I don't own Squaresoft, nor do ever intend to. I am simply an author who enjoys Final Fantasy VIII and wishes to write fan fiction for it. So to put it bluntly, to sue is foolish, to enjoy this story is divine.
Dedicated to Jackie, you are my inspiration.
Padded Rooms
They call this place the black hole. Once you go in, you don't come out. The darkness in this place consumes you, feeds of the evil in your blood. I enjoy it. It's too goddamn bad though, my story will probably never escape this place. The only people whoever here it are the shrinks. The only contact I get are those fucking shrinks too. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy sharing it with the new one that arrives here every week, but I just wish it could get published. The people, they like to label me and lock me up, throw away the damn key. Wait, wait, I'm getting ahead of myself. Where was I?
I guess if you want to know my story I'll have to start at the beginning again. I'm more than these fucking padded rooms, a fucking psycho, a fucking case study. I am Marco Hades, sharpshooter, Seed, lover, and condemned. You shoot a few people and suddenly you're the bad guy. Funny.
The beginning? You see unlike the fucking shrinks who don't get it, you have to understand that it's not the answers in which true wisdom lies, oh fuck no. It's the questions asked that wisdom lies. A wise man once told me that. His name is Irvine Kinneas, my teacher. You see if you want to start from the beginning I could go all the way back to my birth. I could tell you how my mother died giving birth to me, how I grew up without a mother. I'll save that for another time when I feel like having a good laugh though.
What else? I could tell you that I grew up around my dad and he's the one who taught me to shoot. How when I was only eight I shot my first gun. How my dad taught me how to hit bullseye dead one. You see, when you're a farmer, you have to hit the wolves going after the sheep, the trespassers on your land. I'll also save that for another time though.
Wait, I have an idea. Maybe I could tell you that when I was twelve I watched my dad die. How the accident, that fucking tractor ran him over and I held his hand while the internal bleeding slowly finished its job. How I'm the one who caused the accident, fucking around like he told me not to. How I live that guilt everyday I wake up. How after everything I've done that is the one fucking thing I feel guilty about. However, I don't think you feel like laughing right now.
I guess I'll start where my story gets interesting. After the accident I went to an orphanage for a short time before the Garden recognized I had talent for a sure shot. You see, I was in the orphanage for about a year when Edea Kramer saw one day me pick off a bird an easy 150 yards away with my pellet gun. Fucking crow should have left the robin babies alone. Yes, I'll start out their, you see that was six years ago.
It was two years after this big war my dad tried to explain to me. I learned all about it at the garden. However, the way he explained it was better than the Garden way of we came, we saw, we kicked her ass. Oh yes, and some stuff in between, I wasn't paying attention. The way my dad explained it was this group, Seed went in time and defeated a very evil sorceress in the future. The way he said it was magical and mysterious. Not all shitty like Garden did those fuckers.
You should consider yourself lucky though to hear this story. Its not everyday you get to hear the clear story of a madman.
Ah end of this short beginning. This is just a taste of whats to come. Betrayal, redemption, romance, action, angst, death, oh and some other stuff. However, I have a busy schedule and I'll update when I get the chance. Please review with input.