Author's note: Accent or no accent? That is the question. Argh! I'm too
lazy to take away the -ings and stuff. And I've barely heard any cowboy
slang since I've only lived around Asia and Africa. Never mind.
Dodged a Bullet (Irvine) By WitchHazel
Immature. Irresponsible. Weak. Cowardly. Those are the painful adjectives used to describe me. They heard about me falling apart when I was supposed to kill Edea. Our Matron.
They forgot to realize that I was the only person in the whole gang who remembered her from the orphanage.
I was supposed to kill the only person who was a mother to me. She raised me, she loved me, and then I had to kill her, just because some sorceress was controlling her. I thought I was going crazy, that awful night. The clock tower was ticking, marking the seconds until I had to kill one of the few people I truly loved. I almost did, if it weren't for that shield she used to block out the bullets. My bullets. I could have had her blood on my hands. Then she wouldn't be here, looking exactly like before, smiling at Cid. I could have killed her. But I didn't.
I take off my hat and nod my head at her. I guess I'm speechless. I knew that she forgave me, like the rest of us, for trying to kill her, but I can't help but feel guilty, I fired the first bullet. I started it all.
I look away. I'm trying to concentrate on something else. Selphie grabs my hat and puts it on her pretty brown hair. I feel another wave of sadness. She thinks I'm cheating on her. And I'm not.
I think I truly do love her. I can see the sad little looks she gives me whenever I put my arm around other girls. It's really heartrending when I see she covers those concerned looks with a big toothy smile. I'm just friends with them. Can't she see that? I want to change for her. but somehow. it isn't me.
Selphie catches me staring and sticks her tongue out at me. I give her an affectionate smile. She grins back and turns away.
Selphie and I had been real close in the orphanage. She was always the one to support everyone up when they were down. When Squall lost Ellone, she and Quistis were the ones persistently trying to cheer him up and make him feel better. I loved her as a sister then, and now. I am simply in love with her.
I'm scared, to tell you the truth. I'm quite petrified that one day she's gonna dump me, or that for some unexplainable reason, I get tired of her. I have been with more women than I can count, but for some reason, I feel different about Selphie. Maybe it's because of the history we have. My lil cowgirl.
I glance around and see her and Quistis trying to stop Zell from choking on the hotdogs he's stuffing down his throat. And I laugh.
Matron is back home. Selphie has not dumped me, and the Sorceress Ultemecia is gone. Everything is perfectly fine.
Author's note: Blech. I really dislike this chapter. I tried to make it honest and interesting, but the little demon in my head kept on repeating the same annoying question. Slang or no slang? So I'm shipping this off to Fanfiction.net already so I can get it over with.
I think it goes a bit too fast. The closing sentence sucks too. Sounds like Selphie's chapter. I should try to make my next one not so angst-ridden. I need more optimism. Zell? Squall? Edea? Some other character I forgot? Help!
Dodged a Bullet (Irvine) By WitchHazel
Immature. Irresponsible. Weak. Cowardly. Those are the painful adjectives used to describe me. They heard about me falling apart when I was supposed to kill Edea. Our Matron.
They forgot to realize that I was the only person in the whole gang who remembered her from the orphanage.
I was supposed to kill the only person who was a mother to me. She raised me, she loved me, and then I had to kill her, just because some sorceress was controlling her. I thought I was going crazy, that awful night. The clock tower was ticking, marking the seconds until I had to kill one of the few people I truly loved. I almost did, if it weren't for that shield she used to block out the bullets. My bullets. I could have had her blood on my hands. Then she wouldn't be here, looking exactly like before, smiling at Cid. I could have killed her. But I didn't.
I take off my hat and nod my head at her. I guess I'm speechless. I knew that she forgave me, like the rest of us, for trying to kill her, but I can't help but feel guilty, I fired the first bullet. I started it all.
I look away. I'm trying to concentrate on something else. Selphie grabs my hat and puts it on her pretty brown hair. I feel another wave of sadness. She thinks I'm cheating on her. And I'm not.
I think I truly do love her. I can see the sad little looks she gives me whenever I put my arm around other girls. It's really heartrending when I see she covers those concerned looks with a big toothy smile. I'm just friends with them. Can't she see that? I want to change for her. but somehow. it isn't me.
Selphie catches me staring and sticks her tongue out at me. I give her an affectionate smile. She grins back and turns away.
Selphie and I had been real close in the orphanage. She was always the one to support everyone up when they were down. When Squall lost Ellone, she and Quistis were the ones persistently trying to cheer him up and make him feel better. I loved her as a sister then, and now. I am simply in love with her.
I'm scared, to tell you the truth. I'm quite petrified that one day she's gonna dump me, or that for some unexplainable reason, I get tired of her. I have been with more women than I can count, but for some reason, I feel different about Selphie. Maybe it's because of the history we have. My lil cowgirl.
I glance around and see her and Quistis trying to stop Zell from choking on the hotdogs he's stuffing down his throat. And I laugh.
Matron is back home. Selphie has not dumped me, and the Sorceress Ultemecia is gone. Everything is perfectly fine.
Author's note: Blech. I really dislike this chapter. I tried to make it honest and interesting, but the little demon in my head kept on repeating the same annoying question. Slang or no slang? So I'm shipping this off to Fanfiction.net already so I can get it over with.
I think it goes a bit too fast. The closing sentence sucks too. Sounds like Selphie's chapter. I should try to make my next one not so angst-ridden. I need more optimism. Zell? Squall? Edea? Some other character I forgot? Help!