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"Quistis!" Seifer yelled. He knew something was wrong, as much as he didn't want to admit it. That's why he turned around so he can talk to her, but by the time he saw her, she was standing on the edge of the tall pier with the look of death in her eyes.
He continued to run towards her. "Quistis!" Seifer shouted again. This time she heard him. She spun around startled and as if in slow motion, she fell to the blue water below, but not before hitting her skull against the wooden planks of the pier.
"Oh, shit!" Seifer yelled. He ran full speed across the dock and dived into the water below. He could see Quistis' body float slowly deeper and deeper. Seifer swam as hard as he could to get to her. He couldn't just stand around and let someone die just like that. Especially Quistis.
He was closer to her limp body now when he began to feel a peculiar tingling in his chest. He was running out of air.
No! Seifers mind protested. You don't leave this water without her. He dove deeper, ignoring all logic in his mind. I have to get her. I must. Seifer took one more dive and he grabbed her around her torso. He let out his breath a little early and he ended up coughing and choking on the sea water as he reached the surface. He looked around and there was a large crowd forming. They all applauded Seifer.
What the hell are they doing? Seifer thought. Someone needs help and all they can do is stand around and applaud? "I need help!" Seifer yelled. He swam to shore, dragging Quistis along side of him. "Help!" he yelled again.
He placed Quistis in the sand and looked at her. Her skull and been split open a little bit and he knew that it required at least fifteen stitches. Her eyes were ringed with purple and her lips were blue.
"Oh, no," Seifer said. He shook her shoulders a bit. "Come on, Quistis," he said. "Wake up." He slapped her face a little. She just laid there.
"Do CPR!" Someone from the crowd shouted.
Seifer glanced up at them and nodded. He brought his lips to hers and breathed a deep breath into her lungs. Her chest rose and fell, but she didn't respond otherwise.
Seifer balled his hands into fists and pumped her lungs.
"Come on," Seifer pleaded. He took another deep breath and exhale into her lungs. No response. He continued to pump her chest.
"Come on, Quistis!" Seifer yelled. He pumped her chest furiously. Then he heard the ambulance sirens off in the distance. He continued to breathe for her and pump her heart.
"We can take it from here, son," a voice said. Seifer turned to face a paramedic dressed in all black. Seifer stood up lightheaded and took a few steps back. He saw the paramedic place a plastic air pump over her nose and mouth and he began to squeeze the air into her lungs. Another two paramedics stood on either side of Quistis and lifted her gingerly onto a stretcher.
"Where-where are they taking her?" Seifer asked. He was dripping wet and he felt weak in his knees.
One of the paramedics who was injecting an IV into Quistis arm said "We're talking her to the Balamb Garden Hospital. It's actually a few miles south of the Garden that you train at."
Seifer just nodded and stared at Quistis' lifeless body. Her head was turned towards him and her face showed ultimate pain.
"What do I do now?" Seifer thought. He watched as the paramedics situated Quistis in the ambulance, and them driving off in a hurry. "Should I go back to the Garden to tell the rest of them?" Seifer pondered the thought, but decided against it due to past conflicts between him and certain other people. Without another word to the crowd who was still standing around, Seifer walked away from the beach and to his hotel room.
"Who is she?" a faint voice said.
"I don't know," another answered. There was a pause. "No, we don't know who got her out of the ocean, but we do know that someone did. It was a male, blonde hair and blue eyes. Looks like he has trained before, but that's just what the witnesses saw."
There was another pause. "Yes, we'll get back to you once we find out who this is."
Quistis opened her eyes sleepily. She felt as if she had a ton of bricks weighing her down. "Hello?" she croaked out. She reached up her arm to shield her eyes.
A man in a white robe turned towards her. "Oh. You're finally awake." He smiled at her warmly.
"Finally?" Quistis repeated. She coughed a little.
The man nodded. "Yes. You have been out for quite some time now. For almost five weeks."
Quistis' eyes widened. "Really? But...what happened to me? Where am I?" She looked around her to see if anything ringed a bell. Nothing did.
