitting in a chair across from Rufus who lounged idly across from her before sliding the contract across the glass top table with a fountain pen.
He gave her an ultimatum: Sign the contract to join the Turks. Serve him and protect him at all costs. It was that or return to the Science Department, forever forgotten.
What other choice did Harmony have?
Now, Harmony stands alone in a lounge room with her coffee. She exchanged rags for the infamous suit. The woman only has some freedom now, but only some. She turns away from the window and sets the mug on one of the tables not far from the lounge’s kitchenette. A soft sigh escapes her while tugging the cuff of her Turk jacket and the dress shirt under it. Sterling greets her visible eye and lips curl back to see the Shinra logo branded on metal. It’s a mark she had since she first woke up in her cell so long ago.
Her stomach still turns at the sight. A horrid reminder that she’s not fully human and no longer free. She has some freedom now, but in a way, she’s still a prisoner. Harmony shakes her head as her free hand dips into her jacket’s pocket and takes out a black brace. She clips it around her right wrist and a band of bright blue light lights up along the middle of the bracelet.
A turn of her black boots, Harmony pushes a button on the brace and a laser bursts to life from the bright band before it expands to a vast wall before her. The towering wall of energy is incredibly heavy, but she lifts the wall up and down with ease. Another push of a button and the force field collapses.
The bracelet is not only an accessory, but a tool given to her. Obstacle is what it’s called, and it’s as useful as her other weapons.
“Good. No problems with it.” Harmony mutters to herself before taking the mug from the table. She takes another sip of her coffee before leaving the lounge. As much as she much rather stay, the Turk can’t stay there forever.
I guess it’s back to the grind... Harmony thought, knowing that despite the change in her life. In a way, she is still a prisoner.
