You're not alone
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**She forced her eyes to look upwards, into those calculating, empty vacancies, those hollow orbs that had once been...human. The dress was the same; the green filmy scarf was the same; but her limbs were limp, actionless.
Could it really be Ellone? Ellone, who had helped them so much? Ellone, who had helped her?
Then she thought back. She, too, had once been like this. Possessed by Ultimecia. The ethereal lagging limbs, the misty clones dragging behind her, all were the same. Ellone was possessed, dangerous, and for the time being at least, on Ultimecia's side...
Ellone looked down at Rinoa with the hollow orbs. Ultimecia glared into Rinoa's face, grimacing in pleasure. She seemed to enjoy the look of utter puzzlement and amazement on Rinoa's face.
"Soon, all the SeeDs will be wiped out! I will have my revenge! The plan is komplete. That ringleader, that kocky, interfering boy will be overkome at last!"
"NO! He won't be!"
The words exploded from Rinoa's mouth with vehemence. "He won't be overpowered!He's too strong!"
"But my dear..." whispered Ultimecia dangerously. "He has already put on the ring. And when the ring is worn with his love engraved into it, it shall be his downfall. And it will be your love that will kill him."
Rinoa did not fully understand Ultimecia's mystical prophesy, but she understood enough to make the blood freeze up in her veins.
"And then, my dear"...
The word "dear" was almost spat out, with cruelty and hatred and sarcasm and contempt in every harsh russian syllable,
"We shall be killing you."
And the evil silhouette that was once a young, innocent girl called Ellone whispered menacingly
"Yesssss...."
***
Quistis leaned down and shook Squall gently by the shoulders. He shifted slightly in his sleep, a tiny moan escaping his lips. His forehead was furrowed and the silvery trails of tears shone on his cheeks and eyelids, making him glow with a silvered effervescence. He was so beautiful, so vulnerable. It was her perfect chance.
She did love him, didn't she?
Yes. The question passed out of her mind as she told herself the one syllable. She leant down again and shook him with more determination. He didn't need that girl. Causing him so much pain. Couldn't he see who was right for him, the girl he had known for almost his entire life? They were perfect for eachother.
This time Squall's eyelids fluttered, and he squinted blurrily up at her with glassy eyes. He struggled into an upright position, rubbing his eyes gently with balled up fists.
"Quisty...its the middle of the night..."
"This couldn't wait, Squall."
"Is Rinoa back?"
His eyes lit up for a second, yet the hope and joy was dampened by the obvious, almost instant realisation that Quistis was there to tell him something else.
Quistis shifted her position on the side of the bed. She reached up with a slim, supple hand and tugged off her ponytail band, letting the sleek golden waterfall of hair spill onto her shoulders and across her face. She threw back her hair and peered out from beneath her dark fringes of eyelashes with what she hoped was an alluring, seductive expression. "There's been something I've been meaning to tell you..." she murmured, edging closer. She had to get it over quickly, get it out. Couldn't he see how right she was for him?
Squall rubbed his tired eyes again. He looked so haggard, Quistis reflected. He needed someone to love him. Obviously Rinoa hadn't done a very good job.
"I'm - lonely tonight." She blurted out stupidly, and only then did she realise the foolishness of what she had said.
"I meant - I meant - " What could she say? To endear herself to him?
"I'm worried about Rinoa." She forced herself to say it. Of course, she was worried about Rinoa. She was another human being. But her bubbly ways and outright flirting had captured Squall's heart immediately, forcing her out of the picture. If Rinoa could do it, why shouldn't she? With Rinoa temporarily out of the way, Quistis could have a little fun of her own while comforting the distressed hero.
"Oh Quisty. So am I. So am I."
Squall tried to keep the tears from coming to his eyes, but he couldn't. What was happening to him? He, the strong Squall, crying uncontrollably? He buried his face in Quistis' neck and just let the tears flow, feeling safe and protected in her arms.
Quistis could hardly stop the smile coming to her lips as she stroked Squall's soft hair, burying her hand in the shimmering strands. "Don't worry. Sssssh." She whispered mechanically, while thinking of what she could say next. He was in her arms, her promising cadet, her handsome -
Now was the time to make her move.
"Squall - don't you think it might be for the best?"
Squall pulled away a little. His face was still wet with tears, but that vulnerable look was lost in the puzzled and wary look he was giving her.
"For the best? Rinoa's gone - gone - and it might be for the BEST?"
His voice was rising slightly, taking on a slightly hysterical tone. Quistis tried her best to put on an understanding yet somehow - alluring tone. She leant in to him, making sure he could smell her new perfume. The smell of garden roses emanated from her temples and neck.
"I just meant - with her gone - you and I could get a chance to talk. We never got to talk, Squall. I've always found you kind of - special."
Quistis was on a roll now, nothing could stop her. She was hardly seeing Squall's face, hardly even thinking about what she was saying. She just knew he wouldn't reject her. Not again. She had to be attractive to him. She had to.
