Tracking a Killer
Disclaimer: I do not own or have the right to sell any product involving Final Fantasy 8, including all characters pertaining to it.
Ch. 1
~ Galbadian Streets, 18 months after Ultimecia threatened the planet. ~
"Dante! Get over here and stay low!" Irvine Kinneas called out from behind a rolled bus. Irvine got up and fired at the rebels who planned to overthrow the Galbadian Government and Irvine and the 18 year old rookie SeeD from Galbadia, Dante, were hired to eliminate the threat. This shoot out involved the last of what remained of the rebellious group, and unfortunately, none would allow themselves to be arrested.
"Give me some cover!" Dante Alexander called from behind an unsafe post behind a mailbox. Irvine slid sideways from behind the bus and fired at its side, causing the rebels to drop down behind their barriers, the stores they had seized and hid in, and Dante strafed towards the bus firing his duel pistols, and made it behind the wrecked bus.
"They're almost done kid," Irvine said to his young companion. "Maybe half a dozen left." Irvine fully loaded his gun. "Let's get 'em buddy." Irvine strafed to the left of the bus, and Dante to the right. The original fire went after Dante, and he was hit in the left leg and fell, but Irvine picked those who came up easily until they noticed him. The two remaining rebels made a run for the back entrance of the store.
Irvine chased after them. Dante got up and hobbled slowly after him, but fell and couldn't get back up without tremendous pain, so he stayed down. Irvine had jumped through the broken viewing window and followed into the back. He followed out the back exit to find a deserted alleyway. Irvine lowered his gone and walked back up to the front of the store. "I think we took care of the threat buddy. Mission complete," Irvine helped the rookie to his feet again.
"I can't believe I was hit." Dante said in frustration with himself. "It let those two get away."
"Dante, don't worry about it. The mission is done. You did a great..." Irvine looked beyond Dante and saw one of the rebels came back around the front. "...get down kid!" Irvine pushed Dante to the ground as the rebel fired his gun. The bullet went passed Dante's dropping shoulder and into Irvine's throat. Irvine desperately gasped for air, and blood sprayed from the wound as he fell to the ground.
"No!" Dante's voice echoed in the deserted street. He pulled out both of his pistols and fired from the floor, emptying both clips into the torso of the rebel.
Dante crawled over to his fallen friend, still attempting to get oxygen as his mouth filled with blood. "You're going to be okay Irvine, just let me get some help. You'll be alright." Dante looked into the eyes of Irvine, the eyes that would haunt him for the rest of his life, as they stared wide open, and the life seemed to drain from them. Dante stood there at his knees, staring at those eyes, staring till he had to turn away and vomit.
~ 4 months later ~
Squall Leonheart sat at his couch upstairs in his rented house in Timber. The house he rented with Rinoa and impatiently awaited her arrival home from the train station, where she found a passion for running the systems and guiding conductors on their routes. This was the day. The day he would finally be able to prove how much he cared.
He pulled a small black box out of his pocket and opened it. He admired the 2 Karat diamond he had saved his Gil to buy. He smiled to himself as he finally felt that he achieved something he always wanted; true happiness.
The door downstairs opened and closed, and Squall checked the clock on the wall. She was home, a short while earlier than usual. He waited patiently but grinned widely, another thing he imagined himself doing more often.
The door and the top of the stairs opened, and Squall's smile instantly faded. "What do you want?" he shouted the question, but got no reply. The disguised man at the door grinned at Squall. "Who are you?"
The man continued to grin. "Your last contact with human life." The disguised man charged and planted a sword blade into Squall's abdomen, then punched him back off of it. Squall fell back on the couch, one hand holding the wound, the other clinging to the open ring box. The man lined up a final blow to the head when the door downstairs opened again, and a youthful female voice called "honey, I'm home," in a real cheerful tone.
The man stopped his final attack and headed for the nearest window. He leaped out of it as Rinoa opened the door at the top of the staircase.
Rinoa screamed when she saw Squall on the couch bleeding all over himself. She dropped to her knees and cried tears down her cheeks as she crawled to his body that was gradually fading from life. When she got to the couch, she grabbed the telephone on the side table and quickly dialed the local EMS.
Rinoa then cradled Squall's torso in her arms. She was shocked to feel him move as he forced the ring box into her hands. She held him like that for a couple of minutes that seemed like decades to her, when she heard the emergency sirens outside. She then first noticed the ring box, and opened it. As she heard the Paramedics scrambling up the stairs, she repeatedly whispered to him, "I will. I will."
