Chapter 7

[The reason I haven't updated for a while is that, well, on Saturday I was watching On the Ball, and then The Goal Rush, and then The Premiership, and on Sunday I went to my Nan's and then went to St. Andrews (Blues ground for you ppl not as mad about the Premiership as me) to watch England vs. Iceland Women's International, and then on Monday I watched Fulham vs. Chelsea (I got to swoon over Ina for 60 minutes, why did they take him off stupid Fulham manager he had the best shot of the game, though they gave lots of close-ups of him yay!) and Tuesday was Champions' League night (Man U vs. Bayer Leverkusen sp?) so I won't be writing much again…and sorry, this is probably longer than the story… - Ina mad brummy.]

They had caught her. As she had been there on that balcony, as soon as she had pledged to see him again, they made their move. Knife to her throat, they dragged her out of the balcony and into Room 101.

It was called that simply because of the machinery what lay in there. Only the most experienced SeeD's could enter.

She lay there, limp and weak, her eyes shut. Hooked up to one of the machines, some sort of medical equipment, they ran the necessary tests on her. She was drugged, dreaming, but desolate.

One of the SeeD's gently lifted her arm, and took some blood. They needed to see if she was strong enough. They needed to use her to execute their plot. They had so many things to do, so little money, and so little time.

Meanwhile, Quistis was wondering. Had she done the right thing? She knew what was happening to her old friend, but she had only seen it once before. They were going to test her, and then, if they weren't satisfied with her strength, they were going to kill her.

She remembered what had happened to that man from Balamb. He had been suspicious, and had sneaked into the garden, and had been found out. Quistis had followed the other SeeD's into Room 101; she had always wondered what they had done in there.

They had forced him down into the chair, and strapped him in, ignoring his cries for mercy. They drugged him, injected some sort of serum into his body, making him swallow it would be impossible, even though it had quicker effect. He slowly fell into a sedated slumber; then they ran the tests on him. They weren't satisfied with any of the results, they decided to eliminate him.

One of the SeeD's pulled a knife out of her pocket, and slowly sunk it into his chest. He was still stupefied, he was silent. His head lolled sideways, he was dead.

Quistis had been in shock. "So this is what being a SeeD is all about," she had thought, "murder and death and pain." It had never used to be like this, before the adventure she had wasted her days away, teaching absent-mindedly, but really her vacant eyes had represented something deeper. Her love for Squall. Rinoa had taken him away from her. It was silly, she knew Squall didn't love her, and there was nothing she could have done. But to see him in love with her supposed friend, it made her so upset and angry. If it had been any old woman, maybe it would have been different. Maybe she could understand. She had to get her revenge. That's why she'd told her all those lies, and got her into this mess. What would happen to her? Would she be killed, or the right specimen for their experiments? It was worse what happened if they found out that you were strong enough. They would take your DNA, and then torture you to find out how much you knew about their plan. You would end up in their prisons, if you knew anything at all, and they would leave you there, only a couple of slices of bread and cheese to live on, sleeping on the floor. They soon died. Rinoa's chances of survival were virtually nil. Then the cloning process can begin.

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