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Act 1
"Saki! How long were you standing there?" Luchian was alarmed. The purple- eyed woman was standing in the dim doorway, a furious look in her eyes. Sether could not make out her face.
"Long enough!" She shrieked, "How can you even dream of releasing him?!"
Luchain frowned deeply,
"I saw no good reason to kill someone I do not know." He said with a shrug, "Takes out all the fun."
Saki was shaking with rage, "You know why I joined the Sephiroth clan, don't you?" She hissed. He nodded gravely,
"For revenge, if I am not mistaken."
"I want that man dead!" She pointed an accusing finger at Sether, who blinked with confusion. Was her revenge upon Sephiroth or him? What did he ever do to.
On second thought, she looked a little familiar.
Damnit, who was she? What did he ever do to her?
The two were still arguing.
"I will not be taking orders from you, number 3!" Luchian straightened menacingly.
Saki lowered her head, but her fists were clenched. Then, with lightning speed, her hand swiped at the leader's stomach, he winced once.
Sether's eyes widened. She had cut his stomach with a hidden dagger, and Luchian crumbled to a heap, most likely never to rise again.
She stepped up to Sether, her face deep in the shadows of the hood. He glared at her.
"Now." She hissed in a whisper, "I can do with you what I please."
A shiver went down Sether's spine at the voice. It, too, sounded a little familiar, and it didn't sound like the voice the woman should have had, or the one she had seconds ago. It had the quality of dry paper one moment, and a certain youthful zealously in the next.
Something was horribly wrong here.
Sether's breaths were becoming harder, and sweat trickled down his face.
He needed air. Light.
Damnit.
She called some servants, and they took the leader's body away. They seemed very alarmed that he was dead, but knew better than to ask questions.
Saki looked at Sether shortly before leaving after the servants, barking orders at them.
Sether was left alone in the room.
The rain outside stopped.
His head was hung low.
What was he going to do now.?
He tried to tug at the restraints a little, and it only sent streaks of pain through his wounded shoulder and his newly wounded hand.
He wanted to cry again. How pathetic.
His life was becoming unbearable. Well, he cheered himself, it won't be so terrible soon.
.But he didn't want to die.
He raised his head to the single window, his eyes longing and infinitely sad.
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Saki returned a short while afterwards,
"Now, Sether, we can proceed with the ceremonial sacrifice."
Sether looked away, pretending to nonchalantly look out the window when in fact it was the only thing keeping him together,
"I. Might resist."
She gave the impression of smiling, though Sether could not tell, "I don't think you will."
Sether eyed her,
"I said I might." Meteor, he didn't have a single card up his sleeve against this but his strength. He hoped dearly that he would have a chance to use it.
On the other hand, they didn't really have anything on him, either.
"Your lady friend." Saki said, as if reading his thoughts, "I don't think she'll be so happy if you'd try anything."
Sether twitched,
"She is not here." He hissed. She ran away. She wasn't here. She wasn't here. She wasn't here.
They're bluffing.
They must be.
Saki looked at the window, eyeing it as Sether did before,
"She's got spirit, that Katai."
Sether twitched again.
.How else would they know her name?
Damnit!
"So I advise you to." She stepped to the window and quite deliberately closed the shutters. ".Behave."
Sether inhaled sharply and closed his eyes tightly. He couldn't loose it now! If there was a chance they caught Katai.! He had to stay focused! He opened his feverish eyes and glared at Saki.
A single ray of light passed through the old wooden shutters. It fell on the floor just a step in front of Saki as she returned to the center of the room.
Sether could hardly breath, hardly think.
".If you so much as touch a hair on her head I'll-" He whispered. Saki interrupted,
"Like this?" She produced from her pocket something and held it to Sether. The single ray of light illuminated it, and Sether gaped.
It was a ponytail of blond hair. So blond it looked golden.
It looked soft and sad.
Katai's hair.
She was here.
And it made him laugh.
He lost it.
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3 Act 2
The whole place was shaking. Pieces of rubble fell from the ceiling. The floor convulsed and the walls gave the impression that each was trying to run away to a different direction and the ceiling be damned.
Sether was laughing.
His shoulders shook as the sound came out of his throat. Saki stared at him, totally frozen to her spot with terror.
He was laughing.
It was the most frightening sound a human could hear. It was worse than the feeling you have when a very deep bass goes through your stomach, and it was worse than the feeling you might have when you're up in a hurricane, flying uncontrollably and knowing that you're probably going to be killed.
Saying that it felt like your flesh was crawling would be a mistake, since it wasn't really just a feeling. Sether's laughter made your molecules rearrange themselves in ways you'd prefer they wouldn't. The old wooden shutters couldn't handle the stress and disintegrated into wooden dust. The heavy door of the room groaned and bent in unearthly ways.
But if his laughter didn't have all these unsettling side effects, his laughter was very pretty, if somewhat on the evil side.
With a last bark of laughter, Sether tore his hands from the wall, tearing the bricks that held his restraints out of their place. They crashed besides him on the floor.
Sether landed gracefully on his feet in a hunched posture; arms hung in front of him. He straightened and gave Saki a smile. It was the sort of smile a cat would have in a room filled with legless mice.
