Hi everyone!

I know some of you are already aware, but I thought I'd let the rest of you know the first and second chapters to the sequel to this story, called "Renditions of Consequence," have been submitted. I know submitting notes to stories is frowned upon so below this A/N is a portion of the first chapter of the sequel if you want to have a look and see if you'd be interested in reading it. If you want to continue reading, you can jump over to the story from my profile page. Hope to see you there!

~Jaydee

Renditions of Consequence - Chapter 1 Excerpt

Hojo and I have come to an arrangement.

Genesis's words echoed in Cloud's head over and over.

An arrangement…have come to an arrangement.

Even knowing where it had led, he still had a hard time accepting it in some ways.

You're turning me over to him?!

It haunted him when he tried to sleep. Those final moments before his capture he'd pleaded.

Don't do this to me!

Another voice, not unlike his own had something to say about it.

You did this.

Was it truth? Out of his own mouth, it must have been. That was the hardest thing to know.

I did this…Who am I?

Who was he to find himself back in the place Zack had risked everything in the end to get him out of. Had almost given his life on the cliffs outside Midgar to save him from.

C4 C4 C4 C4…

The lights in his cell came on suddenly, making him aware of the pounding headache he still had from the day before. It was rivaled by the pain in his guts. Pain or no pain, the moment those lights came on, he sprang into action, throwing the thick linen blanket off the bed and himself as he stood up, one end of a knotted bedsheet in his hand. The other end he'd tied to the one metal leg of the bed the night before. He knew he only had seconds to carry out his plan, tying the other end of the sheet to the handle of the only door in the room. He made a tight knot, pulling the sheet as tight as he could between the door and the bed that was bolted to the cement floor of his cell.

He was still holding the end of the sheet when the door was unlocked and an attempt was made to open it. For a minute it looked like his plan was going to work as the door was stopped from being pulled open by the taught knotted sheet attached to the bed holding it shut. He hadn't considered the material of the sheets though, hadn't thought about the fact that there might be any give in them, or that they would have been designed specifically to tear when a certain weight was applied, perhaps to keep someone from hanging themselves or keep them from being utilized in the way he was trying to use them.

Watching the sheet split like paper, he retreated to the bathroom nook, dropping himself to the floor between the toilet and the wall next to it. He'd barely been there ten seconds before he was being dragged back out. Strong hands gripped his legs and pulled him on his stomach while he tried to catch hold of anything stable that he could with his hands. He managed to curl his fingers around the doorframe separating the bathroom nook from the rest of the cell but the force of the pull on his legs found two of his fingernails bending back under the pressure and his hold slipping immediately.

Tile turned to metal under him when he was finally dragged out of the cell and into the only other room he'd seen besides the lab. The room was small, not much bigger than his 8x8 cell, and lined top to bottom, floor and ceiling, with stainless steel. There were no windows, only a light in the ceiling above and a grate in the center of the floor. The floor, though it felt flat and even, dipped toward the grate on all sides. He had discovered this by watching the way his blood had traveled toward the grate, on the few times he'd shed more than droplets.

He didn't look up at the two clones standing over him. He buried his face behind his arms as he covered it, gripping his own hair on the top of his head before he felt the first of many blunt impacts to his body. He started counting in his head. One-one thousand. Two-one thousand. Three-one thousand…At the count of sixty it'd be over and he'd be returned to his cell just for him to wait for the process to repeat the next day. How long had it been? Eighteen days? Twenty? It was hard to know...

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