COUNCIL MEETING
"Today's episode clinches it! He's dangerous! He led those monsters back into town to show his power and how he could lead more monsters into town to kill us all!" one of the younger members of the council stated, slamming his hand on the horseshoe table. The man was in his late forties, his hair thinned noticeably. His face was slack-skinned and seemed devoid of emotion because his eyebrows were missing as well. He was frowning now, his grey eyes glittering in the light of the lantern that lit the council room.
The old man sat in the center, flanked by the other council members on either side. His long white beard flopping against his chest while he looked at the others. "Do you all feel this way?" he asked slowly.
Three nodded, the fourth hesitated then nodded as well. The old man heaved a sigh, "Then tomorrow it will be done."
Sephiroth stalked down the street, his face devoid of expression, Bakara perched on his shoulder. The streets seemed devoid of people. In fact, they were devoid of people. Sephiroth felt conspicuous, though there was no one to see him. Roscoe was stiff and dressed formally, as well as silent. Sephiroth had a bad feeling and wasn't sure he wanted to go to the council meeting, though he knew it would be impolite to skip out of town. He walked though the double doors behind Roscoe, finding out where everyone was the moment he walked into the meeting room, lead by Roscoe. All around the room were soldiers as if expecting something terrible to happen.
Sephiroth's mouth felt dry and he realized he hadn't felt such dread since Hojo's death. The old man at the center of the horseshoe table looked firmly at the crowd who began to murmur softly the moment he entered.
The old man got to his feet regally and cleared his throat. "Ladies and gentle men... Sephiroth," the old man started and Sephiroth's heart skipped a beat when he was referred to by his old name in front of everyone in the town, "It is in our utmost concern for the safety of this town and all those in it that we ask you this. We do not wish to-"
"Its fine. I almost expected it. Just give me my sword and I'll go, no grudges, on my honor, if nothing else," Sephiroth interrupted.
The old man swallowed, Sephiroth could see he was shaking. He looked off to the left and two men came forward, laboring under the weight of Masamune. Sephiroth waited until they came close enough for him to simply reach out and take it by the hilt and give his kitten to one of the soldiers a moment to pull the belt that usually held it to his back on then clipped his sword on. Taking Bakara again, he looked up at the council one last time. Turning to stalk out, he saw Layla's pale and teary face, he cringed visibly and forced himself to walk out, trying to ignore everyone's eyes, most importantly to ignore Billy's eyes, as well as his mother's and Layla's. The doctor was nowhere to be found. He hoped it stayed that way.
Once outside, his resolve wavered and his feet stumbled to a stop. Lifting a shaking hand, he found his cheeks wet and more tears spilling from his eyes. Shaking his head, he forced himself to walk a few more steps then he heard the bang of the courthouse door.
"Wait- please!" it was Layla, she dashed up, stopping a few steps behind him. "Please... take me with you?"
Sephiroth shook his head firmly, "And have your death on my hands? Sure why not, put one more name on the list of millions I've killed and lead to their deaths," the sarcasm was somewhat marred by the lump in his throat.
"They said you were evil... but... I just can't believe that. I can't! Not after what I've seen of you. You can be caring! Nothing's harmed that kitten of yours," Layla tried to cheer him, coming a few steps closer.
"Only because she doesn't let anything hurt her. I simply feed her. No. I won't have you following me around. You can do better for yourself then some failed experiment, Layla."
Layla's heart thudded, her eyes shining, it was the first time he'd actually called her by her name. "But the way you saved Krissy-"
"And saving her was the beginning of the end for my days here," Sephiroth interrupted firmly and started off, leaving Layla where she was, standing there crying.
He disappeared into the trees, his black blending with the shadows of the forest. Layla wiped her face hearing someone come up behind her. "Why are you still here?" the man behind her asked, his voice was nasal.
"He.. wouldn't let me come..." she bowed her head, crying into her hands and running down the street, headed toward the hospital.
