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A/N: First of all, to start off this author's note, I would like to thank my reviewers and readers of my story. I just want to say that your reviews mean a lot to me. Thanks again.
Also, I would like to apologize for the lack of updates. I think I was in a serious case of Writer's block _ Thankfully, I was able to recover so I'm back! Here it is, the fourth chapter of my story. Please remember to R&R!
Chapter 4: Confusion
~Seifer's POV~
"I love you Rinoa…" I whispered into her ears softly.
"Seifer, I have something to tell you…" She replied. Not the exact answer I was looking for. Feeling slightly hurt, I circled my muscular arms around her tiny waist and pulled her close to me. Gazing deeply into her eyes, I could sense that her mind was someplace else and not here.
"Baby…is there something wrong?" I asked, almost sounding desperately worried. She then looked up at me. Her eyes were beautiful. They were the color of different mixed shades of brown and light mahogany, with added specks of gold to make her eyes stand out even more. Looking closer, I suddenly realized that her eyes were no longer brown but instead, blue.
"What the hell…" I said aloud. When I took a look at Rinoa again, her hair has now turned into a strawberry blond color. Before I knew it, Quistis Trepe was now in my arms instead of Rinoa.
"Seifer, don't go." She said to me softly, her lips barely moving. She then pulled me closer to her and placed her head on my shoulders.
"Quis…" I began to say when all of a sudden, Quistis's head shot up. A mysterious purple aura surrounded her slim figure and her face was now frozen with an expression of sheer terror and sadness. Soon, I realized she was looking at something behind me.
Turning around cautiously, I spied a woman that was barely noticeable. She looked about middle-aged. She was very skinny and wore a dark royal purple/black gown that clung tightly onto her body. The V-shaped neckline plunged down all the way to the area right above her stomach. The ends of her dress spilled gracefully onto the floor, almost like a cascade of water, rushing over a flat desolate surface.
Studying her face, the mysterious woman was wearing massive amounts of dark-hued makeup. I had to admit, she was strangely beautiful and had eyes that were very enchanting and welcoming. I shivered. The air around me was getting very cold. The hairs on the back of my neck stood stiff. Sensing evil within her, I approached her slowly, Hyperion in hand…
"Who are you and what have you done with Quistis and Rinoa?!" I asked her angrily. The lady than waved her hand across the sky once. Suddenly, I knew who she was.
"Matron?" Her name seemed to spill from my mouth. Why did that name sound so familiar? Who was she? Why was she here? A million questions raced through my mind. I was getting more and more confused by the minute.
Matron was now slowly walking towards me. Her movements were very graceful and smooth. As she got closer, I tried to move away but she must have put me in some kind of dark spell because my whole body was stiff. I was frozen on the spot…
Coming closer, her eyes glowed with the color of dark yellow and it was very clouded, as if she was possessed. For a slight moment, her eyes returned to normal and I could feel as if she was trying to get into my mind. All of a sudden, she spoke to me in a loud, clear voice inside my head.
"Seifer…I want you to listen to me. Don't go to Timber." She said. Her voice was very calming and relaxing. It sounded like a mother's voice, talking to her child. It made me a little more relaxed in my current state.
"Why-what are you trying to tell me?" I asked her deep inside my mind.
"Great evil lies in Timber…stay away from there…" She replied. Her voice is now fading away. Taking great note of her warning, I forced myself to snap back into reality.
Matron's eyes were once again back to it's possessed form. I could feel my whole body tense up as if I was going into battle. The evil Matron now looked at me with such evilness and hatred that it burned into my skull.
"Poor boy…you want to be grown up yet you are still just a little boy…a lost one I must say." She hissed.
"Stop calling me a boy! What do you want from me?!" I shouted in response. She was starting to get on my nerves with the little boy crap. I was not going to let anyone call me a mere boy.
"Do you know what I want Seifer? I want…you. Come with me child if you want to leave you boyish days behind and to be a man."
"Shut up! I don't wanna hear anymore of this shit! I yelled.
Suddenly, a whole chorus of voices came into my head. It was her! She was doing this to me! The voices were mesmerizing and at the same time, the most disturbing thing I had ever heard including a Marboro's cry. It tore into my head like a razor, cutting through a very thin piece of glass. As the voices got louder, I swung my gunblade frantically trying to hit the evil Matron. She possessed such incredible dark powers, could she be a Sorceress?
"Argh!" I cried in pain as the voices continued to multiply and strengthen. I fell to my knees and held tightly to my head as if I was some raving lunatic.
"Shut up!" I cried out on the top of my lungs.
Thud
What the hell? I opened my eyes. Where am I? As my eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, I looked around me. A sofa and a bed? Suddenly, I realized that I was inside the Balamb hotel. Breathing a sigh of relief, I sat up. Why the hell am I on the floor?
"What the?" I touched the top of my forehead. It hurt like hell. Then it struck me. I must have fallen off the sofa from the impact of the dream. Maybe that would explain why I'm on the floor and how that would also explain the bump on my head. Rubbing it hard, I began to think about the dream again. It just felt so…real. I thought I was in danger for sure. Who was Matron anyway? Ergh…no sense in worrying about it now.
Shrugging to myself, I propped myself back on the sofa. This is the last time I'm sleeping here, I thought to myself. I hope I didn't wake the Instructor up…wait…when did I care about the Instructor?! Laughing to myself, I was just about to fall back asleep when I heard mumbling from across the room.
"Seify…I need you…"
"Huh? Quistis, is that you?" I asked.
No response…
"Quistis?" I asked again. I approached her bed. The sobbing grew louder.
"Seify…"
Seify? Is that me? Is she calling…for me?
A/N: Yay! Another chapter yet finished! Whew, that was long…well, for me anyways lol. Remember to review. Thank you!
