Balamb News
Tribune: Issue 70 Vol. 8
Galbadia's
current status is still unknown. It is believed that they are responsible for
the abduction of sorceress Mandalla. The rumor that Mandalla is being held for
money has been confirmed, a letter from an anonyms terrorist group is asking
for 6 billion Gil, from Esthar, for her return. Esthar has not comment on the
subject. Galbadia is also thought to be responsible for the capture of Timber
and Dollet, but there have been no official statements in the subject.
I
stared at my own hideous reflection in the bath water. I was already soaked
from my two previous attempts, "Third times a charm," I whispered to
myself as I stepped into the water. This time I would hold myself under, I
wouldn't hold my breath, I would just relax and stay under for as long as it
took.
My
read hair flew around my face like flames and I dipped my head under. I did as
I said I would, I didn't hold my breath, instead I tried to breath. Panic
filled my head, but my need to die was enough to suppress it. The world began
to turn black around me, the last thing I heard was the door opening, too late
I'm going to die this time.
Sid,
Larsa's keeper, walked into the bathroom. Pulling her lifeless form from the
bath water he grumbled to himself, "Why do I always have to clean up after
her..." At least this time there was no blood, when she had cut her wrists
the blood was everywhere. They practically had to order new carpets and
furniture. He laid Larsa's body on the floor and placed a small mettle disk on
her windpipe, one shock from it was enough for Larsa to sputter and cough up
all the water she had inhaled.
"I
knew giving you a bath was a bad idea, Lar," Sid helped her sit up.
"Shove
it, Sid," Larsa glared at him, "I don't need to hear this."
"Whatever,"
Sis handed her a towel, "I'm sick of finding you half dead."
"You
would get sick of it," Larsa started to dry herself, "You would be
out of a job if I died."
Sid
glared back at Larsa, ignoring the comment, "You'll be monitored for the
next four days."
"FOUR?!"
"Yes,
that's five attempts in one month."
"You
think I don't' know that?"
"Suicide
is selfish, if you want to die do it honorably."
"It's
only selfish if people care for you," Larsa wrapped the towel around her
body.
"True,"
Sid walked out of the bathroom, Larsa followed him, "and I care about you,
so there."
"Whatever."
*******
Ethan
sat at his desk listening to the instructor with half his mind. The Garden was
returning to Balamb for the first time in eight months.
"The
sorceress Edea was under the control of the sorceress Ultamicia," the male
instructor droned on, "Edea was defeated by a group of SeeDs from this
garden..."
All
classes had been running a longer because of preparations for the Garden
Festival. Staff and SeeDs where allowed to set up the stage and decorations.
Ethan didn't know why only seniors were allowed to participate, in the past
under-graduates always did the work.
"...Leonheart."
Ethan looked up at the mention of his last name, "Squall also was appointed
general of the Balamb garden forces during the four year war, against
Galbadia."
Ethan
snorted, his dead father was some kind
of hero. It's not like he ever had time for Ethan. Then his mother and aunt had
died and his father wouldn't even look at him. Ethan hated that man, the man
that was suppose to be his father.
"Ethan
are you paying attention," The instructor glared at him, "You of all
people should pay attention to this lesson."
"Why
should I learn about the man that hated me, that wouldn't look at me, that left
me to learn about the world on my own," Ethan wanted to yell, "I'm
sorry. I think I should go the infirmary."
"You
might as well," every one in the class including the instructor were
giving him odd looks.
Ethan
got up out of his seat and left the room. He took the elevator to the first
floor. Instead of going to the infurmirary he walked past it and back to his
shared room. Ethan flopped down on his bed. Staring at the ceiling. He noticed
a large box sitting on the floor next to his desk. Ethan stood up, picked up
the box and placed in on his desk, he unwrapped brown paper. Under it was a
large black case. A silver lions head on the front.
"Bastard,"
Ethan glared at the gun-blade case, "You think this will make up for the
way you treated me. You've been dead for 5 years and you think that by giving
me this, this, thing you can bring yourself back into my life."
He picked up the case and threw it against the far wall,
where it hit the ground spilling its contents. The blade lay passively on the
floor, the light hitting it making
it wink.
"STOP
IT!!!!" Ethan cried in anger, tears dripped down his face.