Here we go again...No I do not own ffviii, Squaresoft does, buh duh. And this chapter is kinda...odd...Very abstract, and it has a vast majority of a dream sequence because I llooovveee dream sequences, they are sooo unreal yet cool. And again thanx to all the reviewers I RREEEAALLY really appreciate your good input...And I know that the romance and stuff was a little rushed but it will make sense later k? Thanx
Chapter 3: Blood Has No Limit
His eyes had opened and closed from consciousness more than any other time he could remember. Everything was fuzzy, he had no clue where he was now. He shook his head and got his vision to focus and saw that he was on a huge grassy hill. People all around him were dressed in black and crying. Was this a funeral? Who had died? He saw all of his friends there, in each others arms crying. Seifer decided to ask what was going on. He walked up to Squall, why Squall out of everybody, he didn't know.
"Squall, what's going on?" he asked a bit shaken up, he never liked being the last to know things. Squall looked at him and his face turned to anger.
"How dare you show your face Almasy!" he shouted.
"What..What's wrong, what did I do?" Seifer couldn't look into Squall's eyes they were deadly.
"You killed them," he pointed to a grave stone.
"Them, who?" as far as Seifer saw there was only one grave stone, one person.
"All of them," he pointed his hand out again and instead of a hill there was a field of grave stones no less then two hundred, "You killed them, you killed them," everyone who was there started chanting this as they approached him in a circle leaving no way out.
"No...No I didn't mean to!!" Seifer pleaded. "It wasn't me, it wasn't me!" the people just kept chanting 'you killed them, you killed them'.
"He doesn't even admit it, how pathetic," Squall hissed to the crowd, he turned his head to a casket, big black, and perfect. Squall motioned to the casket and the crowd all had twisted smiles on their faces. "Lets show him what its like," they began to push and shove Seifer to the casket, Squall leading them. Squall opened the casket, it was full of burning red blood. Seifer's face palled.
"No," he whispered, and tried to fight back but all of his strength just wasn't good enough.
"Put him in," Squall commanded the mob. They were so strong and Seifer just couldn't get free from their grip, and in he went, becoming covered in blood. Squall smiled at him again. "Sweet dreams," he shut the casket.
Seifer held his breath, he was drowning in blood as he kicked and pounded at the inside of the casket. He couldn't take it anymore and inhaled the blood. It hurt like nothing he could have ever imagined, and just when he though he was dead he opened his eyes to find himself in a dimly lit room with mirrors all around like at a carnival.
"What the fuck?" he whispered as he looked into a mirror. He did not see his reflection though, he saw a little boy, with golden blond hair, he was crying.
"What did you do to me?!!" the little boy sobbed. "What did you do to me?!!"
"Who are you?" Seifer asked as his whole body began to tremble, he wasn't dripping in blood but something was making him shake. The young boys eyes blazed with anger.
"Who am I? WHO AM I?!!!" he screamed with a scary pain in his voice. "DON'T YOU RECODNIZE ME?!!! I AM YOU!!!"
"What?" he stuttered a little bit. The younger Seifer gave up on shouting and sighed.
"You, you turned me into a killer...And you enjoyed it," he whispered. "You liked killing all of those people".
"No..Your wrong! I hated it!"
"KILLLER KILLER KILLER!!" he just kept shouting and shouting. The older Seifer put his hands over his head.
"I AM NOT!! STOP IT!!!" he ran through a pathway of mirrors until he cam to a room of blackness with the exception of one single mirror. Seifer looked into it slowly, but all he saw was himself. He looked different somehow, more confident more conniving and this Seifer was smirking. The mirror image suddenly took off his glove and waved, his hand was dripping with blood.
"Hello," the mirror image said happily.
"No...Not you," Seifer's nerves were just being destroyed, this wasn't him, it was the killer. This was the person he was when he was under Ulticimia's control. Seifer suddenly remember the events that had occurred that night...The voice...His voice, the killer. "You leave me alone!"
