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Chapter Eleven: Dying in Her Arms
Irvine drank down the entire vial of poison in one swing. Quistis watched him as he drank to his death. At the moment, Quistis did not breathe. She did not feel any emotions. She simply stood there in the doorway, watching Irvine's Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed.
Quistis remembered to breathe. She inhaled sharply and felt her knees begin to quake beneath her. Suddenly, it was all too much to bear. The blonde could feel tears rising in the back of her eyes and she blinked hard, trying to keep them from sliding down her smooth cheeks.
Irvine set the empty vial aside and licked his lower lip. "Didn't taste like strawberries to me, Quis."
Quistis forced a smile on her face. "Did to me. Oh well. I best be going and giving other students their medicines."
Its for the best, Quistis told herself. He wants to kill everyone. He was behind everything. He was NEVER our friend and ally.
She turned and started to walk away, casting a casual wave to her dying friend as she went. As she went down the hall, she heard him close the door, and heard him begin to cough.
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Selphie Tilmitt has dancing. She leapt high, spun low, and twirled her hips around. She danced for a long time before reaching a hand out to her male-clone, Zell Dincht.
"Come onnnn!" she begged. "Dance with me!! Get outta this deep blue funk you're in!"
Zell looked at her hand for a moment, than looked away. Both Zell and Selphie were in a empty SeeD classroom. Zell had seemed depressed that day. He was sweating a lot and looked so nervous as well. Selphie figured she could cheer him up so she dragged him to a classroom before classes started that early afternoon.
She forced his hand into hers, yanking him to his feet.
"Party pooper!" Selphie scolded, adding a wink with her words. "Dance or die!"
Zell glared at her and ripped his hand from hers. He walked quickly from the classroom.
"Fine then, 'Squall!'" she teased, running out after him.
In the hallway, she saw Irvine sitting down, his back against the wall. His head was lowered, his face vanished from his cowboy hat. Zell was nowhere to be found.
"Irvy," Selphie giggled. "What are you doing? Did you see which way Zellie-poo ran off to?"
Irvine did not respond to her, and she felt a pang of nervousness in her chest. She kneeled beside him.
"Irvy?"
She saw it then. A puddle of blood rested beside him.
"Oh my Hyne! Irvy!" She grasped him by the shoulders and shook him slightly. His hat fell from his head.
He opened his eyes and looked up at her. "Oh, hey S-sefie."
As he spoke, blood poured from his mouth. It ran off his chin and stained his shirt. He looked down and saw the blood and a slight frown formed apon his face.
"I'm bleeding," he said in a pitiful tone. He didn't seem like he recognized what was happening to him.
"Irvy! What happened!?" Selphie begged for the answer, growing desperate.
"Huh?" he looked back up at her. "Nothing. Just got tired and sat down here."
"What happened before that?"
"Quistis gave me a vial of like, med... medicine." Irvine grinned at her. His speech was beginning to get very slurred. "Yoo look alarmed, Sefie. She told me everyone was takin it... Tast...ed funny to me, though."
Quistis poisoned Irvine!!
The reality hit her hard and fast. She cupped Irvine's face in her hands, staring deep into his eyes. She directly understood that he was going to die in the next minute, and there was no time to call for help.
She leaned down and placed a kiss on his bloody lips.
Irvine smiled. "Heeeey, I finally got one kiss outta yoo."
Selphie watched as a tear fell from his eye. But it was not a normal tear. The tear was red. A blood tear. Selphie could feel her own, clear tears fall from her eyes.
Selphie hugged Irvine, and could hear his rattling sounds of breathing. She let her eyes close, trying to hold back her tears.
Blood leaked from his nose. It dripped from his ears and stained her yellow jumper. She was sticky from his blood but she held onto him, even if he had no strength to hug her back. She sat like that for a long time, crying softly. She held onto him long after he stopped breathing. Long after blood stopped pouring onto her.
"Irvine..." Selphie finally cried out. She sat back, beginning to cry openly as she stared into his face. His mouth hung open slightly, his eyes staring blankly into hers.
Her tears only lasted a minute in time. Fury and distress consumed her. And all she wanted was revenge. Revenge on Quistis Trepe. She stood, leaving Irvine where he had passed away. She grinded her teeth together and sought off to plan for revenge.
