A/N: Okay, this chapter is pretty disturbing I think. I tried really hard not to, but I just watched Hannibal you see, and also finished the book, so I'm in a psychopathic mood right now. If it's too disturbing, just tell me, okay?
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Squaresoft.
An Unlikely Meeting- Part IX
Celeste was lying on her bed, sleeping with her hands folded across her belly, when she suddenly opened her eyes. She had been dreaming of the past again. "Galena," she said out loud. Her voice echoed slightly in the large, lofty room. She didn't want to think about her past. For so long, she had shied away from that subject. Such a sensitive matter. And now, it has come back to haunt her. Her eyes narrowed as tears pricked her eyes. She turned on her side and closed her eyes tight. She couldn't help but to relive the past.
Celeste had grown up in a small, remote village by the name of Coralle. Her parents were very successful; her mother was a well-known psychologist and her father an excellent brain surgeon. They bore two daughters, first Galena, then Celeste. From a very young age, they had both shown signs of unusual abilities. Celeste seemed to have a specialty in the mentality- she was able to enter people's minds and look into the future or the past. Galena had powers in the physical realm- she had control over nature and the elements and the physical characteristics of her being. With the help of a sorceress their parents hired, their powers developed greatly.
Of course, their parents being so successful, had as many enemies as they had friends. One day, a group of doctors both Celeste's mother and father knew, planned their murder. They were envious of the family's wealth and prosperity, so they decided to rid of them.
The attack came in the middle of the night. The hired professionals had rounded up the family who were still dressed in their nightclothes, in the clean, immaculate kitchen. The family were huddled together by the cabinets, the mother whispering comforting words in their ears.
Celeste looked at the four men dressed in black. All of them seemed to have guns somewhere on them, but she didn't think they would really need it because they were all incredibly big and muscular. Celeste desperately wished she could enter their minds and make them see hellish visions, but she couldn't, not yet. Her powers weren't enough for her to be able to do that, but she could look into the past and the future. She concentrated on one of the intruders, and she saw flashes of images which she ignored. She was only looking for why they were here, and then she saw it. She saw the doctors, the secret meetings late at night discussing plans, and the money exchange between them. She knew. She hated them.
She looked to her older sister, Galena. Galena, so brave and strong for someone so young, the big sister Celeste respected and loved. Galena was staring at the men, her eyes unfaltering, her chin up as if challenging them. Celeste drew her strength from that, and looked at the men, trying to be as fearless as her dear big sister.
"Well well," one of the men began. "Who should we start out with first, hmmm? Let's see, inee...," he pointed to Galena,
"...meenee...," to Celeste,
"... minee...," to their mother,
"...moe." His finger stopped at their father.
Celeste couldn't keep her bravado. She began to weep. "Daddy, Daddy!"
"Don't worry, honey. I'll be okay. I'll be okay," he said as the man lead him away from them.
"You know what?," said the man. "I think that since he's our first victim for tonight, we should do a warm-up. Let's make this a nice and clean kill, huh?"
The second man nodded with a smirk. He drew out his gun. "Any last words, old man?," he asked. But before the father could answer, the man pulled the trigger, and the bullet tore through the throat. The father slumped to the floor, blood pouring out of his wound.
"Daddy," Celeste cried.
"Oh Hyne, oh dear Hyne!," her mother gasped through her tears.
The murderer of the father took the limp corpse and threw him into the open oven and turned it on. He slammed the oven door shut.
Celeste looked to her sister once again. Galena's head was bowed, deep in concentration. She was trying desperately to establish her connection with the elements. Dark, stormy clouds gathered quickly outside in the night sky.
The fourth man went up the their mother and grabbed at her hair while the second man, the murderer of their father, went about the house, dousing it in gasoline. They're going to burn down the house, Celeste thought. Even then, at such a young age, she knew the destructive capabilies of gasoline. "Galena," she whispered desperately. Galena was still concentrating, her brows knit tightly.
The man with their mother dragged her over to the cutting board and placed her head there. He drew a wicked cleaver from the knife rack. "Hey," he said to his friends. "How should I do her? Should I just chop off her head or start by cutting off all her joints?"
"Joints," the other three replied simultaneously. The man raised the cleaver, about to drop it down on one of her fingers, when they heard the booming of thunder. Galena, using the lightning as her source of power, drew the energy of electricity.