His eyes were slits.
4 Act 3
Saki turned around and ran away as fast as she could, screaming to the other followers to go in and stop Sether.
But nothing could. Nothing could even reach him. His movements were way past human, both in strength and in precision. Those who managed to overcome their fear and attack him were dead before they managed to so much as scratch him.
Katai felt the whole building shake violently. If she had a doorway or a table, she would go for them, but since her small prison cell was made of some vertical metal bars, she huddle in the middle of the room and shivered. After a short while, the tremors stopped. There was a brief silence.
Her cell was in a room much like the one Sether was previously in, only instead of holding her to the wall; the room was split in half with bars. Some of the bars were framed, and thus were used for a door. To get in or out, one had to go through two doors; one of the room, and the other of the cell.
Then Katai started hearing screams. She also heard them getting closer and closer. She cowered to the corner of her cell and tried to suppress her tears. She didn't even have any place to escape to! What was going on out there?!
.She wanted her hair back.
When she tried to escape her chocobo was cornered and she was forcefully pulled off it. It managed to escape, and Katai managed to kick a few of them in where it counted before four of them succeeded in bringing the raging Katai down.
After a moment of this she heard the guard behind the door to the cell scream in utter terror before stopping too quickly for Katai's comfort.
Then a fist went clear through the door.
Katai yelped and huddled tighter against the wall.
The door fell forward, and a figure came in. Katai stared in fright as it stood in the doorway and looked around.
Sether's fists were dripping blood, with a dagger clear through one half clenched hand. He didn't seem to notice it. His eyes glowed eerily and Katai screamed in spite of herself when their gazes met.
Cat-like slits.
He smiled at her, and she screamed again. It wasn't Sether's smile. The smile he had now made his teeth resemble fangs, and his whole angular face to look even sharper.
He took a few aggressive steps toward the cell and ripped two bars out without effort.
Then he was standing above the frightened Katai. She knew it was Sether, but it didn't look like he knew who he was anymore. His eyes were the stark contrast of his usual self; his were sad, gentle and sometimes cold. These were mad, passionate and hungry. Katai didn't like the way he was looking at her.
With one swoop, Sether, or as Katai assumed, Sether's limit brake; Desire, picked her up and flung her over his shoulder. He didn't try to hold her there or anything, he didn't even seem to be aware that she was a living thing. She gathered something inside Desire still had some say about what to kill and what not, and so he took her with him.
He took a few steps back before running straight into the nearby wall. Katai screamed and covered her head with her hands when he blew the wall into tiny pieces and started running.
He ran for hours.
Act 1
"Saki! How long were you standing there?" Luchian was alarmed. The purple- eyed woman was standing in the dim doorway, a furious look in her eyes. Sether could not make out her face.
"Long enough!" She shrieked, "How can you even dream of releasing him?!"
Luchain frowned deeply,
"I saw no good reason to kill someone I do not know." He said with a shrug, "Takes out all the fun."
Saki was shaking with rage, "You know why I joined the Sephiroth clan, don't you?" She hissed. He nodded gravely,
"For revenge, if I am not mistaken."
"I want that man dead!" She pointed an accusing finger at Sether, who blinked with confusion. Was her revenge upon Sephiroth or him? What did he ever do to.
On second thought, she looked a little familiar.
Damnit, who was she? What did he ever do to her?
The two were still arguing.
"I will not be taking orders from you, number 3!" Luchian straightened menacingly.
Saki lowered her head, but her fists were clenched. Then, with lightning speed, her hand swiped at the leader's stomach, he winced once.
Sether's eyes widened. She had cut his stomach with a hidden dagger, and Luchian crumbled to a heap, most likely never to rise again.
She stepped up to Sether, her face deep in the shadows of the hood. He glared at her.
"Now." She hissed in a whisper, "I can do with you what I please."
A shiver went down Sether's spine at the voice. It, too, sounded a little familiar, and it didn't sound like the voice the woman should have had, or the one she had seconds ago. It had the quality of dry paper one moment, and a certain youthful zealously in the next.
Something was horribly wrong here.
Sether's breaths were becoming harder, and sweat trickled down his face.
He needed air. Light.
Damnit.
She called some servants, and they took the leader's body away. They seemed very alarmed that he was dead, but knew better than to ask questions.
Saki looked at Sether shortly before leaving after the servants, barking orders at them.
Sether was left alone in the room.
The rain outside stopped.
His head was hung low.
What was he going to do now.?
He tried to tug at the restraints a little, and it only sent streaks of pain through his wounded shoulder and his newly wounded hand.
He wanted to cry again. How pathetic.
His life was becoming unbearable. Well, he cheered himself, it won't be so terrible soon.
.But he didn't want to die.
He raised his head to the single window, his eyes longing and infinitely sad.
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Saki returned a short while afterwards,
"Now, Sether, we can proceed with the ceremonial sacrifice."
Sether looked away, pretending to nonchalantly look out the window when in fact it was the only thing keeping him together,
"I. Might resist."
She gave the impression of smiling, though Sether could not tell, "I don't think you will."
