Chapter 8
"Squall, did you hear something?"
"No, why?"
"I could have sworn that I heard someone behind us."
"I heard something as well Squall. Shouldn't we check?"
"You guys go and check. I have to find Rinoa."
"Ok." Squall was left alone, walking down the deserted corridor. At least he thought it was deserted. Hearing a noise, he turned round, drawing his gunblade.
Nothing there.
"Just my imagination." However, as he turned back around, he discovered that it was not just his imagination. There was someone in standing in the corridor.
Him.
The soldier.
"Rinoa," thought Squall, praying that she was safe. "I hope he didn't get to her first.
Rinoa ran as fast as she could down the corridor, her mind filled with the terrible image of Squall being followed.
"Squall," she screamed.
As she turned the corner, she found him facing the soldier, preparing for battle.
"Rinoa, you're okay." Squall sounded very relieved. However, the look of relief changed to grim determination as the soldier stepped towards him. Squall slashed out with his gunblade, wounding the soldier in the chest.
He showed no sign of any pain and continued towards Squall.
Again Squall wounded him, but to no effect. The soldier picked him clear off the ground by his neck.
"No," screamed Rinoa, running towards them. She punched the soldier as hard as she could in the back, but he would not let go of Squall. He had begun to turn blue as his air supply was cut off.
"No, Squall," Rinoa wept, sadness filling up inside her. Seeing the look of satisfaction on the soldier's face, her grief changed to anger.
"How can you do this? How can you do this," she screamed at the top of her voice, letting herself be taken over by the anger. She could feel the anger inside her now, the intense, burning rage. She wished that the soldier would die. That was all she could think of. His death.
Squall knew that he could not last much longer. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't fight anymore.
"Rinoa."
The words would not come out of his mouth.
"Rinoa."
He could hear her screaming loudly, although to him it sounded distant.
"How can you do this?" she screamed. He could sense that her anger was rising.
"DIE," she screamed, no longer seeming distant. The next thing Squall saw were flames engulfing him and the soldier. However, he could feel no pain, no heat, nothing. He felt himself be dropped to the floor. Struggling to lift his head, Squall could see nothing of the soldier, except a scorch mark on the floor. Then everything was black.
"Squall, you're awake." Rinoa hugged him tightly.
"What happened? Am I dead?"
"No you're not dead silly."
"But he couldn't be killed. How am I still here?" Squall tried to sit up, but was forced back down by Rinoa.
"The best explanation we have is that he could be killed by a sorceress. It's no surprise we didn't know. Dr Odine wouldn't have known either."
"You mean, you saved me?"
"I guess you could say that."
"Thank you." He tried to sit up again, but this time, when Rinoa tried to force him to lie back down, he pulled her down too. "Thank you," he kissed her.
"I still don't know how I did it. I was just so angry at someone trying to take you away from me."
"Don't worry Rinoa. I'll always be with you."
"Squall, did you hear something?"
"No, why?"
"I could have sworn that I heard someone behind us."
"I heard something as well Squall. Shouldn't we check?"
"You guys go and check. I have to find Rinoa."
"Ok." Squall was left alone, walking down the deserted corridor. At least he thought it was deserted. Hearing a noise, he turned round, drawing his gunblade.
Nothing there.
"Just my imagination." However, as he turned back around, he discovered that it was not just his imagination. There was someone in standing in the corridor.
Him.
The soldier.
"Rinoa," thought Squall, praying that she was safe. "I hope he didn't get to her first.
Rinoa ran as fast as she could down the corridor, her mind filled with the terrible image of Squall being followed.
"Squall," she screamed.
As she turned the corner, she found him facing the soldier, preparing for battle.
"Rinoa, you're okay." Squall sounded very relieved. However, the look of relief changed to grim determination as the soldier stepped towards him. Squall slashed out with his gunblade, wounding the soldier in the chest.
He showed no sign of any pain and continued towards Squall.
Again Squall wounded him, but to no effect. The soldier picked him clear off the ground by his neck.
"No," screamed Rinoa, running towards them. She punched the soldier as hard as she could in the back, but he would not let go of Squall. He had begun to turn blue as his air supply was cut off.
"No, Squall," Rinoa wept, sadness filling up inside her. Seeing the look of satisfaction on the soldier's face, her grief changed to anger.
"How can you do this? How can you do this," she screamed at the top of her voice, letting herself be taken over by the anger. She could feel the anger inside her now, the intense, burning rage. She wished that the soldier would die. That was all she could think of. His death.
Squall knew that he could not last much longer. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't fight anymore.
"Rinoa."
The words would not come out of his mouth.
"Rinoa."
He could hear her screaming loudly, although to him it sounded distant.
"How can you do this?" she screamed. He could sense that her anger was rising.
"DIE," she screamed, no longer seeming distant. The next thing Squall saw were flames engulfing him and the soldier. However, he could feel no pain, no heat, nothing. He felt himself be dropped to the floor. Struggling to lift his head, Squall could see nothing of the soldier, except a scorch mark on the floor. Then everything was black.
"Squall, you're awake." Rinoa hugged him tightly.
"What happened? Am I dead?"
"No you're not dead silly."
"But he couldn't be killed. How am I still here?" Squall tried to sit up, but was forced back down by Rinoa.
"The best explanation we have is that he could be killed by a sorceress. It's no surprise we didn't know. Dr Odine wouldn't have known either."
"You mean, you saved me?"
"I guess you could say that."
"Thank you." He tried to sit up again, but this time, when Rinoa tried to force him to lie back down, he pulled her down too. "Thank you," he kissed her.
"I still don't know how I did it. I was just so angry at someone trying to take you away from me."
"Don't worry Rinoa. I'll always be with you."