She woke with a sight she has never seen before, Strider was standing
over her with his sword drawn. She was confused, no longer was there that
feeling of saftey she once felt, it was pushed away by another feeling. The
feeling of dread. The feeling of fright. He brang his sword down.
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Squall sat in his office not wanting to be here. He wanted to be on vacation, with Rinoa. Instead he had to postpone it to let her do her thing. Sometimes he wished she wasn't a sorcoress. Now was one of those times. Squall crossed his office to the window he had put in, and looked at the progress of the most promosing Strider. What he saw frightended him to his bones. He stared at one of the most horrifiying GF's he had ever seen. Soon it was over and the person Strider was sparing with was obviously dead.
Squall then looked to Quistis, she was unconsious. She was in obvious danger. Squall ran from his office and to the elevator, hopefully he could get there before anything happend to his friend.
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His mind was on fire, the voices that told him what to do, and those that told him what not to do. He couldn't distinguish which ones were which.
Destroy all oposition, destroy all witnesses, destroy all.
Save her, she's your angel...Save those you were ment to protect...
Live your life to your own demands, don't stay here to take orders.
All of these messages were becoming one in his mind he couldn't tell which one to follow. He was confused.
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Quistis layed on the ground, she was barely able to move her head to the side in time to avoid his sword. Even though she avoided the worst, she could still feel her blood matting her hair, he cut open the side of her face. She looked into his eyes, his dusty blue eyes. What she saw there scared her the most of all. She saw a look of fear and confusion, hid behind a thick glaze which had covered his eyes.
She kicked him in the ankle, bringing him down his speed. She had broken his foot. She jumped up from her possition on the ground and pulled her whip from her waist. She steped back right into another man.
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"Quistis, are you alright?" Squall asked with genuine concern, she would never figure him out.
"Yeah, but something is wrong with Strider... He isn't acting right."
Squall looked over to Strider and saw what she was talking about. His eyes had glazed over and his hair was matted with sweat, his mouth was open in a devilish grin while his saliva was slowly running from the opening in his mouth.
"He looks like a rabid dog...Somehow he looks like Ultimecia."
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She could feel it, the evil was winning. Deep in the creatures soul. She couldn't let this happen. Rinoa raised from her sitting position on the floor of Sqall and her's dorm. She had to help the person, whoever it was. She had to point him in the right direction, the direction of peace and good. She just wasn't sure she was going to be able to.
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Strider layed on the ground, an imense pain coming from his foot. He didn't know where he was. He felt strange. He knew he wasn't going to be alright. As if watching himself from a distance he was laughing, he could feel it and hear it, but had no control over himself. He had a feeling of darkness light up in him one that he knew he would remember. He felt his mind drift into the darkness and he was gone...
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Squall watched Strider as he laughed his manic laugh. The same laugh he heard for many years. It was Seifer's laugh. It was his. He wached was Strider looked directly into his eyes, directly into his soul...and then colapsed into a deep sleep.
"Quistis, tie him with your whip. I'll go get some reinforcements."
"Yeah...I will."
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Strider woke up with a start, but wasn't able to get very far. He looked around the room and noticed that he was in what looked like an interogation room. His arms and legs were straped to a table. He was bound tightly, he wouldn't be able to escape from them very easily. The room was unfamiliar to him, but he knew where he was, he was in Balam Garden's Captivity cells. He knew why too. The GF... He used the GF. He lost control again.
He looked away, as if turning his head in shame. He could of hurt someone, he probably did. He closed his eyes as a light permiated the darkness in his cell. His eyes were still very sore from the power that once flowed through them.
"Hello Strider..." Squall said with a dignified athority in his voice.
"Hello Squall..."
"That's hello Commander...Who was that that you killed?"
"I....don't know."
"Don't lie, lieing will get you no where. Who was he? I don't want to ask again. If I do you won't like the outcome."
"I said I don't know."
"That's not what Quistis said. She said that you called him by his first name. Now I will ask one more time. Who was he?"
Realizing he wouldn't be able to tip-toe around the question, he answered it.
"His name was Kaiser, he was and advanced cadet, like myself, who didn't like me very much. He always tried to do damage in sparing matches. He was jealous of the attention I got because of my importance."
"We ran a cross-reference on the name Kaiser, nothing came up. Why is that?"
"For the same reason Rinoa only was able to get generalitys when she checked on my past. Because we only let you see what we want you to. He didn't want to be discovered, so he wasn't."
"Who is we?"
"I won't tell you."
"Why not?"
"Because it is my fight..."
Sqall, with his back turned to Strider with a lit cigarette in his hand, didn't notice that Strider had worked the restraints loose and was now free from his bonds.
"Who is we? May I remind you you are in no position to not answer our questions."
"Of course not, I am in the position to make demands..."
He was directly behind Squall, he drew Squall's gunblade and held it to his throat.
"Have someone bring me my things..."
"Why do you do this to us."
"Because you get in my way..."
"If you would just calm down and tell us what is going on we could help you..."
"Your help? You think I need anyones help... If you planed on helping me, why did you strap me the that bed?"
He already knew the answer, he just wasn't ready for it.
"We were just protecting ourself... We don't want any trouble. We know something is wrong with you and we do want to help... Now put my gunblade down, before you get hurt..."
With those words he looked around the room, everyone had their weapon drawn. Rinoa had a spell being focused, Zell was about three feet from him ready to pounce. Selphi had her neunchu ready for action and Irvine had his gun cocked and loaded...Quistis wasn't here...
