At six o'clock that night, Randall and I left the hotel room that we shared
and took off for the gate to the Presidential Residence. As the truck
stopped at the gate to get let in, he and I climbed onto the roof of it and
lay flat until we got inside. It stopped inside the complex, on the side
of the building. He and I rolled off the top of the truck, grabbed the
ladder on the side of the truck and made our way around the building to a
pile of boxes and things to the edge of the roof and pulled ourselves up
one top of it. Carefully walking across the top of the roof we made our
way to the ladder, up that and climbed slowly up the last high-rise of the
roof. Finally we were on the veranda of the Presidential Residence.
Standing there, my feet resting on the very stones that my father stood on
when he rescued my mother from the Sorceress; Randall looked from me to the
balcony itself and proceeded to drag me into the hall of the top floor of
the building.
"So where are we going, genius?"
"Down I suppose, how should I know, I'm not the hero."
The two of us made our way through the hallway leading to the walkway we were standing on and flipped the switch on a compartment on the floor, opening the hole in the ground leading down into another room on the floor below. This room was empty for the most part, a few candles were burning in lamps, but other than that it was stark. We got through there quickly, what we were searching for was still below us.
We made our way down and into another room, this one more lit than the previous room. It looked like a church in that room, all lit up with candles everywhere and an alter in the center. A man was standing in front of the alter, his back to us. In front of him was a large book from which he was reading, or was that chanting? We didn't really ask, just looked at one another, drew our weapons and confronted the man.
He turned and greeted us warmly, which threw us off something serious. We stopped and looked at one another, as I watched, Randall laughed and the man's attitude changed dramatically.
"You foolish boy, do you not understand what it is I am doing? I am bringing forth our savior; she will save us from this pathetic excuse for life. She is a God for us."
Randall looked at the man and just screeched at the man like I have never heard anyone scream, except my father, I think.
"You are as stupid as she is. Do you know how moronic it sounds to call a woman a God because she was a Sorceress? She was beaten by a bunch of teenagers, hell she was beaten by his dad!"
He pointed at me when he said this and proceeded to laugh hysterically. I didn't find it all that funny and stood my ground. The man coughed uncomfortably like my father does when I've done something and then hit us. Actually, it was Randall with a burst of magic from the palm of his hand. I watched as he was propelled backward into the wall and knocked unconscious.
"Randall! You bastard, you're determined to kill us all aren't you? First Timber, then Balamb and the Garden, and now you're going to finish off the last of the SeeDs."
"You are a SeeD? A scrawny little punk like you and that jerk behind you are SeeDs?"
He was rolling in laughter at us as a stood there just quivering in anger. There was nothing I could do, sure, I could run at him and kill him, but likely, he'd kill me in an instant. He stopped laughing and grinned at me maniacally before hitting me with an 'ice storm,' sending me across the room and into a column behind me.
I awoke half-way across the room with a killer headache to see that the Sorcerer had gone back to calling the witch back. He was chanting and seemed to be in a daze. I have furious, not only had he hurt me, and rendered my friend unconscious, but he admitted to killing the SeeDs and did it with pleasure. I stood, feeling really sick as I did and took my gunblade from the place where it had fallen. Something had taken hold of me, a=I was angry and my emotions got in the way.
I took the blade, pulled it back behind me and swung at the man, it connected with his neck and cleared his head right off. I was breathing hard, watching this, but it seemed that it wasn't actually me doing it. I felt like I was there watching this through someone else's eyes, there was no fear, just pure anger.
There was blood everywhere, on the ground, the alter, the book, and myself. It was in my mouth but right then I didn't give a flying f*** about it. I snatched the soiled book off of its resting place and dropped it quite unceremoniously in the flames that were burning on either side of the alter. I turned around to leave, looking around to see if Randall was still there, but he had moved. Again it was something I didn't care about all that much. From in front of me somewhere, someone was clapping as though applauding the mess I had made out of that man. I growled into the darkness, the blood on my lips getting into my mouth.
"Who are you, what do you want with me? You want to join the old man in his death because it can be arranged."
The voice that met me was deep and calm and I knew it in an instant. It was Seifer and he was applauding my actions.
"Congratulations little boy, I didn't think you had something like that in you, your father will have a field day with this when he finds out his son has a monster inside him, behind those dark eyes of yours."