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Quistis Trepe dabbed her eyes again with a tissue. Zell Dincht stood before her, his eyes dark. They stood in the main hallway of Balamb Garden, hours after Lights Out. It was quiet, dark, and gloomy.
"You did it," he said flatly.
Quistis raised her watery eyes to look at him. She clutched the tissue tight in her right hand. "Yeah..."
Zell smiled at her. "He's dead. I watched as he died in Selphie's arms."
Quistis regarded him bitterly. "I hate you."
He raised an eyebrow, his smile leaving his face. "Why? You know I was right."
"You made me kill him!" Quistis hissed. "I don't care if he was casting spells on us... He... He was still my friend."
Then, Quistis heard a voice. A whispered voice, soft and corrupt. Bloodthirsty and uncaring.
"Demolish Quistis Trepe..."
Quistis snapped her head up towards Zell. It sounded as if the feminine voice had come from him!
Zell suddenly looked petrified. He let out a exasperated whimper and began to tremble. And that's when Quistis knew she had made a terrible mistake with Irvine. Irvine had been innocent. The entire thing Zell had told her was a charade to get her to murder poor Irvine. Her suspicions were confirmed when she heard the voice speak to Zell again.
"Vanquish her as you did Irvine..."
Quistis felt tears of remorse rise in her eyes and she wanted to badly to scream as loud as she could. She had murdered Irvine... who had done NOTHING!!
However, she could not dwell on Irvine at the moment, for Zell was under the spell once more. His face had once again darkened and he inched slowly towards the frightened blonde woman.
"Zell," she said calmly. "Don't listen to that voice. Nobody else needs to die. Don't let the voice tell you to do anything you don't want to. This is not like you!"
Zell sighed. "Sorry, Quistis. But you need to die."
Quistis' hand instinctively dropped the tissue and reached for her Save the Queen. But, of course, she did not have it with her. Zell had called her out of her room that night so suddenly, she had forgotten it.
But Zell, he had his fists. And he was full of spells. Quistis didn't have any equipped, let alone the Draw ability junctioned. She took a step back, and it showed off her dread to him. He instantly raised his hands and cast Blizzaga.
The frosty wave of agony hit her square in the chest, and she was knocked off her feet. She stood quickly and looked at him just as he prepared to cast yet another spell.
She pivoted on the balls of her feet and began to run away. A ball of fire scarcely missed her, flying past her on her left.
Quistis ran through the main halls as fast as she could, heading for the elevator. Why, if she could get inside the elevator and stop it mid floor, he could not reach her. Or should lower herself into the contorted mazes inside Garden.
A spell hit her in the upper back. Her arms flew up as if she wanted to take off and fly. Yet instead of flying, she flew through the air only several of feet before landing in a ball of torment. She coughed and spit out blood. What the hell had he cast on her to do such damage!?
She made it to the elevator and leapt inside. She pressed the 'close' button several times, watching Zell sprint up the steps to the elevator.
"Close," Quistis begged. She spit out blood as she talked. "Please close!!"
The doors began to close. Of course, by this time Zell was at the door. He grinned at her and started to walk inside the elevator in which Quistis coward.
"Zell!" Quistis screamed as she watched him prepare to cast a spell to deliver the final blow. To put the woman out of her misery. "No!!"
Suddenly, two hands reached in and grabbed Zell by the back of the shirt. A look of pure surprise complexed Zell's face as he was yanked forcefully out. She watched as Zell was thrown down the stairs.
Her savior leapt through the open elevator doors. His handsome face was etched with confusion.
"What the fuck is going on here," Seifer Almasy demanded. The doors closed behind him and they began to descend downwards to B1. Quistis side- stepped Seifer and pressed the 'halt' button. They were now stuck together between floors.
Quistis tasted blood in her mouth. She coughed again and out came more blood. Seifer's puzzled face changed into one of concern. He was at her side, grasping tightly onto one of her arms.
"Seifer..." Quistis said, struggling not to cry. "Whoever possessed us a month ago has possessed Zell. He made me kill Irvine..." she watched his eyes widen. "Then he tried to kill me."
Seifer didn't put on his arrogant act. He didn't become rude or narcissistic. He just stayed quiet and understanding. He didn't ask questions or explain what he was doing out at those hours. He just pulled her close and hugged her. And that's all she really wanted. And that is when she felt herself falling for him.