"Come on Squall, she'd never know. What would it be anyway? You might never see her again. Don't you think it might be better to give someone else a chance, someone you've known longer -"
Her words weren't even making sense anymore, but her blue eyes were burning with such intensity that they urged her to continue. She pressed herself up against Squall's chest, her lips inches from his -
"What does she have I don't have? Come on Squall, what have you got to lose? Try me. I have feelings for you. I've said it. I love you. Love me back Squall. You can't have really loved her, think of - "
Her lips were a centimetre from his now. She knew he wouldn't say no now, how could he?
"Kiss me Squall. You can forget about her. One kiss will change your world. I'm worth much more than she ever was - you won't regret it - "
A violent push, something she hadn't thought him capable of doing, and she was sprawled on the polished floor of his dormitory. Her eyes teared as she stared up at him, his chest heaving, his clenched fists trembling.
"DON'T TALK ABOUT HER IN THE PAST TENSE!" He roared, his voice tinged and edged with tears. Quistis scrambled to her feet and tried to touch his arm, but he shrank back from her.
"What a low down thing to do." He whispered in rage. "Do you think I don't have feelings? I'm just something you can seduce? You don't think I already love somebody else? I love her, all right?"
It was a horrible replay of the night so many years ago. "I love somebody else." The words played over and over in her mind, jumbling up, mixed and blended with her tears. She dissolved into tears and ran from the room. Rejected again. Was she worth nothing, to nobody? She had always wanted love. But nobody loved her. Squall loved someone else.
What made it worse was that it was the same woman Seifer had loved, all those years ago, on that stormy, candlelit night.
***
**She thinks I don't have feelings? How dare she? My angel is worth so much more than she - that slut - ever was. I've never had feelings for Quistis. I've always liked her, respected her. But that respect is gone now. Acting as if Rinoa was a hopeless, lost cause. Trying to take her place! Trying to take her place! How dare she?? How DARE she?!**
**What is this feeling? The rage seems to be choking me, but something else is choking me too. Something strangling me, tightening around my neck? What's happening? And why can't I see anymore?**
**Scarlet, concentric circles swirling, this is it, the big one, the one that's going to kill me, I'm dead**
**Maybe that's a good thing. NO! I can't think like that! I can't die! I have to stay alive! For my Angel! What's choking me? Why can't I breathe anymore?**
**The chain? I can't move my fingers to feel it, but it is searing into my flesh like white-hot metal, i'm sure it is. Help me Hyne!**
**Rinoa, I'm scared.**
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**Disclaimer; oh you know the drill...they don't belong to me, bla bla bla bla**
**but the story does!**
**Authors note: You really need to have read ALLthe previous parts to understand this part of the story**
Please REVIEW it only takes a few seconds! My review ratio is slipping and slippin and slipping...
**She forced her eyes to look upwards, into those calculating, empty vacancies, those hollow orbs that had once been...human. The dress was the same; the green filmy scarf was the same; but her limbs were limp, actionless.
Could it really be Ellone? Ellone, who had helped them so much? Ellone, who had helped her?
Then she thought back. She, too, had once been like this. Possessed by Ultimecia. The ethereal lagging limbs, the misty clones dragging behind her, all were the same. Ellone was possessed, dangerous, and for the time being at least, on Ultimecia's side...
Ellone looked down at Rinoa with the hollow orbs. Ultimecia glared into Rinoa's face, grimacing in pleasure. She seemed to enjoy the look of utter puzzlement and amazement on Rinoa's face.
"Soon, all the SeeDs will be wiped out! I will have my revenge! The plan is komplete. That ringleader, that kocky, interfering boy will be overkome at last!"
"NO! He won't be!"
The words exploded from Rinoa's mouth with vehemence. "He won't be overpowered!He's too strong!"
"But my dear..." whispered Ultimecia dangerously. "He has already put on the ring. And when the ring is worn with his love engraved into it, it shall be his downfall. And it will be your love that will kill him."
Rinoa did not fully understand Ultimecia's mystical prophesy, but she understood enough to make the blood freeze up in her veins.
"And then, my dear"...
The word "dear" was almost spat out, with cruelty and hatred and sarcasm and contempt in every harsh russian syllable,
"We shall be killing you."
And the evil silhouette that was once a young, innocent girl called Ellone whispered menacingly
"Yesssss...."
***
Quistis leaned down and shook Squall gently by the shoulders. He shifted slightly in his sleep, a tiny moan escaping his lips. His forehead was furrowed and the silvery trails of tears shone on his cheeks and eyelids, making him glow with a silvered effervescence. He was so beautiful, so vulnerable. It was her perfect chance.
She did love him, didn't she?
Yes. The question passed out of her mind as she told herself the one syllable. She leant down again and shook him with more determination. He didn't need that girl. Causing him so much pain. Couldn't he see who was right for him, the girl he had known for almost his entire life? They were perfect for eachother.
This time Squall's eyelids fluttered, and he squinted blurrily up at her with glassy eyes. He struggled into an upright position, rubbing his eyes gently with balled up fists.
"Quisty...its the middle of the night..."
"This couldn't wait, Squall."
"Is Rinoa back?"