"Where is Quistis?"
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Squall sat in his office not wanting to be here. He wanted to be on vacation, with Rinoa. Instead he had to postpone it to let her do her thing. Sometimes he wished she wasn't a sorcoress. Now was one of those times. Squall crossed his office to the window he had put in, and looked at the progress of the most promosing Strider. What he saw frightended him to his bones. He stared at one of the most horrifiying GF's he had ever seen. Soon it was over and the person Strider was sparing with was obviously dead.
Squall then looked to Quistis, she was unconsious. She was in obvious danger. Squall ran from his office and to the elevator, hopefully he could get there before anything happend to his friend.
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His mind was on fire, the voices that told him what to do, and those that told him what not to do. He couldn't distinguish which ones were which.
Destroy all oposition, destroy all witnesses, destroy all.
Save her, she's your angel...Save those you were ment to protect...
Live your life to your own demands, don't stay here to take orders.
All of these messages were becoming one in his mind he couldn't tell which one to follow. He was confused.
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Quistis layed on the ground, she was barely able to move her head to the side in time to avoid his sword. Even though she avoided the worst, she could still feel her blood matting her hair, he cut open the side of her face. She looked into his eyes, his dusty blue eyes. What she saw there scared her the most of all. She saw a look of fear and confusion, hid behind a thick glaze which had covered his eyes.
She kicked him in the ankle, bringing him down his speed. She had broken his foot. She jumped up from her possition on the ground and pulled her whip from her waist. She steped back right into another man.
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"Quistis, are you alright?" Squall asked with genuine concern, she would never figure him out.
"Yeah, but something is wrong with Strider... He isn't acting right."
Squall looked over to Strider and saw what she was talking about. His eyes had glazed over and his hair was matted with sweat, his mouth was open in a devilish grin while his saliva was slowly running from the opening in his mouth.
"He looks like a rabid dog...Somehow he looks like Ultimecia."
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She could feel it, the evil was winning. Deep in the creatures soul. She couldn't let this happen. Rinoa raised from her sitting position on the floor of Sqall and her's dorm. She had to help the person, whoever it was. She had to point him in the right direction, the direction of peace and good. She just wasn't sure she was going to be able to.
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Strider layed on the ground, an imense pain coming from his foot. He didn't know where he was. He felt strange. He knew he wasn't going to be alright. As if watching himself from a distance he was laughing, he could feel it and hear it, but had no control over himself. He had a feeling of darkness light up in him one that he knew he would remember. He felt his mind drift into the darkness and he was gone...
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Squall watched Strider as he laughed his manic laugh. The same laugh he heard for many years. It was Seifer's laugh. It was his. He wached was Strider looked directly into his eyes, directly into his soul...and then colapsed into a deep sleep.
"Quistis, tie him with your whip. I'll go get some reinforcements."
"Yeah...I will."
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Strider woke up with a start, but wasn't able to get very far. He looked around the room and noticed that he was in what looked like an interogation room. His arms and legs were straped to a table. He was bound tightly, he wouldn't be able to escape from them very easily. The room was unfamiliar to him, but he knew where he was, he was in Balam Garden's Captivity cells. He knew why too. The GF... He used the GF. He lost control again.
He looked away, as if turning his head in shame. He could of hurt someone, he probably did. He closed his eyes as a light permiated the darkness in his cell. His eyes were still very sore from the power that once flowed through them.
"Hello Strider..." Squall said with a dignified athority in his voice.
"Hello Squall..."
"That's hello Commander...Who was that that you killed?"
"I....don't know."
"Don't lie, lieing will get you no where. Who was he? I don't want to ask again. If I do you won't like the outcome."
"I said I don't know."
"That's not what Quistis said. She said that you called him by his first name. Now I will ask one more time. Who was he?"
Realizing he wouldn't be able to tip-toe around the question, he answered it.
"His name was Kaiser, he was and advanced cadet, like myself, who didn't like me very much. He always tried to do damage in sparing matches. He was jealous of the attention I got because of my importance."
"We ran a cross-reference on the name Kaiser, nothing came up. Why is that?"
"For the same reason Rinoa only was able to get generalitys when she checked on my past. Because we only let you see what we want you to. He didn't want to be discovered, so he wasn't."
"Who is we?"
"I won't tell you."
"Why not?"
"Because it is my fight..."
Sqall, with his back turned to Strider with a lit cigarette in his hand, didn't notice that Strider had worked the restraints loose and was now free from his bonds.
"Who is we? May I remind you you are in no position to not answer our questions."
"Of course not, I am in the position to make demands..."
He was directly behind Squall, he drew Squall's gunblade and held it to his throat.
"Have someone bring me my things..."
"Why do you do this to us."
"Because you get in my way..."
"If you would just calm down and tell us what is going on we could help you..."
"Your help? You think I need anyones help... If you planed on helping me, why did you strap me the that bed?"
He already knew the answer, he just wasn't ready for it.
"We were just protecting ourself... We don't want any trouble. We know something is wrong with you and we do want to help... Now put my gunblade down, before you get hurt..."
With those words he looked around the room, everyone had their weapon drawn. Rinoa had a spell being focused, Zell was about three feet from him ready to pounce. Selphi had her neunchu ready for action and Irvine had his gun cocked and loaded...Quistis wasn't here...
"Where is Quistis?"
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