Authors Note: Still don't mean this is gonna be a Queifer.... POOR IRVY!! **cries**
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Chapter Eleven: Dying in Her Arms
Irvine drank down the entire vial of poison in one swing. Quistis watched him as he drank to his death. At the moment, Quistis did not breathe. She did not feel any emotions. She simply stood there in the doorway, watching Irvine's Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed.
Quistis remembered to breathe. She inhaled sharply and felt her knees begin to quake beneath her. Suddenly, it was all too much to bear. The blonde could feel tears rising in the back of her eyes and she blinked hard, trying to keep them from sliding down her smooth cheeks.
Irvine set the empty vial aside and licked his lower lip. "Didn't taste like strawberries to me, Quis."
Quistis forced a smile on her face. "Did to me. Oh well. I best be going and giving other students their medicines."
Its for the best, Quistis told herself. He wants to kill everyone. He was behind everything. He was NEVER our friend and ally.
She turned and started to walk away, casting a casual wave to her dying friend as she went. As she went down the hall, she heard him close the door, and heard him begin to cough.
* * * *
Selphie Tilmitt has dancing. She leapt high, spun low, and twirled her hips around. She danced for a long time before reaching a hand out to her male-clone, Zell Dincht.
"Come onnnn!" she begged. "Dance with me!! Get outta this deep blue funk you're in!"
Zell looked at her hand for a moment, than looked away. Both Zell and Selphie were in a empty SeeD classroom. Zell had seemed depressed that day. He was sweating a lot and looked so nervous as well. Selphie figured she could cheer him up so she dragged him to a classroom before classes started that early afternoon.
She forced his hand into hers, yanking him to his feet.
"Party pooper!" Selphie scolded, adding a wink with her words. "Dance or die!"
Zell glared at her and ripped his hand from hers. He walked quickly from the classroom.
"Fine then, 'Squall!'" she teased, running out after him.
In the hallway, she saw Irvine sitting down, his back against the wall. His head was lowered, his face vanished from his cowboy hat. Zell was nowhere to be found.
"Irvy," Selphie giggled. "What are you doing? Did you see which way Zellie-poo ran off to?"
Irvine did not respond to her, and she felt a pang of nervousness in her chest. She kneeled beside him.
"Irvy?"
She saw it then. A puddle of blood rested beside him.
"Oh my Hyne! Irvy!" She grasped him by the shoulders and shook him slightly. His hat fell from his head.
He opened his eyes and looked up at her. "Oh, hey S-sefie."
As he spoke, blood poured from his mouth. It ran off his chin and stained his shirt. He looked down and saw the blood and a slight frown formed apon his face.
"I'm bleeding," he said in a pitiful tone. He didn't seem like he recognized what was happening to him.
"Irvy! What happened!?" Selphie begged for the answer, growing desperate.
"Huh?" he looked back up at her. "Nothing. Just got tired and sat down here."
"What happened before that?"
"Quistis gave me a vial of like, med... medicine." Irvine grinned at her. His speech was beginning to get very slurred. "Yoo look alarmed, Sefie. She told me everyone was takin it... Tast...ed funny to me, though."
Quistis poisoned Irvine!!
The reality hit her hard and fast. She cupped Irvine's face in her hands, staring deep into his eyes. She directly understood that he was going to die in the next minute, and there was no time to call for help.
She leaned down and placed a kiss on his bloody lips.
Irvine smiled. "Heeeey, I finally got one kiss outta yoo."
Selphie watched as a tear fell from his eye. But it was not a normal tear. The tear was red. A blood tear. Selphie could feel her own, clear tears fall from her eyes.
Selphie hugged Irvine, and could hear his rattling sounds of breathing. She let her eyes close, trying to hold back her tears.
Blood leaked from his nose. It dripped from his ears and stained her yellow jumper. She was sticky from his blood but she held onto him, even if he had no strength to hug her back. She sat like that for a long time, crying softly. She held onto him long after he stopped breathing. Long after blood stopped pouring onto her.
"Irvine..." Selphie finally cried out. She sat back, beginning to cry openly as she stared into his face. His mouth hung open slightly, his eyes staring blankly into hers.
Her tears only lasted a minute in time. Fury and distress consumed her. And all she wanted was revenge. Revenge on Quistis Trepe. She stood, leaving Irvine where he had passed away. She grinded her teeth together and sought off to plan for revenge.