Disclaimer: I do not own or have the right to sell any product involving Final Fantasy 8, including all characters pertaining to it.
Ch. 1
~ Galbadian Streets, 18 months after Ultimecia threatened the planet. ~
"Dante! Get over here and stay low!" Irvine Kinneas called out from behind a rolled bus. Irvine got up and fired at the rebels who planned to overthrow the Galbadian Government and Irvine and the 18 year old rookie SeeD from Galbadia, Dante, were hired to eliminate the threat. This shoot out involved the last of what remained of the rebellious group, and unfortunately, none would allow themselves to be arrested.
"Give me some cover!" Dante Alexander called from behind an unsafe post behind a mailbox. Irvine slid sideways from behind the bus and fired at its side, causing the rebels to drop down behind their barriers, the stores they had seized and hid in, and Dante strafed towards the bus firing his duel pistols, and made it behind the wrecked bus.
"They're almost done kid," Irvine said to his young companion. "Maybe half a dozen left." Irvine fully loaded his gun. "Let's get 'em buddy." Irvine strafed to the left of the bus, and Dante to the right. The original fire went after Dante, and he was hit in the left leg and fell, but Irvine picked those who came up easily until they noticed him. The two remaining rebels made a run for the back entrance of the store.
Irvine chased after them. Dante got up and hobbled slowly after him, but fell and couldn't get back up without tremendous pain, so he stayed down. Irvine had jumped through the broken viewing window and followed into the back. He followed out the back exit to find a deserted alleyway. Irvine lowered his gone and walked back up to the front of the store. "I think we took care of the threat buddy. Mission complete," Irvine helped the rookie to his feet again.
"I can't believe I was hit." Dante said in frustration with himself. "It let those two get away."
"Dante, don't worry about it. The mission is done. You did a great..." Irvine looked beyond Dante and saw one of the rebels came back around the front. "...get down kid!" Irvine pushed Dante to the ground as the rebel fired his gun. The bullet went passed Dante's dropping shoulder and into Irvine's throat. Irvine desperately gasped for air, and blood sprayed from the wound as he fell to the ground.
"No!" Dante's voice echoed in the deserted street. He pulled out both of his pistols and fired from the floor, emptying both clips into the torso of the rebel.
Dante crawled over to his fallen friend, still attempting to get oxygen as his mouth filled with blood. "You're going to be okay Irvine, just let me get some help. You'll be alright." Dante looked into the eyes of Irvine, the eyes that would haunt him for the rest of his life, as they stared wide open, and the life seemed to drain from them. Dante stood there at his knees, staring at those eyes, staring till he had to turn away and vomit.
~ 4 months later ~
Squall Leonheart sat at his couch upstairs in his rented house in Timber. The house he rented with Rinoa and impatiently awaited her arrival home from the train station, where she found a passion for running the systems and guiding conductors on their routes. This was the day. The day he would finally be able to prove how much he cared.
He pulled a small black box out of his pocket and opened it. He admired the 2 Karat diamond he had saved his Gil to buy. He smiled to himself as he finally felt that he achieved something he always wanted; true happiness.
The door downstairs opened and closed, and Squall checked the clock on the wall. She was home, a short while earlier than usual. He waited patiently but grinned widely, another thing he imagined himself doing more often.
The door and the top of the stairs opened, and Squall's smile instantly faded. "What do you want?" he shouted the question, but got no reply. The disguised man at the door grinned at Squall. "Who are you?"
The man continued to grin. "Your last contact with human life." The disguised man charged and planted a sword blade into Squall's abdomen, then punched him back off of it. Squall fell back on the couch, one hand holding the wound, the other clinging to the open ring box. The man lined up a final blow to the head when the door downstairs opened again, and a youthful female voice called "honey, I'm home," in a real cheerful tone.
The man stopped his final attack and headed for the nearest window. He leaped out of it as Rinoa opened the door at the top of the staircase.
Rinoa screamed when she saw Squall on the couch bleeding all over himself. She dropped to her knees and cried tears down her cheeks as she crawled to his body that was gradually fading from life. When she got to the couch, she grabbed the telephone on the side table and quickly dialed the local EMS.
Rinoa then cradled Squall's torso in her arms. She was shocked to feel him move as he forced the ring box into her hands. She held him like that for a couple of minutes that seemed like decades to her, when she heard the emergency sirens outside. She then first noticed the ring box, and opened it. As she heard the Paramedics scrambling up the stairs, she repeatedly whispered to him, "I will. I will."