"What the hell?," cried the man with the cleaver. Around Galena electricity crackled. She stood up and opened her eyes, which were now glowing in an intense blue. Wind was blowing through the house now, Galena as its source. With a cry, she threw her arms forward and bolts of electricity shot from her hands and electrocuted the man who was just about to hurt their mother. The man crumpled to the floor, his skin now black and blistered.
"Oh shit!," cried one of the men. "Hey Elias! Are you done with the gasoline?!"
"Yeah!"
One of the other two men left in the kitchen lit a match and dropped it. The fire quickly roared throughout the house.
"C'mon, let's go!," Elias called out from the living room. "Leave the little runts, they'll die anyway, but bring the woman! We'll might as well have a little fun with her."
Galena knew she couldn't save their mother. "Mommy! Mommeeeee!," Celeste cried. She was sobbing, her cheeks wet with her tears. Looking at her, Galena transformed the energy she still had left into water and created a protective, watery shield around her sister. Celeste looked at Galena, her eyes wide.
"Galena! What are you doing? What about Mommy?"
"There's no way I can save her. The only other person I have left to save is you."
"But what about you?," Celeste asked fearfully.
Galena gave her younger sister a sad smile. "I only had enough energy left in me for you."
"But... but...."
"Celeste, just go. Run, run and never come back. You have to live, okay? I love you."
"I love you too...," but Galena didn't hear. The flames quickly consumed her.
Celeste ran. The men had already left with her mother. Behind her, their burning home. As Celeste looked back, the flames which licked at the house also burned inside her heart. I'm going to get them, she thought bitterly.
Celeste opened her eyes which were now dry. Not long after she lost her family, Celeste quickly learned that she had inherited Galena's powers when she died. Celeste had taught herself everything. As soon as she learned how to change shape, she turned herself into a bird and flew to this lonely, remote island. The monsters she created had built the house for her. Once she dominated the world, then she will be able to get her revenge without having anyone in her way. But before she is able to do that, she needed the powers of the girl, Quistis. Only then will her powers be completed.
She heard the door to her room swing open. Her torama padded in. "Kiara," she called out. Kiara walked up to Celeste. Celeste ran her hands through Kiara's lush fur. Her torama was special. Unlike all the others, Kiara's fur was black. Pure black. And she was gifted with great strength and intelligence. Kiara purred.
"Victory's very near at hand," Celeste said with a wicked grin.
Kiara's sparkling green eyes looked into Celeste's smoky eyes. She seemed to know too.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Squaresoft.
An Unlikely Meeting- Part IX
Celeste was lying on her bed, sleeping with her hands folded across her belly, when she suddenly opened her eyes. She had been dreaming of the past again. "Galena," she said out loud. Her voice echoed slightly in the large, lofty room. She didn't want to think about her past. For so long, she had shied away from that subject. Such a sensitive matter. And now, it has come back to haunt her. Her eyes narrowed as tears pricked her eyes. She turned on her side and closed her eyes tight. She couldn't help but to relive the past.
Celeste had grown up in a small, remote village by the name of Coralle. Her parents were very successful; her mother was a well-known psychologist and her father an excellent brain surgeon. They bore two daughters, first Galena, then Celeste. From a very young age, they had both shown signs of unusual abilities. Celeste seemed to have a specialty in the mentality- she was able to enter people's minds and look into the future or the past. Galena had powers in the physical realm- she had control over nature and the elements and the physical characteristics of her being. With the help of a sorceress their parents hired, their powers developed greatly.
Of course, their parents being so successful, had as many enemies as they had friends. One day, a group of doctors both Celeste's mother and father knew, planned their murder. They were envious of the family's wealth and prosperity, so they decided to rid of them.
The attack came in the middle of the night. The hired professionals had rounded up the family who were still dressed in their nightclothes, in the clean, immaculate kitchen. The family were huddled together by the cabinets, the mother whispering comforting words in their ears.
Celeste looked at the four men dressed in black. All of them seemed to have guns somewhere on them, but she didn't think they would really need it because they were all incredibly big and muscular. Celeste desperately wished she could enter their minds and make them see hellish visions, but she couldn't, not yet. Her powers weren't enough for her to be able to do that, but she could look into the past and the future. She concentrated on one of the intruders, and she saw flashes of images which she ignored. She was only looking for why they were here, and then she saw it. She saw the doctors, the secret meetings late at night discussing plans, and the money exchange between them. She knew. She hated them.
She looked to her older sister, Galena. Galena, so brave and strong for someone so young, the big sister Celeste respected and loved. Galena was staring at the men, her eyes unfaltering, her chin up as if challenging them. Celeste drew her strength from that, and looked at the men, trying to be as fearless as her dear big sister.