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Quistis Trepe dabbed her eyes again with a tissue. Zell Dincht stood before her, his eyes dark. They stood in the main hallway of Balamb Garden, hours after Lights Out. It was quiet, dark, and gloomy.
"You did it," he said flatly.
Quistis raised her watery eyes to look at him. She clutched the tissue tight in her right hand. "Yeah..."
Zell smiled at her. "He's dead. I watched as he died in Selphie's arms."
Quistis regarded him bitterly. "I hate you."
He raised an eyebrow, his smile leaving his face. "Why? You know I was right."
"You made me kill him!" Quistis hissed. "I don't care if he was casting spells on us... He... He was still my friend."
Then, Quistis heard a voice. A whispered voice, soft and corrupt. Bloodthirsty and uncaring.
"Demolish Quistis Trepe..."
Quistis snapped her head up towards Zell. It sounded as if the feminine voice had come from him!
Zell suddenly looked petrified. He let out a exasperated whimper and began to tremble. And that's when Quistis knew she had made a terrible mistake with Irvine. Irvine had been innocent. The entire thing Zell had told her was a charade to get her to murder poor Irvine. Her suspicions were confirmed when she heard the voice speak to Zell again.
"Vanquish her as you did Irvine..."
Quistis felt tears of remorse rise in her eyes and she wanted to badly to scream as loud as she could. She had murdered Irvine... who had done NOTHING!!
However, she could not dwell on Irvine at the moment, for Zell was under the spell once more. His face had once again darkened and he inched slowly towards the frightened blonde woman.
"Zell," she said calmly. "Don't listen to that voice. Nobody else needs to die. Don't let the voice tell you to do anything you don't want to. This is not like you!"
Zell sighed. "Sorry, Quistis. But you need to die."
Quistis' hand instinctively dropped the tissue and reached for her Save the Queen. But, of course, she did not have it with her. Zell had called her out of her room that night so suddenly, she had forgotten it.
But Zell, he had his fists. And he was full of spells. Quistis didn't have any equipped, let alone the Draw ability junctioned. She took a step back, and it showed off her dread to him. He instantly raised his hands and cast Blizzaga.
The frosty wave of agony hit her square in the chest, and she was knocked off her feet. She stood quickly and looked at him just as he prepared to cast yet another spell.
She pivoted on the balls of her feet and began to run away. A ball of fire scarcely missed her, flying past her on her left.
Quistis ran through the main halls as fast as she could, heading for the elevator. Why, if she could get inside the elevator and stop it mid floor, he could not reach her. Or should lower herself into the contorted mazes inside Garden.
A spell hit her in the upper back. Her arms flew up as if she wanted to take off and fly. Yet instead of flying, she flew through the air only several of feet before landing in a ball of torment. She coughed and spit out blood. What the hell had he cast on her to do such damage!?
She made it to the elevator and leapt inside. She pressed the 'close' button several times, watching Zell sprint up the steps to the elevator.
"Close," Quistis begged. She spit out blood as she talked. "Please close!!"
The doors began to close. Of course, by this time Zell was at the door. He grinned at her and started to walk inside the elevator in which Quistis coward.
"Zell!" Quistis screamed as she watched him prepare to cast a spell to deliver the final blow. To put the woman out of her misery. "No!!"
Suddenly, two hands reached in and grabbed Zell by the back of the shirt. A look of pure surprise complexed Zell's face as he was yanked forcefully out. She watched as Zell was thrown down the stairs.
Her savior leapt through the open elevator doors. His handsome face was etched with confusion.
"What the fuck is going on here," Seifer Almasy demanded. The doors closed behind him and they began to descend downwards to B1. Quistis side- stepped Seifer and pressed the 'halt' button. They were now stuck together between floors.
Quistis tasted blood in her mouth. She coughed again and out came more blood. Seifer's puzzled face changed into one of concern. He was at her side, grasping tightly onto one of her arms.
"Seifer..." Quistis said, struggling not to cry. "Whoever possessed us a month ago has possessed Zell. He made me kill Irvine..." she watched his eyes widen. "Then he tried to kill me."
Seifer didn't put on his arrogant act. He didn't become rude or narcissistic. He just stayed quiet and understanding. He didn't ask questions or explain what he was doing out at those hours. He just pulled her close and hugged her. And that's all she really wanted. And that is when she felt herself falling for him.
Authors Note: Still don't mean this is gonna be a Queifer.... POOR IRVY!! **cries**
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