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(A/N: This is my first fic so be nice ok? *grinz*)
"Seifer..."
Seifer blinked. Where was he? It was dark, and cold. All was quiet but for a small voice calling out his name. He knew that voice. He was sure of it, but somehow, he just couldn't quite put his finger on it. He looked around anxiously, his green eyes sweeping the landscape frantically, searching, searching. But there was nothing. He tried to move, and found himself flailing helplessly. It was as though he was falling, yet it was not the same...somehow...
Seifer's eyes flew open. He noticed he was shaking slightly, and took a few deep breaths to calm himself. "Not again..." he muttered to himself. It had been two weeks, and every night, it was the same dream, over and over again. Seifer couldn't understand it. Every night, he would find himself in the exact same place, yet in his dream he never knew where he was, or what was going to happen. And it was always the same voice, calling out his name, and he never knew who it was.
Seifer sighed and rolled over in his bed. It was time to get up. He shouldn't be letting such a silly dream bother him. It was just coincidence. Plain coincidence. Wasn't it?
Selphie's head slumped forward onto her chest. "Be strong..." she told herself, over and over again. "Just be strong." She had to admit however, that her optimism was slowly draining away. It had been just over two weeks, and things were not looking up. She wondered when she would ever get out. True, it had been foolish of her to try to capture the Hoods single-handedly, (dumb name. I know) but the thought of letting them get away had been too much for her. The Hoods were an infamous group, who were constantly breaking into homes, taking whatever they could, from cash to innocent lives. Selphie hated them.
One night, Selphie was walking back from Balamb town when she saw them from a distance, with large sacks over their shoulders. They were chuckling victoriously, and their eyes glinted wickedly in the moonlight. Something inside Selphie snapped, and, without thinking, she sprinted after them, clutching her nunchaku tightly in her hand.
At the sound of her boots stomping noisily after them, the gang turned, just as Selphie hit the leader squarely on the back of his head with her nunchaku. He barely flinched, and responded with a quake spell that threw Selphie off her feet. Before she could regain her balance, however, she felt something hit her hard in the head, and darkness slowly engulfed her as she sank helplessly to the ground.
When she woke up, Selphie found herself in a small cell, in a cave. Her head was spinning, and she was shaking from the cold. And here she was now. Now and then, one of the men would pop in to feed her, and they never failed to torment her every time, both physically and mentally. Selphie wondered how much more she could take. She was their prisoner, and there was nothing she could do about it. Just thinking about it made her tremble with rage.
During those two weeks, Selphie had done a lot of thinking. She thought about her life, and reflected upon her actions. But most of all, she thought about her friends, the people she had grown up with, the people she considered her family, the only family she ever knew. Would they miss her? Were they looking for her? Were they worried about her? Mad at her, maybe? Selphie shook her head miserably, convinced that she would never be free. There was no way of escape, and her kidnappers would surely not let her go scot-free. They would probably kill her, Selphie thought, then she would never see anyone again, and would never hear the voices of the people she loved so much. "I wish I could have said bye," she thought. "Or maybe I should have got to know them a little better...people like...Seifer."
Seifer. He was one person Selphie never really got to know. She had only seen him briefly during the SeeD practical exam in Dollet, and when they had to fight against him. After the whole Ultemecia incident, and Seifer had come back to garden, Selphie never really saw much of him. People said he had changed a little, that he no longer taunted others, but in other ways, he was still very much the same. Before, Selphie had been too involved with Irvine to notice Seifer, but now that she was single again, she had begun to think about Seifer. A lot. She couldn't understand it herself. He wasn't really her type, but in some way, she found him rather attractive. He always seemed so strong and full of confidence. "If only he were here now, maybe this wouldn't be so bad," she thought wistfully.
Tears ran down her cheeks, and she lowered her head slowly. "Seifer..." she whispered. "If you're listening, then come save me...I need you..."
"Seifer..."
A/N: Yay my first chapter!!! Hehehe...yeah I know it's crap and all that but...just review ok? Heehee. Finally...I've written a story...
