Infinite Plunge
A/N: I have debated this for long hours. This is my final decision. I plan on writing this entire story along the FF8 storyline. The catch is, it's going to be based around Edea. Not following Squall and the rest. Enjoy!
(Notes for knowing what is happening.)
Normal text = What is happening
Bold = My poem
Bold Italic = Edea/Sorceress
Italic = What is happening with the rest of the characters during the game
Chapter 2- The Start
Howling echoes ripped through the sky. Metal met its twin. Blood kissed the ground.
"Squall…" His muscles screeched as the gun blade zipped through the air. The tips of his jacket tickled the ground.
"Seifer…" Sparks blazed in his vision. Lust was taking over. The lust for blood.
It was like a dance. One jabbed, the other swiped. Graceful of its own accord. Their movements were captivating.
"I want one."
"Yes, mistress."
It's like the never ending fall…
Seifer was alone. No lights were on. He was just there talking with the darkness. It never changed. He always did this. Almost every night. Emptiness was his companion. His drive to do the things he did. Sometimes, he talked to himself…
"I am better than you Squall. I always have been. That will never change." Angrily, Seifer slammed his fist against the wall.
The Queen of Fire visited him in the night. She always brought warmth. Never comfort. That was something Seifer seldom felt. His mind was cold, his soul tormented. Yet, he did it to himself. Defiance brought harsh punishment.
The drop that leaves you senseless.
"The exam is today…" Squall rolled over to face the wall. His eyes were shut, blotting out the harsh sunlight that was creeping through the blinds. Absently, his hand strayed to the scar displayed across his face. A growl erupted deep within his throat.
"Seifer…" A blaring sound crashed through his ears. The alarm clock was going off. It was time to get up, time for the day to start. Squall's chance… to finally become a SeeD.
In a strange way, he was excited. The rush of battle always went to his head. Weather or not he admitted it.
Squall crawled out of bed.
The time was now.
Or perhaps…
Midnight blue drapes tumbled down the walls. They were trimmed in gold. The floor was a dull gray and reflected unseen stars. Pale gold lights flickered against the dark sky.
A lone woman stole the attention away from the scenery. She was seated upon a black net. It didn't touch the ground, but hung from some invisible spot above. It clung loosely to her sides, allowing movement.
Slowly, she ran a long black fingernail down her jaw line. A smile spread across her face that radiated sinister thoughts.
"Mmmm…"
Desire from within glittered in her amber eyes. Lazily she motioned with her left hand. The air before her began to wiggle and bend. Then it began to take shapes.
There was two men. One like fire, the other like ice. The heart of a wolf, the heart of a lion.
"We have orders Seifer… we have to stay here."
She snapped her hand shut and the image quickly burnt out.
It's the one thing…
Seifer had run off. It was against his soul to obey orders to the max. He wasn't about to change now. Naturally, the others followed. Squall knew the consequences of Seifer's actions. He often wondered how Seifer's mind worked.
You never seem to understand.
Squall had succeeded. Seifer had not. To him, it was always a battle he would never win.
"I'll show you Squall.. I will show all of you…"
Cid sent Squall on his first mission. To Timber. To the Forest Owls. To Rinoa.
"It's almost time… I've made my choice. Will you do it?"
"Yes, mistress."
Everything had happened so fast. It was still a blur. Here we are.
Maybe it really is…
"It's time…"
Seifer had his hand wrapped around President Deling's neck. The lights switched to a dim red/blue color. A silver cloth began to ripple. Seifer slowly started to back away.
"…Poor, poor boy…"
Her image slowly seeps into the room. First the body, then the slick black dress. That sinister smile graces her face. It was mixed with mockery and intrigue.
"Stay away from me!"
"Such a confused little boy. Are you going to step forward? Retreat? You have to decide."
"Stay back!"
Quistis' boots were thudding on the ground. She was running as fast as her body would allow. Too bad she didn't make it entirely to her destination. Magic was used to knock her back.
"The boy in you is telling you to come. The adult in you is telling you to back off"
She made a gentle downward motion with her hand and then brought it to rest against her chest.
"You can't make up your mind. You don't know the right answer."
Sweat was beading above Seifer's eyes. He didn't know what to do.
"You want help, don't you? You want to be saved from this predicament."
"Shut up!"
"Don't be ashamed to ask for help. Besides, you're only a little boy."
Seifer's grip tightened around the President's neck. "I'm not… stop calling me a little boy."
"You don't want to be a boy anymore?"
Hyperion sliced angrily through the air. "I am not a BOY!"
"Come with me to a place of no return. Bid farewell to your childhood."
President Deling's body is released. He runs away, frightened. Seifer waves goodbye to his paralyzed friends. If you could even call them that.
The portal began to shimmer again. She walked through it with him. They left. Everything was restored… or was it?
An infinite plunge.