I was going to counter him, but there was nothing I could do about this, I had attacked the man in a fiery anger and cleared his head clean off his body. He glanced at the body behind me, the blood that had drenched my clothes and just shook his head. Ahead of me I saw Irvine with Randall in his arms, still unconscious. Something in the back of my head clicked and I looked down at the weapon in my hand, the blood that was drying on its blade and hilt, the crimson stain that was drying on my clothes. Seifer looked at me with those eyes and smirked slightly. I saw him raise his Hyperion blade and smile at me. He knocked me out with either his blade; the last thing I saw was the puddle of blood coming up at me to swallow me whole. All I knew was that it was over, and I had ended it.
"So where are we going, genius?"
"Down I suppose, how should I know, I'm not the hero."
The two of us made our way through the hallway leading to the walkway we were standing on and flipped the switch on a compartment on the floor, opening the hole in the ground leading down into another room on the floor below. This room was empty for the most part, a few candles were burning in lamps, but other than that it was stark. We got through there quickly, what we were searching for was still below us.
We made our way down and into another room, this one more lit than the previous room. It looked like a church in that room, all lit up with candles everywhere and an alter in the center. A man was standing in front of the alter, his back to us. In front of him was a large book from which he was reading, or was that chanting? We didn't really ask, just looked at one another, drew our weapons and confronted the man.
He turned and greeted us warmly, which threw us off something serious. We stopped and looked at one another, as I watched, Randall laughed and the man's attitude changed dramatically.
"You foolish boy, do you not understand what it is I am doing? I am bringing forth our savior; she will save us from this pathetic excuse for life. She is a God for us."
Randall looked at the man and just screeched at the man like I have never heard anyone scream, except my father, I think.
"You are as stupid as she is. Do you know how moronic it sounds to call a woman a God because she was a Sorceress? She was beaten by a bunch of teenagers, hell she was beaten by his dad!"
He pointed at me when he said this and proceeded to laugh hysterically. I didn't find it all that funny and stood my ground. The man coughed uncomfortably like my father does when I've done something and then hit us. Actually, it was Randall with a burst of magic from the palm of his hand. I watched as he was propelled backward into the wall and knocked unconscious.
"Randall! You bastard, you're determined to kill us all aren't you? First Timber, then Balamb and the Garden, and now you're going to finish off the last of the SeeDs."
"You are a SeeD? A scrawny little punk like you and that jerk behind you are SeeDs?"
He was rolling in laughter at us as a stood there just quivering in anger. There was nothing I could do, sure, I could run at him and kill him, but likely, he'd kill me in an instant. He stopped laughing and grinned at me maniacally before hitting me with an 'ice storm,' sending me across the room and into a column behind me.
I awoke half-way across the room with a killer headache to see that the Sorcerer had gone back to calling the witch back. He was chanting and seemed to be in a daze. I have furious, not only had he hurt me, and rendered my friend unconscious, but he admitted to killing the SeeDs and did it with pleasure. I stood, feeling really sick as I did and took my gunblade from the place where it had fallen. Something had taken hold of me, a=I was angry and my emotions got in the way.
I took the blade, pulled it back behind me and swung at the man, it connected with his neck and cleared his head right off. I was breathing hard, watching this, but it seemed that it wasn't actually me doing it. I felt like I was there watching this through someone else's eyes, there was no fear, just pure anger.
There was blood everywhere, on the ground, the alter, the book, and myself. It was in my mouth but right then I didn't give a flying f*** about it. I snatched the soiled book off of its resting place and dropped it quite unceremoniously in the flames that were burning on either side of the alter. I turned around to leave, looking around to see if Randall was still there, but he had moved. Again it was something I didn't care about all that much. From in front of me somewhere, someone was clapping as though applauding the mess I had made out of that man. I growled into the darkness, the blood on my lips getting into my mouth.
"Who are you, what do you want with me? You want to join the old man in his death because it can be arranged."
The voice that met me was deep and calm and I knew it in an instant. It was Seifer and he was applauding my actions.
"Congratulations little boy, I didn't think you had something like that in you, your father will have a field day with this when he finds out his son has a monster inside him, behind those dark eyes of yours."
I was going to counter him, but there was nothing I could do about this, I had attacked the man in a fiery anger and cleared his head clean off his body. He glanced at the body behind me, the blood that had drenched my clothes and just shook his head. Ahead of me I saw Irvine with Randall in his arms, still unconscious. Something in the back of my head clicked and I looked down at the weapon in my hand, the blood that was drying on its blade and hilt, the crimson stain that was drying on my clothes. Seifer looked at me with those eyes and smirked slightly. I saw him raise his Hyperion blade and smile at me. He knocked me out with either his blade; the last thing I saw was the puddle of blood coming up at me to swallow me whole. All I knew was that it was over, and I had ended it.