"Today's episode clinches it! He's dangerous! He led those monsters back into town to show his power and how he could lead more monsters into town to kill us all!" one of the younger members of the council stated, slamming his hand on the horseshoe table. The man was in his late forties, his hair thinned noticeably. His face was slack-skinned and seemed devoid of emotion because his eyebrows were missing as well. He was frowning now, his grey eyes glittering in the light of the lantern that lit the council room.
The old man sat in the center, flanked by the other council members on either side. His long white beard flopping against his chest while he looked at the others. "Do you all feel this way?" he asked slowly.
Three nodded, the fourth hesitated then nodded as well. The old man heaved a sigh, "Then tomorrow it will be done."
Sephiroth stalked down the street, his face devoid of expression, Bakara perched on his shoulder. The streets seemed devoid of people. In fact, they were devoid of people. Sephiroth felt conspicuous, though there was no one to see him. Roscoe was stiff and dressed formally, as well as silent. Sephiroth had a bad feeling and wasn't sure he wanted to go to the council meeting, though he knew it would be impolite to skip out of town. He walked though the double doors behind Roscoe, finding out where everyone was the moment he walked into the meeting room, lead by Roscoe. All around the room were soldiers as if expecting something terrible to happen.
Sephiroth's mouth felt dry and he realized he hadn't felt such dread since Hojo's death. The old man at the center of the horseshoe table looked firmly at the crowd who began to murmur softly the moment he entered.
The old man got to his feet regally and cleared his throat. "Ladies and gentle men... Sephiroth," the old man started and Sephiroth's heart skipped a beat when he was referred to by his old name in front of everyone in the town, "It is in our utmost concern for the safety of this town and all those in it that we ask you this. We do not wish to-"
"Its fine. I almost expected it. Just give me my sword and I'll go, no grudges, on my honor, if nothing else," Sephiroth interrupted.
The old man swallowed, Sephiroth could see he was shaking. He looked off to the left and two men came forward, laboring under the weight of Masamune. Sephiroth waited until they came close enough for him to simply reach out and take it by the hilt and give his kitten to one of the soldiers a moment to pull the belt that usually held it to his back on then clipped his sword on. Taking Bakara again, he looked up at the council one last time. Turning to stalk out, he saw Layla's pale and teary face, he cringed visibly and forced himself to walk out, trying to ignore everyone's eyes, most importantly to ignore Billy's eyes, as well as his mother's and Layla's. The doctor was nowhere to be found. He hoped it stayed that way.
Once outside, his resolve wavered and his feet stumbled to a stop. Lifting a shaking hand, he found his cheeks wet and more tears spilling from his eyes. Shaking his head, he forced himself to walk a few more steps then he heard the bang of the courthouse door.
"Wait- please!" it was Layla, she dashed up, stopping a few steps behind him. "Please... take me with you?"
Sephiroth shook his head firmly, "And have your death on my hands? Sure why not, put one more name on the list of millions I've killed and lead to their deaths," the sarcasm was somewhat marred by the lump in his throat.
"They said you were evil... but... I just can't believe that. I can't! Not after what I've seen of you. You can be caring! Nothing's harmed that kitten of yours," Layla tried to cheer him, coming a few steps closer.
"Only because she doesn't let anything hurt her. I simply feed her. No. I won't have you following me around. You can do better for yourself then some failed experiment, Layla."
Layla's heart thudded, her eyes shining, it was the first time he'd actually called her by her name. "But the way you saved Krissy-"
"And saving her was the beginning of the end for my days here," Sephiroth interrupted firmly and started off, leaving Layla where she was, standing there crying.
He disappeared into the trees, his black blending with the shadows of the forest. Layla wiped her face hearing someone come up behind her. "Why are you still here?" the man behind her asked, his voice was nasal.
"He.. wouldn't let me come..." she bowed her head, crying into her hands and running down the street, headed toward the hospital.