Sether eyed her,
"I said I might." Meteor, he didn't have a single card up his sleeve against this but his strength. He hoped dearly that he would have a chance to use it.
On the other hand, they didn't really have anything on him, either.
"Your lady friend." Saki said, as if reading his thoughts, "I don't think she'll be so happy if you'd try anything."
Sether twitched,
"She is not here." He hissed. She ran away. She wasn't here. She wasn't here. She wasn't here.
They're bluffing.
They must be.
Saki looked at the window, eyeing it as Sether did before,
"She's got spirit, that Katai."
Sether twitched again.
.How else would they know her name?
Damnit!
"So I advise you to." She stepped to the window and quite deliberately closed the shutters. ".Behave."
Sether inhaled sharply and closed his eyes tightly. He couldn't loose it now! If there was a chance they caught Katai.! He had to stay focused! He opened his feverish eyes and glared at Saki.
A single ray of light passed through the old wooden shutters. It fell on the floor just a step in front of Saki as she returned to the center of the room.
Sether could hardly breath, hardly think.
".If you so much as touch a hair on her head I'll-" He whispered. Saki interrupted,
"Like this?" She produced from her pocket something and held it to Sether. The single ray of light illuminated it, and Sether gaped.
It was a ponytail of blond hair. So blond it looked golden.
It looked soft and sad.
Katai's hair.
She was here.
And it made him laugh.
He lost it.
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3 Act 2
The whole place was shaking. Pieces of rubble fell from the ceiling. The floor convulsed and the walls gave the impression that each was trying to run away to a different direction and the ceiling be damned.
Sether was laughing.
His shoulders shook as the sound came out of his throat. Saki stared at him, totally frozen to her spot with terror.
He was laughing.
It was the most frightening sound a human could hear. It was worse than the feeling you have when a very deep bass goes through your stomach, and it was worse than the feeling you might have when you're up in a hurricane, flying uncontrollably and knowing that you're probably going to be killed.
Saying that it felt like your flesh was crawling would be a mistake, since it wasn't really just a feeling. Sether's laughter made your molecules rearrange themselves in ways you'd prefer they wouldn't. The old wooden shutters couldn't handle the stress and disintegrated into wooden dust. The heavy door of the room groaned and bent in unearthly ways.
But if his laughter didn't have all these unsettling side effects, his laughter was very pretty, if somewhat on the evil side.
With a last bark of laughter, Sether tore his hands from the wall, tearing the bricks that held his restraints out of their place. They crashed besides him on the floor.
Sether landed gracefully on his feet in a hunched posture; arms hung in front of him. He straightened and gave Saki a smile. It was the sort of smile a cat would have in a room filled with legless mice.
His eyes were slits.
4 Act 3
Saki turned around and ran away as fast as she could, screaming to the other followers to go in and stop Sether.
But nothing could. Nothing could even reach him. His movements were way past human, both in strength and in precision. Those who managed to overcome their fear and attack him were dead before they managed to so much as scratch him.
Katai felt the whole building shake violently. If she had a doorway or a table, she would go for them, but since her small prison cell was made of some vertical metal bars, she huddle in the middle of the room and shivered. After a short while, the tremors stopped. There was a brief silence.
Her cell was in a room much like the one Sether was previously in, only instead of holding her to the wall; the room was split in half with bars. Some of the bars were framed, and thus were used for a door. To get in or out, one had to go through two doors; one of the room, and the other of the cell.
Then Katai started hearing screams. She also heard them getting closer and closer. She cowered to the corner of her cell and tried to suppress her tears. She didn't even have any place to escape to! What was going on out there?!
.She wanted her hair back.
When she tried to escape her chocobo was cornered and she was forcefully pulled off it. It managed to escape, and Katai managed to kick a few of them in where it counted before four of them succeeded in bringing the raging Katai down.
After a moment of this she heard the guard behind the door to the cell scream in utter terror before stopping too quickly for Katai's comfort.
Then a fist went clear through the door.
Katai yelped and huddled tighter against the wall.
The door fell forward, and a figure came in. Katai stared in fright as it stood in the doorway and looked around.
Sether's fists were dripping blood, with a dagger clear through one half clenched hand. He didn't seem to notice it. His eyes glowed eerily and Katai screamed in spite of herself when their gazes met.
Cat-like slits.
He smiled at her, and she screamed again. It wasn't Sether's smile. The smile he had now made his teeth resemble fangs, and his whole angular face to look even sharper.
He took a few aggressive steps toward the cell and ripped two bars out without effort.
Then he was standing above the frightened Katai. She knew it was Sether, but it didn't look like he knew who he was anymore. His eyes were the stark contrast of his usual self; his were sad, gentle and sometimes cold. These were mad, passionate and hungry. Katai didn't like the way he was looking at her.
With one swoop, Sether, or as Katai assumed, Sether's limit brake; Desire, picked her up and flung her over his shoulder. He didn't try to hold her there or anything, he didn't even seem to be aware that she was a living thing. She gathered something inside Desire still had some say about what to kill and what not, and so he took her with him.
He took a few steps back before running straight into the nearby wall. Katai screamed and covered her head with her hands when he blew the wall into tiny pieces and started running.
He ran for hours.
