GRIEVER VS. ULTIMECIA
Due to the good reviews I got on the previous chapters, I've decided to continue with the story. I'm sorry it's taking me so long but I have alot of schoolwork at the moment....I'm also sorry the story is so long but I don't want it to end...I love writing...
*Disclaimer: how many of these have I written? You can probably guess what this is supposed to say. I OWN FINAL FANTASY! Ok, you weren;t expecting that....alright alright, I don't own it, my beautiful moment of limelight is over!*
**I'd suggest you read the previous chapters to get a good idea of the subplots...**
GRIEVER VS. ULTIMECIA
"Griever...trapped forever in a ring...."
The words echoed noisily inside her jumbled mind as the blurry, somehow real, somehow holographic form of the monster she had once battled, in the past, present, and future, loomed before her. She had no magic, she had no GF's junctioned and she did not even have the draw command. She was rooted to the spot by a stop spell and she has no power of movement. She ran these thoughts through her brain with an almost matter-of-fact air, no description of the fear and terror she was feeling right now. So, she was going to die, then.
This must be what true terror felt like. Not knowing. She tried to think of him for one last time. Why hadn't she said anything to him? She would never see him again. Sir Laguna had been cute, but he outshone him. Her cowboy.
The air around her was filled with the night sky, all too suddenly. Shockwave Pulsar. The ultimate spell. She felt her immobilised body being thrust upwards and over, rocked in the throes of the light and heat radiating from the centre of the gravitational orb. She could feel, in that one instant, the life draining away from her body, the pain, terrible pain that almost numbed her soul, the searing trail it engraved into her skin and bones...she was doomed. And she had never had the chance to...do so many things she had wanted to do....
**My life was ruined at seventeen
**Not cut out to be a dancing queen...
The words from the 1970's song thrust into her like a dagger. She'd tried to be bubbly, tried to involve herself in things to get away from the fact that...she was alone. No boyfriend. And how she'd wanted one. Everything was a farce. Everything she'd ever done - since her childhood - what was she, anyway, on this earth? A dot? Less than a speck of dust?
Another blast of magic. It hit her in the solar plexus and she sank to the floor in agonising pain. Was the world turning blood red around her? She was looking at the room through tinted shades...the world tilted crazily up to meet her crumpling body as the last of her HP was sucked away.
*Irvy! Help me please!*
***
His gunblade - where was it?
His pupils dilated in fear and horror, pain and understanding. He was helpless. For the first time, handsome, brave, Squall Leonheart was helpless and unable to defend himself. He looked up at Rinoa's slim frame, trapped inside the glass bubble. A recollection flashed into his memory, of the day he'd rescued her from the sorceress memorial. A slow and painful montage sequence played in his mind...
***
Her face was pale in the wind, but two rosy blushes appeared in her cheeks. They were white with fear, but she was trying not to show it. She turned to leave, and something made him shout after her. "Rinoa - don't go! Please!"
She turned around, the inky blackness of her hair flying against the wind. That made it harder to bear. Like the world was making her more beautiful in that one moment, just to spite him...
**I have to go Squall....** But why? Why did she have to go? Why did she always have to go? She belonged with him...
**Keep it...** Keep what? His ring, of course. She'd fingered it, lovingly almost, affectionately. Her lips murmured something, mumbling awkwardly, rushed, as if she wanted to get something out but couldn't. "Thank you."
The sequence was blurry in his mind. Why was he daydreaming now? Faced with Ultimecia, an extermintation of the whole of existence as he knew it - and his mind was collapsing before him, swamped by memories, memories...
**I was scared - I couldn't - fight alone - "
Her crumpled body on the floor. He'd knelt down beside her, picked her up. His lips had been so close to hers, her dark eyes had been staring into his - the missed opportunities, the waste of it all!
God, what a waste.
**Just stay close to me.**
Yes, that was what had started it. Him and Rinoa. The love, that had always been there. The love he had been too scared, too foolish to show her.