"Why? We had so much fun together the last time we were joined, don't you remember how fun it was?" the mirror image asked crossing his arms. The real Seifer couldn't find words to speak, he had a rush of memories...People screaming, pleading for mercy...Laughing...Blood, lots of blood, a sea of blood...."You do remember don't you?!"
"That wasn't me...That was you," Seifer insisted while running his hands through his hair, it was a habit when he was nervous. The mirror image only laughed and smiled cheerfully. "What...What's so funny?"
"You silly little boy haven't you realized it yet?" he paused and then looked disappointed that he received no answer. " Alright then let me spell it out for you then. I. Am. You!" Seifer had a look of shock on his face, to any normal person this would seem not that harsh of words, but to Seifer they had much impact. "What? Are really that surprised? All those times you bullied somebody, that was a part of me. When ever you felt anger twords Squall getting all of Quistis's attention, which you did, that was also a little bit of me. When you killed all of those people..."
"That was you," Seifer interrupted.
"SHIUT THE HELL UP AND LET ME FINISH! When you killed all of those people it wasn't me," there was a silence for a moment as the reflection had taken an evil gleam in his eyes. "That was us."
"NOOO!!!!!" Seifer punched the mirror and it shattered into a million pieces which began floating and falling along with Seifer. He was now falling into a black abyss of warmth yet nothingness.
~Medicine, well I suppose this dream is officially over HAHAHAHA~
Quistis was by Seifer's bedside along with the whole gang, doctor Kadowaki and the Kramer's. Seifer had been brought in only fifteen minutes ago and began shaking ten minutes ago. He kept mumbling something about letting him out, he was drowning in blood. The doctor said that he was hysterical, and pumped him with morphine to ease the pain, and Anastetics to make him rest.
"So that's what happened?" Headmaster Cid asked as he looked down at the still slightly shaking boy.
"Yeah, he just freaked out, calling himself poison and talking to himself, and then he just passed out cold," everyone looked very serious, this was very unusual, Seifer was the most calm and collected of all of them...Well collected anyway.
"Any idea how he got internal bleeding Miss Trepe?" Doctor Kadowaki inquired. "I need to know as much as I can to help him."
"No I don't know how it..." she paused and thought back, he did seem to be supporting his ribs a lot during his break down. "Let me check something..." she lifted up his shirt to see his perfectly built stomach and chest but they were covered in dark black and blue marks, along with a few cuts. These spots were a little swollen and had a reddish shading aside from the black and blues.
"Oh my goodness!" the doctor gasped. "It almost looks like he was kicked...But that's impossible..."
"Something very weird is going on here," Irvine whispered holding Selphie close to him.
"I know...What would make Seifer go phyco all of a sudden?" Zell asked
rhetorically.
"Well he did once before," Squall pointed out. Edea's face scrunched up with confusion.
"Squall, didn't Seifer say he heard a voice before he was taken control of?" she asked him, Squall had been the one to investigate Seifer.
"Yeah...Come to think of it he said that the voice seemed to beat him down...Make him weak enough so...Wait you think that this could be happening again?" Squall replied a confused expression now crossing his face.
"Actually..." she didn't get a chance to finish.
"At the moment there are to many questions that we can only wait for the answer, lets all just get some rest and address this problem in the morning," the headmaster sighed with frustration and tiredness, it was still pretty late at night. Quistis's face grew with concern.
"Sir, we just cant leave this until tomorrow! Something is very wrong with him and we have to take action now!" she argued. What was she doing arguing with the headmaster? Was she out of her mind questioning him? No, she had to, she could feel that something awful was going to happen unless they acted soon but she couldn't understand what it was.
"That's not a suggestion, it is an order, Quistis," Quistis gave up and headed to her dorm like everyone else. She had a sinking feeling like she shouldn't leave him...Like if she did he would never be heard from again or something. She got to her door and chuckled.
"Come on Quistis, toughen up, nothings going to happen," as she said that the lights in the garden were turned abruptly off. Not to far away she heard a scream, and as it finished so did the blackout.
The Instructor ran to the scream, it was in the halls, and it was then she saw it. The fountain was not full of water but full of blood...But something was missing...Where was the person that screamed?
To Be Continued...