Chapter three ~
Reflections of flickering flames danced across the waves of the redhead's short hair, casting shadows of each curve and the sides that framed the face. His eyes were cast low, their darkness just peeking out from the side.
Lowering his shotgun, he heard a commotion coming from where the soldiers had been standing guard. Looking over he saw them engaged in battle, fighting the returning group of rebels.
Among the rebels was the knight he had been looking for, the one named Squall. He watched as the man cut the soldiers down one by one, driven by the visible anger in his eyes.
The knight was unstoppable, he refused to be calmed until he had gotten rid of the soldiers and then, the redhead. He raised his sword for another attack and was about to attack when he was shot.
The bullet came when he wasn't expecting it, getting him on the side by his ribs. Though it hurt, the damage was nothing he couldn't handle.
He stepped back and allowed his place to be taken by one of the other rebels, changing the hand in which he held his sword with. The knight turned with his sword raised once again, what he found was the redhead standing on the other side.
The sound of the fighting rebels and soldiers faded into the distance, drowned out by that of the fire devouring the old theater. The redhead stood there, still smiling, he had the kind of look in his eyes as though he was tempting the knight to strike first.
Squall's gaze traveled between the long burgundy shotgun and it's master's face, studying every detail and every move. It really was the redhead from his dreams, carrying the same bladed shotgun too, with that look in his eyes that made Squall's blood boil.
"I've finally found you," the redhead spoke though it confirmed nothing yet, "Do you still remember me?"
"Depends, who are you?" The knight glared.
He saw the change in the redhead's expression, his smile faltered for a moment. "Have you really forgotten? I'm the one you've been at war with all these years."
"I," he hesitated, "I do remember fighting you, but more than that, no."
The smile returned to grace the redhead's face. "That's good enough. Although it is a disappointment, I expected you to have grown during this year."
Black boots hadn't made a sound as one of the soldiers came creeping in from the back. He got close without being noticed, using the knight's focus on the redhead to his advantage.
He struck the knight at the back of the head, sending him down in an instant. All did not become dark at once, as pain raked through the back of the knight's head, he had heard the redhead getting close.
"Nicely done, make sure you get a hold of the others before they escape." The redhead's voice had been the last thing he had heard and then he fell into a deep sleep.