"Let me get one for old time's sake."
Nooj turned to see Paine recording him, Baralai, and Gippal. How, he would miss this. He and Paine have had so many laughs but now the Crimson Squad would be no more. They were going their seperate ways and he would never see her again.
He would never see her beautiful crimson eyes nor her silver hair again. He would never get to hear her scold him for punching Baraiai too hard or making fun of Gippal's eyepatch. He would never see her beautiful smile again.
Never again.
She never even knew how he felt about her. He couldn't tell her now, not after all that has happened. It would be selfish. After all, he wanted her to put all of this Crimson Squad mess behind her.
She had too much to live for. She's a strong, young woman who can do anything in Spira she wants to. He would just get in the way.
But still...
He couldn't help but want to be selfish.
His heart began to race and sweat began to drip down his forehead. There was pain all over his body. No, this isn't right. Something is wrong.
Nooj found himself walking away from Baraiai and Gippal. But it wasn't his will to do so. It was like someone taking over his body. Slowly, he felt himself drawing his gun.
No...what am I doing?
He fought against it but whatever was controlling him was too powerful. His finger slowly edged towards the trigger and pulled. He watched as his good friend Baralai hit the ground.
No...
Before he knew it, Gippal turned around and he shot him as well. His best friends were lying less than fifty feet away from him. Possibly dead. Because he had shot them.
What have I done? What is happening?
"Who...Nooj-!"
Paine's hands were trembling and she was staring at him, as though he were a monster. If only he could reach out to her. Tell her something was wrong. That someone has taken over.
Please don't look at me like that, Paine. I hate to those beautiful crimson eyes look at me with fear. If only you could hear me.
"I said you're work is done.."
Nooj heard himself speaking but the words were not his own. There was the voice of another in his head. The voice was cruel. It was the voice of an unsent. Whoever it was, had won the battle from within. Nooj was starting to lose sight of Paine.
Run, Paine. Get away from here...
The last thing he saw was himself picking up his weapon once again and aiming it at Paine.
And firing...
AN: Yay! This is my first one-shot! It wasn't much but I hope you liked it. :D