~ I promise ~
There, above his head, was Kinneas. No! It can't be! Seifer began to panic, fear surging through him.
"You! I saw you go through the blades!"
"But, you never checked to see if I was dead."
"What?!"
"When you started the fan, it had to gain speed. You were in such a hurry to get rid of me that when you tossed me in, it was simple to dodge the blades." Irvine grinned and jumped down beside Zell,
who was rejoicing secretly.
"Dammit! What a fucking idiot I am!" Seifer then resorted to the last, desperate measure, his gunblade. He slipped it out of its sheath and pointed it at Zell. Irvine's mouth fell open and he stepped forward
but stopped when Seifer shot him an angry glare.
"You stay right there! I've had it with all your gay happiness. You're a couple of dumbass faggots! I hope to God that you burn in hell!" He was prepared to drive the sharp blade through the small blonde's body,
when something in the shadows stirred, emitting a rustling noise followed by a loud shriek. Seifer covered his ears as the scream echoed throughout the steel room. Irvine staggered back, tripping over Zell, then grabbing
the blonde close to his body.
Realization suddenly swept through Seifer. This is it! My gift! It's here! To all of their amazement and horror a huge, black dragon wandered from an opening in the wall with a huge crash.
"What the hell?! Where'd that thing come from?" Irvine yelled, picking Zell up and quickly moving him out of the way of the crumbling ceiling.
"Master told you he'd do this! But, you killed him, drew his blood, and killed him! Now, it's my turn! My gift! It's finally here!" Seifer raised his arms to the dragon, laughing maniacally.
All Irvine and Zell could do was watch in horror as the dragon bent down and closed his mouth over Seifer. Seifer's horrified scream was suddenly heard and then nothing. The creature's orange eye with its thin green slit
for a pupil searched the room, locking on to the two men. It took one step and opened its mouth, releasing a loud cry. It then began to take deliberate steps towards its targets.
Irvine and Zell.