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Yes, well. On with the story!!
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Seifer looked at Quistis sideways. She brushed something off her cheek, as if angrily wiping something away. Dammit. How had he gotten mixed up in all this?
Or was it…. How had he gotten her mixed up in all this? Because their two mysteries, their two murders, the kidnapping – they were all connected. Quistis and he were part of the same vicious murder mystery, they were players in the same vicious play. The man who had taken Canon – the man who probably killed him in Quistis's room, was still on the loose. And he was the only man in the world who could identify him. He's probably looking for me, thought Seifer dully, as he stepped violently on the accelerator. The last words the man had shouted at Canon, and then at him…
The man in the trenchcoat roughly pushed Canon into the boat. The dark-eyed, dark-haired man looked terrified, his soaking bangs of black hair falling into his shining, hollow, eyes. A flame, a murderous blue flame twisted in the eyes of his attacker as he spat out the words at Canon, his friend, Canon – "I told you to spy on her! Not to fall in love with her!"
Rain, opaque sheets, falling into his eyes, his hair, splashing down his front, obscuring his vision – rain, pearly iridescent sheets of desire, of senses, of murder, of translucency –
The man stared at him for a second.
"You can't live! I want you too!"
A barrel, the barrel of a gun gleaming blackly in the night. It flashed and ripped through the air before his eyes, and a searing pain shot into his arm. The man was telling him, his name, his address, things he thought nobody knew – everything, everything. Who was he, what did he want? Who was the girl the man had been talking about? Who – why –
The pain became more and more intense, and -
The car jolted and Quistis was jerked forward in her seat.
"Do we have to drive – so fast…?" She whispered brokenly.
Seifer didn't answer. It was a hypothetical question, after all.
"The police are onto us. They've probably traced your call. The people in the towns know who we are."
"What happened? In the town? Oh god, Squall's probably – I don't want to know what he must be going through, not knowing…"
"I went in to ask for a map. The girl on the counter was friendly enough, chatty. I tried to keep my head lowered. Her mother was on the telephone. I thought nothing of it. It was going well, until she asked for the money – I leant across the counter – and she saw my arm…
I grabbed the map and ran, but her mother had been calling the police. She already knew who I was, but didn't want to alert me to that fact. The police were waiting for me outside. I ran. I ran."
His voice sounded dull, colourless. He was having trouble expressing himself, thought Quistis. They both needed a break. But where could they find one? Where? She remained silent, and stabbed at the radio. A crackly radio station broke through the worn speakers.
I could give my tomorrows for just a few more yesterdaysI could let go of passion just for you
Because I love your eyes, and will always
I just want a few more yesterdays
Quistis frowned and closed her eyes. She had prayed for a few more tomorrows – yesterday had been awful.
A sound from the backseat caused her eyes to snap open. Seifer's expression told her the exact same thing.
Before they had time to look around, she felt cold metal on her neck, and a rough, gloved hand over her mouth.
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"Howdy" said a voice from behind her. "Now your friend Seifer here's gonna keep on drivin', otherwise his little blondie's gonna get blasted. Understand, Seifer, pal? That's good." He finished affably. Quistis' body was trembling, rigid. Who was this man, why was he in the car? How had they not noticed?
"Now the deal is, your boyfriend here's gonna get done in. Get that? Done in. He's not been so good to me, ya know? And you – well, I was gonna have you spied on, but that didn't work out. Poor old Canon. Things really didn't work out for him, did they?"
I asked you to spy on her…not fall in love with her…
"You killed him! You killed Canon!" Seifer spat out at the driving wheel. "Why did you want him to spy on Quistis? And why did you kill him when he fell in love with her?"
Quistis' face was a mask of astonishment – and terror, of course – she still had a gun pressed ominously into the base of her neck.
"Fall in love with me? But I – I didn't know him…"
"Righto." The man was holding her hair, wrenching it, twisting it. "Ya see, Canon was masquerading as a SeeD student. I told him to be obscure, let you not see him. Unfortunately, he developed a little crush on you. So he died – conveniently – in your room. That's where he'd be happy…" ended her attacker on a mock pious note.
"Where do you want me to drive?" asked Seifer grimly. His teeth were clenched. Tears started down Quistis' cheeks. She couldn't let him die. Not after – not after –
"NO!" She screamed, wrenching free from her attacker with a force she didn't know that she had. Elbowing him hard in the ribs, she fumbled for the gun. She found her hand closing over cold metal, arms, flailing. His hand grasped her wrist and pulled with terrifying force, but she broke free, falling backwards into Seifer – the car careened out of control – it was skidding, halting – she could feel Seifer's warm hands trying to pull her assailant off her – blackness, redness – she fell out of the wrecked car door onto concrete, she was pulling herself upright, over a huddled body -
She was standing upright, pointing the gun at her aggressor. Her hands were trembling so fast they looked steady. "Don't move."
Her voice was surprisingly level and steady. "Tell me why you were spying on me. Tell me what this is all about. Tell me. Don't move closer. I'll shoot. I swear I will. Give me a reason, and I swear I will."
She looked into his eyes, then past his eyes, and saw Seifer lying, immobile on the ground. She followed a trail of debris to the ruined car, smashed against a wall on the side of the road. She desperately wanted to go to him, touch him, help him – but she couldn't let her attacker see a moment of weakness.
Please be all right, Seifer…
She turned back to her attacker. His eyes were set, determined. He relaxed slightly, and Quistis automatically relaxed her hold on the gun –
"BITCH!"
Suddenly, he was flying towards her, knocking the gun out of her grasp, slamming her down on the hard ground. He was on top of her, his hands around her throat, shaking her, strangling her – she was letting out small, pathetic cries as the air was squeezed out of her throat. This was it. She would die. All this was for nothing…
Seifer – please
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