"Well, we're not sure totally on what exactly happened and why it happened, though we have a rough idea on why. An ambulance picked you up at the beach. There was a young man that saved you, but we don't have any information on him. You suffered from a severe head injury which resulted into a concussion. But before we get more into that, can you please tell me your name?" The doctor took his clipboard, ready to jot down anything she said.
"Sure," Quistis said. She opened her mouth to talk, but she went silent. Her mind was blank. "Um....my name is..." She thought harder. I have to know my name, Quistis thought. It's not an IQ test. This is a no-brainer. I mean, it's your name, for crying out loud. I have to remember it.
The doctor waited patiently. "Do you remember your name?"
Quistis stayed silent. As much as she willed her mind to think of her name, she couldn't think of it. "No," Quistis said quietly. "I don't think so."
The doctor nodded and put his clipboard back down. "Alright, then. Can you remember anything at all? Where you came from, your family?"
Quistis blinked hard, trying hard to fight back the tears that threatened to fall. She never knew that her name or where she was from could be so important in her life. "No. I don't even know if I have any family."
The doctor nodded once more. "Alright, well, I'll tell you the name of this town to see if it seems familiar to you."
Quistis nodded and waited for him to say it.
"We live in Balamb." The name seemed to roll off of his tongue as he said it. "Do you remember it?" He sat down in a chair now, tired of standing.
"It sounds nice, but I don't think that I remember it." Quistis looked up at him.
"Alright, what about Galbadia? By any chance do you know that name?" He got his clipboard ready.
"Galbadia?" Quistis repeated. That does ring a bell. "I-I think that I have heard of that. Tell me more about it."
The doctor scribbled a few notes down and continued. "Well, there's a specific place called Galbadia Garden. It is there where they train young adults and they become soldiers. Does that sound familiar?"
Quistis nodded eagerly. "Yes! I must be from Galbadia! I remember that I had a....weapon. A whip or something."
"Great!" The doctor said. "Well, we'll transfer you there ASAP. You had plenty of time to heal, and we're pretty sure that you'll be alright." He placed the clipboard on a rack and left the room.
"Thank you," Quistis said. She closed her eyes and smiled. Galbadia.
Three weeks Later
"Thank you once again, Doctor Spivey," Quistis said. She grabbed a bag of the few belongings that she had and walked towards the train. "You really helped me. Bye!"
The doctor just nodded and waved. "Take care of yourself, now."
Quistis nodded as she sat down on a seat. She waved off as the train started to move. "Now I'm off home," Quistis sighed. She rested her head against the chair and closed her eyes to sleep.
"Aaaaahhhhh!!!!"
I could hear faint screaming coming from the mission base. I jumped up and ran to the top of the submarine I was secured in.
A young man with white blonde hair and a strange tattoo engraved in his face came running like mad. He was followed by a young woman with bouncy short brown hair. They both looked distressed and ran towards me. The young man looked back once, but kept running.
Another man who was far behind tried his best to keep up, but then an enormous spider-like machine came tumbling out from behind him. He fell to the sandy beach below and didn't move.
The machine got up, and so did the man. He sprinted towards us and the spider closely followed behind.
I knew that I had to help somehow, but with what?
I went back down to the submarine and ran out of another door which led me to the top of the transporter. I spotted a machine gun not too far away and I dove into the seat.
The young man was very close, but so was the machine. With a burst of energy, the man leapt through the air towards the submarine.
There, I took careful aim and fired the gun. I went through three rounds already, and it seemed like the machine was unaffected by it, but then it began to stumble back from the force of all the bullets. I kept firing. All I knew was that I had to kill it.
By the seventh round, the machine fell down to the ground in defeat and the sub merged to leave.
The spider was blown to bits.
Quistis sat up straight. She was breathing hard and she had broke out into a sweat. "What was that?" She asked herself. She glanced around the empty train car and leaned back down into her seat. "It was just a dream. It doesn't mean anything." She closed her eyes once more. If it was just a dream, why do I feel so doubtful?
A. N.: I am going to try my best to continue this ASAP because my dad might switch to CompuServe in a few days and I won't be online for a while. Does anyone know if I can still get to this web site even though I will be on a different online service? Please tell me if you know with your review. Thanks.