He started, and with a sudden burst of energy, hurled himself against her glassy prison. The glass slipped underneath his body. He pounded against it, pressing his hands against the smooth surface as if the pressure would break it somehow, but every time he pounded a fist against the glass the girl inside winced. She was - he was...
"What the...."
The voice behind him made him start.
"Everything you do to save her will hurt her, Squall."
Ultimecia was behind him now, her sensuous breath hot on his neck. He spun around to face her, trying to keep his face from crumpling. Her lips were trembling with seductive mockery. What was she trying to do?
"Let me show you something......"
He watched her outstretched palm, spellbound. An orb grew in the middle of it, luminous radiant. A monster, swirled in the concentric circles, hatched from the centre of the orb. His ring...its image hovered over the monster for a fleeting instant, and it shattered. The broken pieces spilled out of the orb and tinknled at his feet. The orb disappeared.
"You see? Griever is free. He is my minion. Hurting everybody you love."
"Just kill me." He whispered, his voice low and controlled. "Kill me, and let my friends go. And - let Rinoa out of that - that - "
"Oh no Squall." The face was so close to his now, the eyelashes brushing his cheeks. "That would spoil the plan. If you don't want us to kill her..." The smile was a distinctive leer now. "You'll have to do exactly what we say."
***
She was supposed to have waited for him.
The words trembled in his mind, held infinitely in that eternity, the eternity that had frozen time for just those few seconds. He gazed down at the grey face. He reached down with a finger and hestitated. For a reason unknown to him, an unknown taboo seemed to protect the dead woman's skin. He leant over her and buried his face in the cold neck. The flames had been hot, fiery. Her neck was cold, bloodless...dead. If only he'd stayed with her - if only -
Seifer blinked back the tears, mortified that she'd breathed her last breaths to find herself alone. Alone in a burning jungle. He hadn't been by her side. What a coward he was.
The splashes of blood were gone now. The roaring flames were gone too. The quietness of the infirmary deafened him. The starched white sheet covering her body was almost defiant; its pureness, simpleness, innocence - open-ness, was so the opposite of what her life had been. Her life had been short, but - she had lived how she had wanted to live. Quistis was a fiery woman, underneath her shyness. Why had he let her go?
Failed leadership qualities...those Garden Faculties had had no idea what they were talking about. Quistis had always been insecure about herself. He should have been there to reassure her. He - he should have been with her, to the very end.
He would never see her laugh or smile again. He thought of all the times she had been happy, and a great wave of sadness overcame him at the thought that her lips would never move again, her eyes would never again be opened. Why - why was she dead? Why?
He remembered something he'd thought when he had first seen her body. *It's almost as if she hadn't tried to defend herself.* Had she? He tentatively reached forward and peeled the white sheet off her body. He stifled a gasp. Her smooth, creamy skin was covered with slashes and scars. The blood had been cleaned away now, but the scars marred the once unblemished skin. Around her neck - what?
Seifer lifted up her head and cradled it in his arms. Bruises and stretchmarks. T-Rexaurs wouldn't stretch something around her neck. Neither would they cause bruises. Which would mean - she had caused them herself?
There was no suicide note. Why would she want to kill herself? And why - why hadn't he been there, as a friend and as a lover, to comfort her and to stop her from doing something stupid, something that was irreversible?
"Quisty..." he whispered to the still body. "Can you hear me....?"
"No. Of course you can't. You're dead. Still....I need to tell you - I'm - I was - I mean - I've always loved you Quisty." Seifer rushed chokedly. "I - just couldn't tell you. I - I was scared. I know - if I'd been more mature, had only realised what I felt - we could have been together - forever. It would have been you and me forever, Quisty. Always."
Seifer felt the tears coming. What was the use of resisting them?
"Hyne must be so happy, Quisty!" He sobbed unrestrainedly. "One of his angels is coming back to heaven."
