Irvine and Zell glanced at the man, shocked to an certain extent to see that he was
neither old nor deformed. He appeared to be near their age, yet an air of authority flared
about him.
"I've been waiting. It's not very smart to keep a man like me in anticipation of your
arrival."
Zell snorted, "I'm sorry bud, but your snotty little "I'm so intelligent" tone just isn't
working." The man's knuckles turned white as he gripped tightly onto the arms of his
chair.
"Bud? How dare you think you can call me such an insignificant name for my power
and get away with it."
"Whatever."
"Dammit! You two will pay."
" For what?" Irvine asked, his tone cool and collected.
"For ruining my plans! The Truth Dragons reign will soon begin and there is no way in
hell you or your little SeeD friends can stop me!" The man seemed to shake with anger,
barely keeping his fingers away from killing the two of them with the silver revolver that
lay in his desk drawer. He calmed himself, licking his lower lip as his mind begin to work.
Let's have some fun, shall we?
Irvine noticed the way the man begin to grin sadistically, and it didn't comfort him
much. He slowly begin to raise his shotgun, quietly as to not alert Zell or the man.
"Who are you, really?" Zell asked.
The red haired man grinned, a full set of teeth showing. "I am indeed, your worst
nightmare.", the man rose slowly from his chair, opening the drawer. And with that two
guns rose and two shots rang out loudly.
The Shadow Maker's green eyes widened, and he traced the ragged gunshot wound in
his chest with a finger. Blood poured out profusely, staining his hands, his suit, and the
white carpet below. Zell, on the other hand, only stared in shock at the hole in his chest,
watching as the blood streamed. He collapsed suddenly, his knees folding underneath him.
"Zell!" Irvine yelled, leaping to stop his friend from falling. As Irvine cradled Zell in
his arms he noticed Zell's usually brilliant blue eyes dulling.
"Irvine?"
Irvine gulped, "I'm here Zell"
Zell struggled to catch a breath, "Hold me tighter, please."
Irvine blinked the hot tears out of his eyes, failing to do so, as one slipped down his
cheek. "Of course." he whispered, drawing Zell closer to his body. Neither one noticed
The Shadow Maker crumple to the floor, dead, behind them.
Zell drew in a deep breath, and with his remaining strength he brushed his lips gently
against Irvine's, before collapsing.
"Zell? Zell, stop playing around! Zell, please...don't leave me alone...please."
A most tragic scene was displayed here and now. A tall, elegant cowboy holding tightly
onto the broken lightning sprite, crying silent tears of pain and loneliness.
The End