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"DAMN YOU!"
Quistis leant forward to the length her invisible bindings would allow her and spat in his face. His eyes remained unmoving. A white hand reached up to brush the liquid away from his cheek. He remained silent, commanding. Quistis hated being commanded. She hated this….way of controlling her. Without doing anything, he made her feel helpless. And this frightened her.
He leant close to her, so that his shimmering hair brushed her cheek, his perfectly sculpted lips hovering a few millimetres away from hers. She shook her head vigorously, so that her terrible crown slipped off her head and tumbled onto the floor. It rolled over a few times and stopped still. Her captor put a hand on her waist. She tried to shy away, but his scent, his intoxicating stare, held her riveted. A scent of icy caverns under the depths of the sea, grottoes filled with light where mermaids dragged nets of pearls, the darkest inky blackness of a cavern…filled with diamonds…light dwindled, and left only the glittering cores of his eyes behind…
"What do you want?"
She kept her voice controlled. Strangely, she felt calm, serene. Unruffled. Yet, scared, so scared.
"Your friends are here to meet you."
That wasn't an answer. His statement was affable, matter of fact.
"Have you ever seen the moon?"
Quistis narrowed her eyes. "What?"
"Or the bat? The winged creature of night, the shadowy wings, the pearled claws of rainy gemstones…lustrous….like you, my dear…."
Quistis bit her lip to keep her from telling him just how insane she thought he was. It's insane people who are dangerous, she thought wildly.
"What's your name?" She blurted out quickly, having nothing else to say.
"Master…"
A wave of fear washed over her again, making her feel sick. Why her?
"You want my friends because…."
"Revenge…"
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Roses and wine…
That smell, and the faint sound of violins…
Yet the smell, the wisp of the air, all aroused a feeling of déjà vu that he couldn't quite conquer. It was…inside him.
Roses and wine…
Damn it, what was wrong with him?
He struggled to get up, but only managed to raise his phenomenally heavy body up one inch, before it floated back down.
This fragrance…
Give up trying, Squall…remember me?
It wasn't the same voice. Yet…what happened to people when they died? Sorceresses? Their spirits floated away, into oblivion. Sometimes, a spirit may just be reincarnated on the same heavenly body.
If the will was strong enough…
Hehehe…that's right.
Not the same body. Not the same mind. I will never exist
in the same form again.
Look what you have reduced me to! But no…you will never
see me again. A mere soul. No body. A soul with a will for revenge…and I will have
it. First on that blonde who tried to seduce you. Next, on that brunette you
love so much…
No! Who was this person, who seemed to know everything about him, was inside him…was controlling him…
I have a minion…a mission…a meaning…by the time I'm through….or shall I say, my slave is through…
It couldn't be…why Cid, why Quistis, why them?
I will have revenge on you!
The voice dissipated and Squall's eyes snapped open. He looked around the room apprehensively.
The bedside table…the lamp…the place on the rug where he'd spilled hot chocolate. A rumpledHis dormitory. But how?
He remembered the voice, the scent, being sucked into a black galaxy whilst violin strains played. But he was back here?
He glanced at his watch, and found it wasn't on his wrist. He must have left it somewhere…dropped it somewhere…
A clock? He could hear no ticking. He glanced towards the wall.
13.00…
At first, he took in the time as if it was normal to have an extra hour in the day. Then, his pulses, his instinct kicked in, and he raced down the hallway to his friends' dormitory, almost hoping it was a dream, that Quistis' slim figure would be safely in bed….
Six neat, tidy, made beds in six, untouched, deserted rooms. Minutes passed in shocked silence. Squall glanced again at the clock.
13.00…
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And the atoms of a wisp of air caressing Squall's cheek whispered…
"Hell's judgement…."
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