Inner Voice T-T
"So, what has been going on in Garden since I left?"
Seifer asked, trying not to feel nauseous as the car bumped along the dirt
road.
"Nothing much," Irvine replied.
"Yes there has been!" Zell objected, jumping up
in his excitement.
"What then?" Irvine asked, sounding bored.
"Well, they made a huge change at the cafeteria,"
Zell said, waiting a second to build suspense.
"Oh Zell! No one but you made such a huge
deal that they sell chili dogs instead of hot dogs now!" Quistis said from
the front.
"Well, it's a big change for people who care about
what they are eating. I mean, look at those chili dogs! There's so much
stuff on em ya don't know what you're getting! Nah, they shoulda stuck
with hot dogs. With them you know exactly what you're putting in your body,"
Zell said solemnly while everyone around him snickered.
"Sure Zell," Seifer said, trying to contain an outburst
of laughter.
"Hey guys, we're almost there," Quistis said.
"Great, I can't take much more of this bumping without
puking," Seifer said.
Quistis sped the car up a little as they reached
the final turn that would get them to Garden. She wanted to see how Squall
was doing, because she knew he couldn't really be taking the news so easy
inside. She knew him too well.
At least, she thought she did.
As they rounded the last bend, a horrified silence
fell over the passengers of the small green rental car.
***
Squall staggered down the streets, sobbing with desperation.
"Please, don't make me kill her," he whispered,
when he was standing outside her front door, and had run out of tears to
shed.
'You won't have to.'
"What?" Squall said, almost daring to believe.
'It won't be you.' the voice said.
Suddenly, Squall felt a strange feeling coming over
him, and everything grew dim, then, blacked out.
***
A figure creeps along in the shadows the moonlight
threw across the nicely furnished room, adorned with antiques that looked
expensive, to say the least.
The figure steps into the milky moonlight, smiling
to itself. We see it is a man, looking no older than twenty. He looks oddly
familiar. That disarrayed hair, the way he moves. We have seen those features
somewhere before.
The familiar stranger stops for a second, listening
for any sounds coming from the door he has stopped in front of.
Nothing.
Again, a cold smirk sweeps across the man's face.
He slowly opens the door, getting ready to flee if need be.
Still, no movement from the figure laying asleep
on the silk draped bed.
The figure seems to think it safe, and goes closer.
No movement.
No movement.
A flash. Something metal reflected off the moonlight
that soaks the room.
A small sound, no louder than a whisper.
The figure leaves, smiling no longer, but with
an odd look of satisfaction on his face.
Leaving a young girl on the bed, looking beautiful
in her serenity, if you ignored the pool of blood spreading across the
expensive bedspread.
***
When Squall emerged from the blackness, he was back
in Ragnarok, and back in Balamb.
He slumped backwards against the seat.
"Was that all... just a dream?" he whispered, praying
that would be exactly what it would be. Just a dream. A dream, spawned
from his twisted mind.
He turned and looked out the window.
Garden stood there, in all it's magnificence.
Squall let out a long breath of relief and opened
the door of the ship, walking down the ramp that led outside.
A few minutes later, he was at his dorm room door.
He opened it.
Everything was just as he had left it.
He threw himself down on the bed and buried his
face in the softness of his favorite pillow. Everything was okay.
"It is, it is, it is," he mumbled, before drifting
off to sleep.
***
Quistis's eyes widened, and she shook her head and
closed them.
"This, this can't be happening," she said under
her breath.
***
Sorry it was so short. And the plot is gonna be really messed up from
here. I just finished watching Perfect Blue, so my mind is kinda warped.
T-T