Chapter 13
Cid shook her. She woke up, and realised that she must have arrived. Cid asked if she wanted him to go with her, but she declined. She had to sort this out for herself.
She ran through the streets of Esthar, and asked a man for directions. He dragged her roughly aside, into a small street.
"You an outsider?"
She nodded.
"Look, don't get involved with any of that. There's been murder, and the person who's taken over the city don't have a clue how to run it. The guy who's dead, his son took over. No one can get out. The economy's fell to pieces. Rats and mice all over the city, this city's a dumping ground. I thought I'd be able to get a good job here."
He walked off. She continued to walk through the city. She needed to find him.
She eventually found her way to the centre of the city, where he was, or was supposed to be. She entered the building. There were no guards to stop her; she was free to do whatever she wanted. She took the lift, and she entered the room where Squall was.
He was sprawled out on a sofa to the left of her. "He's sleeping." She thought, and she didn't want to wake him. So she sat down on the arm of the sofa, and waited.
Hours passed. Was he just sleeping? She shook him gently. His body was warm, and it didn't look as if he was dead.
She held his hand. She looked at it for the first time. It was horribly scarred; he must have been in a lot of fights. Perhaps with the local people.
She was beginning to fear the worst. Maybe someone had…killed him.
Tears fell down her face and onto his still body. But then she felt him move. How could he have lain so still for so long? But she felt weaker as every second went by. Had he died and returned? He sat up.
"Thank you…" he said, "for returning me to this earth."
She was puzzled. How could he have…returned?
"I thought I was dead, to never return, I am eternally in debt to you."
Then he smashed her head against the wall. She felt…almost satisfied. She was going to die, but she had kept her lover alive. Was there any way she could save herself? She had unfinished business.
"You must die!" he yelled.
He took his gunblade and stabbed her, again and again. She was dying. She muttered, "I love you…" before collapsing in a heap on the floor.
He turned and walked out the room in disgust. He could not love, he was evil.
"Time to take control of my city once again."
He felt no remorse for the woman he had killed. His laws were reinforced once again; again it was his evil city.
A townsperson had come to see the evil ruler. Instead he found Rinoa's body on the floor.
She had left the world forever, but she was responsible for her own destiny.
The End.