Review please! Shall I coninute?
Due to the good reviews I got on the previous chapters, I've decided to continue with the story. I'm sorry it's taking me so long but I have alot of schoolwork at the moment....I'm also sorry the story is so long but I don't want it to end...I love writing...
*Disclaimer: how many of these have I written? You can probably guess what this is supposed to say. I OWN FINAL FANTASY! Ok, you weren;t expecting that....alright alright, I don't own it, my beautiful moment of limelight is over!*
**I'd suggest you read the previous chapters to get a good idea of the subplots...**
GRIEVER VS. ULTIMECIA
"Griever...trapped forever in a ring...."
The words echoed noisily inside her jumbled mind as the blurry, somehow real, somehow holographic form of the monster she had once battled, in the past, present, and future, loomed before her. She had no magic, she had no GF's junctioned and she did not even have the draw command. She was rooted to the spot by a stop spell and she has no power of movement. She ran these thoughts through her brain with an almost matter-of-fact air, no description of the fear and terror she was feeling right now. So, she was going to die, then.
This must be what true terror felt like. Not knowing. She tried to think of him for one last time. Why hadn't she said anything to him? She would never see him again. Sir Laguna had been cute, but he outshone him. Her cowboy.
The air around her was filled with the night sky, all too suddenly. Shockwave Pulsar. The ultimate spell. She felt her immobilised body being thrust upwards and over, rocked in the throes of the light and heat radiating from the centre of the gravitational orb. She could feel, in that one instant, the life draining away from her body, the pain, terrible pain that almost numbed her soul, the searing trail it engraved into her skin and bones...she was doomed. And she had never had the chance to...do so many things she had wanted to do....
**My life was ruined at seventeen
**Not cut out to be a dancing queen...
The words from the 1970's song thrust into her like a dagger. She'd tried to be bubbly, tried to involve herself in things to get away from the fact that...she was alone. No boyfriend. And how she'd wanted one. Everything was a farce. Everything she'd ever done - since her childhood - what was she, anyway, on this earth? A dot? Less than a speck of dust?
Another blast of magic. It hit her in the solar plexus and she sank to the floor in agonising pain. Was the world turning blood red around her? She was looking at the room through tinted shades...the world tilted crazily up to meet her crumpling body as the last of her HP was sucked away.
*Irvy! Help me please!*
***
His gunblade - where was it?
His pupils dilated in fear and horror, pain and understanding. He was helpless. For the first time, handsome, brave, Squall Leonheart was helpless and unable to defend himself. He looked up at Rinoa's slim frame, trapped inside the glass bubble. A recollection flashed into his memory, of the day he'd rescued her from the sorceress memorial. A slow and painful montage sequence played in his mind...
***
Her face was pale in the wind, but two rosy blushes appeared in her cheeks. They were white with fear, but she was trying not to show it. She turned to leave, and something made him shout after her. "Rinoa - don't go! Please!"
She turned around, the inky blackness of her hair flying against the wind. That made it harder to bear. Like the world was making her more beautiful in that one moment, just to spite him...
**I have to go Squall....** But why? Why did she have to go? Why did she always have to go? She belonged with him...
**Keep it...** Keep what? His ring, of course. She'd fingered it, lovingly almost, affectionately. Her lips murmured something, mumbling awkwardly, rushed, as if she wanted to get something out but couldn't. "Thank you."
The sequence was blurry in his mind. Why was he daydreaming now? Faced with Ultimecia, an extermintation of the whole of existence as he knew it - and his mind was collapsing before him, swamped by memories, memories...
**I was scared - I couldn't - fight alone - "
Her crumpled body on the floor. He'd knelt down beside her, picked her up. His lips had been so close to hers, her dark eyes had been staring into his - the missed opportunities, the waste of it all!
God, what a waste.
**Just stay close to me.**
Yes, that was what had started it. Him and Rinoa. The love, that had always been there. The love he had been too scared, too foolish to show her.