(A/N: This is my first fic so be nice ok? *grinz*)
"Seifer..."
Seifer blinked. Where was he? It was dark, and cold. All was quiet but for a small voice calling out his name. He knew that voice. He was sure of it, but somehow, he just couldn't quite put his finger on it. He looked around anxiously, his green eyes sweeping the landscape frantically, searching, searching. But there was nothing. He tried to move, and found himself flailing helplessly. It was as though he was falling, yet it was not the same...somehow...
Seifer's eyes flew open. He noticed he was shaking slightly, and took a few deep breaths to calm himself. "Not again..." he muttered to himself. It had been two weeks, and every night, it was the same dream, over and over again. Seifer couldn't understand it. Every night, he would find himself in the exact same place, yet in his dream he never knew where he was, or what was going to happen. And it was always the same voice, calling out his name, and he never knew who it was.
Seifer sighed and rolled over in his bed. It was time to get up. He shouldn't be letting such a silly dream bother him. It was just coincidence. Plain coincidence. Wasn't it?
Selphie's head slumped forward onto her chest. "Be strong..." she told herself, over and over again. "Just be strong." She had to admit however, that her optimism was slowly draining away. It had been just over two weeks, and things were not looking up. She wondered when she would ever get out. True, it had been foolish of her to try to capture the Hoods single-handedly, (dumb name. I know) but the thought of letting them get away had been too much for her. The Hoods were an infamous group, who were constantly breaking into homes, taking whatever they could, from cash to innocent lives. Selphie hated them.
One night, Selphie was walking back from Balamb town when she saw them from a distance, with large sacks over their shoulders. They were chuckling victoriously, and their eyes glinted wickedly in the moonlight. Something inside Selphie snapped, and, without thinking, she sprinted after them, clutching her nunchaku tightly in her hand.
At the sound of her boots stomping noisily after them, the gang turned, just as Selphie hit the leader squarely on the back of his head with her nunchaku. He barely flinched, and responded with a quake spell that threw Selphie off her feet. Before she could regain her balance, however, she felt something hit her hard in the head, and darkness slowly engulfed her as she sank helplessly to the ground.
When she woke up, Selphie found herself in a small cell, in a cave. Her head was spinning, and she was shaking from the cold. And here she was now. Now and then, one of the men would pop in to feed her, and they never failed to torment her every time, both physically and mentally. Selphie wondered how much more she could take. She was their prisoner, and there was nothing she could do about it. Just thinking about it made her tremble with rage.
During those two weeks, Selphie had done a lot of thinking. She thought about her life, and reflected upon her actions. But most of all, she thought about her friends, the people she had grown up with, the people she considered her family, the only family she ever knew. Would they miss her? Were they looking for her? Were they worried about her? Mad at her, maybe? Selphie shook her head miserably, convinced that she would never be free. There was no way of escape, and her kidnappers would surely not let her go scot-free. They would probably kill her, Selphie thought, then she would never see anyone again, and would never hear the voices of the people she loved so much. "I wish I could have said bye," she thought. "Or maybe I should have got to know them a little better...people like...Seifer."
Seifer. He was one person Selphie never really got to know. She had only seen him briefly during the SeeD practical exam in Dollet, and when they had to fight against him. After the whole Ultemecia incident, and Seifer had come back to garden, Selphie never really saw much of him. People said he had changed a little, that he no longer taunted others, but in other ways, he was still very much the same. Before, Selphie had been too involved with Irvine to notice Seifer, but now that she was single again, she had begun to think about Seifer. A lot. She couldn't understand it herself. He wasn't really her type, but in some way, she found him rather attractive. He always seemed so strong and full of confidence. "If only he were here now, maybe this wouldn't be so bad," she thought wistfully.
Tears ran down her cheeks, and she lowered her head slowly. "Seifer..." she whispered. "If you're listening, then come save me...I need you..."
"Seifer..."
A/N: Yay my first chapter!!! Hehehe...yeah I know it's crap and all that but...just review ok? Heehee. Finally...I've written a story...