written for the Book and Fan-Fiction prompt entry using “A rat in a maze is free to go anywhere, as long as it stays inside the maze.” (The Handmaid’s Tale, p 165) as the prompt.
They’d been led on for days, months even as the L’Cie decided to return to Cocoon. They were all deep in thought as they boarded the ship that would take them back but none more than Snow. He’d decided long ago that he’d never give up on anything but now it felt like all his efforts were in vain. He’d spent all that time fighting against Dysley, against Sanctum, against fate and now, he was being lead right back into the cage.
It left a bitter taste in his mouth as his fists balled tightly in the pockets of his jacket.
The hand waving in his face brought the Sentinel back to reality but the frown didn’t go away. He wasn’t a rat, nor the Sanctum’s guinea pig but here they all went going to save Orphan and prevent Ragnarok from happening.
They’d had their freedom — actual freedom — for the first time in their lives and they were just going to give it all away for a piece of cheese.
Yet, he was the hero and he knew he had a job to do. They’d go back to Cocoon, away from the wilds of Gran Pulse to save the very people who were hell-bent on hating them because of a brand that none of them had wanted in the first place.
“Hey Snow,” Vanille broke through. “You all right in there?”
The rats still had a job to do and the hero had to play his part. “Yeah Vanille. Don’t worry about it, I’ll be fine.”
“You better be,” Lightning quipped from in front of him, “because we’re almost back.”
And despite all his rage, he was still just a rat in a cage.