His eyes lit up for a second, yet the hope and joy was dampened by the obvious, almost instant realisation that Quistis was there to tell him something else.
Quistis shifted her position on the side of the bed. She reached up with a slim, supple hand and tugged off her ponytail band, letting the sleek golden waterfall of hair spill onto her shoulders and across her face. She threw back her hair and peered out from beneath her dark fringes of eyelashes with what she hoped was an alluring, seductive expression. "There's been something I've been meaning to tell you..." she murmured, edging closer. She had to get it over quickly, get it out. Couldn't he see how right she was for him?
Squall rubbed his tired eyes again. He looked so haggard, Quistis reflected. He needed someone to love him. Obviously Rinoa hadn't done a very good job.
"I'm - lonely tonight." She blurted out stupidly, and only then did she realise the foolishness of what she had said.
"I meant - I meant - " What could she say? To endear herself to him?
"I'm worried about Rinoa." She forced herself to say it. Of course, she was worried about Rinoa. She was another human being. But her bubbly ways and outright flirting had captured Squall's heart immediately, forcing her out of the picture. If Rinoa could do it, why shouldn't she? With Rinoa temporarily out of the way, Quistis could have a little fun of her own while comforting the distressed hero.
"Oh Quisty. So am I. So am I."
Squall tried to keep the tears from coming to his eyes, but he couldn't. What was happening to him? He, the strong Squall, crying uncontrollably? He buried his face in Quistis' neck and just let the tears flow, feeling safe and protected in her arms.
Quistis could hardly stop the smile coming to her lips as she stroked Squall's soft hair, burying her hand in the shimmering strands. "Don't worry. Sssssh." She whispered mechanically, while thinking of what she could say next. He was in her arms, her promising cadet, her handsome -
Now was the time to make her move.
"Squall - don't you think it might be for the best?"
Squall pulled away a little. His face was still wet with tears, but that vulnerable look was lost in the puzzled and wary look he was giving her.
"For the best? Rinoa's gone - gone - and it might be for the BEST?"
His voice was rising slightly, taking on a slightly hysterical tone. Quistis tried her best to put on an understanding yet somehow - alluring tone. She leant in to him, making sure he could smell her new perfume. The smell of garden roses emanated from her temples and neck.
"I just meant - with her gone - you and I could get a chance to talk. We never got to talk, Squall. I've always found you kind of - special."
Quistis was on a roll now, nothing could stop her. She was hardly seeing Squall's face, hardly even thinking about what she was saying. She just knew he wouldn't reject her. Not again. She had to be attractive to him. She had to.
"Come on Squall, she'd never know. What would it be anyway? You might never see her again. Don't you think it might be better to give someone else a chance, someone you've known longer -"
Her words weren't even making sense anymore, but her blue eyes were burning with such intensity that they urged her to continue. She pressed herself up against Squall's chest, her lips inches from his -
"What does she have I don't have? Come on Squall, what have you got to lose? Try me. I have feelings for you. I've said it. I love you. Love me back Squall. You can't have really loved her, think of - "
Her lips were a centimetre from his now. She knew he wouldn't say no now, how could he?
"Kiss me Squall. You can forget about her. One kiss will change your world. I'm worth much more than she ever was - you won't regret it - "
A violent push, something she hadn't thought him capable of doing, and she was sprawled on the polished floor of his dormitory. Her eyes teared as she stared up at him, his chest heaving, his clenched fists trembling.
"DON'T TALK ABOUT HER IN THE PAST TENSE!" He roared, his voice tinged and edged with tears. Quistis scrambled to her feet and tried to touch his arm, but he shrank back from her.
"What a low down thing to do." He whispered in rage. "Do you think I don't have feelings? I'm just something you can seduce? You don't think I already love somebody else? I love her, all right?"
It was a horrible replay of the night so many years ago. "I love somebody else." The words played over and over in her mind, jumbling up, mixed and blended with her tears. She dissolved into tears and ran from the room. Rejected again. Was she worth nothing, to nobody? She had always wanted love. But nobody loved her. Squall loved someone else.
What made it worse was that it was the same woman Seifer had loved, all those years ago, on that stormy, candlelit night.
***
**She thinks I don't have feelings? How dare she? My angel is worth so much more than she - that slut - ever was. I've never had feelings for Quistis. I've always liked her, respected her. But that respect is gone now. Acting as if Rinoa was a hopeless, lost cause. Trying to take her place! Trying to take her place! How dare she?? How DARE she?!**
**What is this feeling? The rage seems to be choking me, but something else is choking me too. Something strangling me, tightening around my neck? What's happening? And why can't I see anymore?**
**Scarlet, concentric circles swirling, this is it, the big one, the one that's going to kill me, I'm dead**
**Maybe that's a good thing. NO! I can't think like that! I can't die! I have to stay alive! For my Angel! What's choking me? Why can't I breathe anymore?**
**The chain? I can't move my fingers to feel it, but it is searing into my flesh like white-hot metal, i'm sure it is. Help me Hyne!**
**Rinoa, I'm scared.**
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