"Well well," one of the men began. "Who should we start out with first, hmmm? Let's see, inee...," he pointed to Galena,
"...meenee...," to Celeste,
"... minee...," to their mother,
"...moe." His finger stopped at their father.
Celeste couldn't keep her bravado. She began to weep. "Daddy, Daddy!"
"Don't worry, honey. I'll be okay. I'll be okay," he said as the man lead him away from them.
"You know what?," said the man. "I think that since he's our first victim for tonight, we should do a warm-up. Let's make this a nice and clean kill, huh?"
The second man nodded with a smirk. He drew out his gun. "Any last words, old man?," he asked. But before the father could answer, the man pulled the trigger, and the bullet tore through the throat. The father slumped to the floor, blood pouring out of his wound.
"Daddy," Celeste cried.
"Oh Hyne, oh dear Hyne!," her mother gasped through her tears.
The murderer of the father took the limp corpse and threw him into the open oven and turned it on. He slammed the oven door shut.
Celeste looked to her sister once again. Galena's head was bowed, deep in concentration. She was trying desperately to establish her connection with the elements. Dark, stormy clouds gathered quickly outside in the night sky.
The fourth man went up the their mother and grabbed at her hair while the second man, the murderer of their father, went about the house, dousing it in gasoline. They're going to burn down the house, Celeste thought. Even then, at such a young age, she knew the destructive capabilies of gasoline. "Galena," she whispered desperately. Galena was still concentrating, her brows knit tightly.
The man with their mother dragged her over to the cutting board and placed her head there. He drew a wicked cleaver from the knife rack. "Hey," he said to his friends. "How should I do her? Should I just chop off her head or start by cutting off all her joints?"
"Joints," the other three replied simultaneously. The man raised the cleaver, about to drop it down on one of her fingers, when they heard the booming of thunder. Galena, using the lightning as her source of power, drew the energy of electricity.
"What the hell?," cried the man with the cleaver. Around Galena electricity crackled. She stood up and opened her eyes, which were now glowing in an intense blue. Wind was blowing through the house now, Galena as its source. With a cry, she threw her arms forward and bolts of electricity shot from her hands and electrocuted the man who was just about to hurt their mother. The man crumpled to the floor, his skin now black and blistered.
"Oh shit!," cried one of the men. "Hey Elias! Are you done with the gasoline?!"
"Yeah!"
One of the other two men left in the kitchen lit a match and dropped it. The fire quickly roared throughout the house.
"C'mon, let's go!," Elias called out from the living room. "Leave the little runts, they'll die anyway, but bring the woman! We'll might as well have a little fun with her."
Galena knew she couldn't save their mother. "Mommy! Mommeeeee!," Celeste cried. She was sobbing, her cheeks wet with her tears. Looking at her, Galena transformed the energy she still had left into water and created a protective, watery shield around her sister. Celeste looked at Galena, her eyes wide.
"Galena! What are you doing? What about Mommy?"
"There's no way I can save her. The only other person I have left to save is you."
"But what about you?," Celeste asked fearfully.
Galena gave her younger sister a sad smile. "I only had enough energy left in me for you."
"But... but...."
"Celeste, just go. Run, run and never come back. You have to live, okay? I love you."
"I love you too...," but Galena didn't hear. The flames quickly consumed her.
Celeste ran. The men had already left with her mother. Behind her, their burning home. As Celeste looked back, the flames which licked at the house also burned inside her heart. I'm going to get them, she thought bitterly.
Celeste opened her eyes which were now dry. Not long after she lost her family, Celeste quickly learned that she had inherited Galena's powers when she died. Celeste had taught herself everything. As soon as she learned how to change shape, she turned herself into a bird and flew to this lonely, remote island. The monsters she created had built the house for her. Once she dominated the world, then she will be able to get her revenge without having anyone in her way. But before she is able to do that, she needed the powers of the girl, Quistis. Only then will her powers be completed.
She heard the door to her room swing open. Her torama padded in. "Kiara," she called out. Kiara walked up to Celeste. Celeste ran her hands through Kiara's lush fur. Her torama was special. Unlike all the others, Kiara's fur was black. Pure black. And she was gifted with great strength and intelligence. Kiara purred.
"Victory's very near at hand," Celeste said with a wicked grin.
Kiara's sparkling green eyes looked into Celeste's smoky eyes. She seemed to know too.