He started, and with a sudden burst of energy, hurled himself against her glassy prison. The glass slipped underneath his body. He pounded against it, pressing his hands against the smooth surface as if the pressure would break it somehow, but every time he pounded a fist against the glass the girl inside winced. She was - he was...
"What the...."
The voice behind him made him start.
"Everything you do to save her will hurt her, Squall."
Ultimecia was behind him now, her sensuous breath hot on his neck. He spun around to face her, trying to keep his face from crumpling. Her lips were trembling with seductive mockery. What was she trying to do?
"Let me show you something......"
He watched her outstretched palm, spellbound. An orb grew in the middle of it, luminous radiant. A monster, swirled in the concentric circles, hatched from the centre of the orb. His ring...its image hovered over the monster for a fleeting instant, and it shattered. The broken pieces spilled out of the orb and tinknled at his feet. The orb disappeared.
"You see? Griever is free. He is my minion. Hurting everybody you love."
"Just kill me." He whispered, his voice low and controlled. "Kill me, and let my friends go. And - let Rinoa out of that - that - "
"Oh no Squall." The face was so close to his now, the eyelashes brushing his cheeks. "That would spoil the plan. If you don't want us to kill her..." The smile was a distinctive leer now. "You'll have to do exactly what we say."
***
She was supposed to have waited for him.
The words trembled in his mind, held infinitely in that eternity, the eternity that had frozen time for just those few seconds. He gazed down at the grey face. He reached down with a finger and hestitated. For a reason unknown to him, an unknown taboo seemed to protect the dead woman's skin. He leant over her and buried his face in the cold neck. The flames had been hot, fiery. Her neck was cold, bloodless...dead. If only he'd stayed with her - if only -
Seifer blinked back the tears, mortified that she'd breathed her last breaths to find herself alone. Alone in a burning jungle. He hadn't been by her side. What a coward he was.
The splashes of blood were gone now. The roaring flames were gone too. The quietness of the infirmary deafened him. The starched white sheet covering her body was almost defiant; its pureness, simpleness, innocence - open-ness, was so the opposite of what her life had been. Her life had been short, but - she had lived how she had wanted to live. Quistis was a fiery woman, underneath her shyness. Why had he let her go?
Failed leadership qualities...those Garden Faculties had had no idea what they were talking about. Quistis had always been insecure about herself. He should have been there to reassure her. He - he should have been with her, to the very end.
He would never see her laugh or smile again. He thought of all the times she had been happy, and a great wave of sadness overcame him at the thought that her lips would never move again, her eyes would never again be opened. Why - why was she dead? Why?
He remembered something he'd thought when he had first seen her body. *It's almost as if she hadn't tried to defend herself.* Had she? He tentatively reached forward and peeled the white sheet off her body. He stifled a gasp. Her smooth, creamy skin was covered with slashes and scars. The blood had been cleaned away now, but the scars marred the once unblemished skin. Around her neck - what?
Seifer lifted up her head and cradled it in his arms. Bruises and stretchmarks. T-Rexaurs wouldn't stretch something around her neck. Neither would they cause bruises. Which would mean - she had caused them herself?
There was no suicide note. Why would she want to kill herself? And why - why hadn't he been there, as a friend and as a lover, to comfort her and to stop her from doing something stupid, something that was irreversible?
"Quisty..." he whispered to the still body. "Can you hear me....?"
"No. Of course you can't. You're dead. Still....I need to tell you - I'm - I was - I mean - I've always loved you Quisty." Seifer rushed chokedly. "I - just couldn't tell you. I - I was scared. I know - if I'd been more mature, had only realised what I felt - we could have been together - forever. It would have been you and me forever, Quisty. Always."
Seifer felt the tears coming. What was the use of resisting them?
"Hyne must be so happy, Quisty!" He sobbed unrestrainedly. "One of his angels is coming back to heaven."
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