A/N: Wow this update cam sooner than I thought and I've already got the next one typed, no promises as to when I'll post it though. As always CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISISM please.

DISCLAIMER: This story is based on Final Fantasy VIII, which was owned by Squaresoft, but I do believe will now be owned by Square Enix, or whatever new name it is that they've decided to call themselves. Ixite and the plot are MINE though.

THE CORRUPTION OF POWER

CHAPTER 6 – My Knight Will Rescue Me

This required too much effort and this was her past, somehow it was different. It seemed more logical that sending a person back into her own past would take less effort because she could remember events, but it wasn't. Maybe it was the fact that because it was her past she only remembered certain things and her interpretations of what happed was different because she was looking at everything with hindsight.

Somehow, she thought, she had managed it, but as before she was questioning everything. Would they recognise the message, would they know what it meant, would it help them find her, if they found her would they even be able to rescue her?

Ellone's skilled had been tuned a bit and she could tap into other people's pasts easier, she needed Rinoa awake, she had no words to offer support with the plastic tunnel down her throat but Rinoa's presence when she was awake was enough to comfort her.

In the morning, or at least what she assumed was morning because her biological clock had woken her up, a group of people dressed in white laboratory coats and plastic gloves, Hyne the flashbacks, had reprogrammed the tubes, or something, and the liquids flowing in and out of the body changed. Well, that's what she assumed given that their colour's changed, including ones that seemed to start to drain blood. The sight alone was enough to make he pass out and when she re-awoke Rinoa was unconscious.

The memories, the memories, Hyne, I have to get out of here, but I can't, my muscles ache and I can barely move. I need to get out of here to bury myself away from this until someone comes…

#Watching#

"Sir, subject C has passed out, do you want us to monitor its motions?"

"Of course you fool, put the projector on and record everything."

"Sir." The attendant responded pressing a sequence of buttons.

A translucent screen appeared in the middle of the room showing what seemed to look like the travel through something. It looked like what you would expect to see if you were falling down an endless hole with multicoloured walls except every now and then a face or location would form more defined than the other colours blurring by, then almost as fast as they appeared, disappear again.

"Now this is interesting, has it occurred before?"

"No Sir."

"You, fetch Dr Odine for me, now."

The door whooshed open and after a few footsteps echoing through the facility, closed again. The image on the screen seemed to become more defined along with a blur of noise.

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"Squall, this isn't working."

"What?"

"This relationship, I don't want to hurt you, but you just don't respond to me. I've tried really hard to get you to acknowledge others, but all I have managed to achieve is persuade you to voice your thoughts so that people understood what is driving you. It isn't enough, I want to break up."

The tears trickled down her cheek and before he could register anything she had fled out of the door leaving a worried looking Angelo debating who to comfort.

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There was a momentary whoosh as the door to the room opened and a guarded Dr Odine was brought in and the screen blurred again. "Fools, what took you so long?" There was no response from the two guards now staring in shame at the floor. "Idiots, prepare the playback."

Dr Odine started to examine the room's equipment and the view beyond a glass plane. "Amazing, I tried extremely hard to establish a vay to screen the girl'z thoughtz without entering her unconzciousness itself but zcience failed to provide me vid a vay of doing zo. How did you do it?"

"Science does not always provide all the correct answers to all possible questions my dear Dr." The man commented in an uncharacteristically pleasant tone.

"Sir."

Returning to the screen another picture redefined itself accompanied with the appropriate sound. However the screen was dark and only every now and then would there be the unmistakable flash of a person of scene.

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Who is doing this, what could they possibly want with me, what kind of human would do this to their own kind? I went to the Sorceresses Memorial, but I know I could never stand being sealed all alone; I'd never use my powers against anyone willingly. Maybe that's what they're afraid of, that I become possessed or something.

Will the others notice, will Squall notice. He promised to be my knight, to protect me even if the entire world turned against me, why isn't he here? Did I hurt him that bad when I broke up with him, why can I not forget that day, because I know I still love him? If only he showed some response I'm only human if only I had just a small sign to show that he cared about me the way I did about him. He's so irresponsive and arrogant and all it would have taken was only comment, for Hyne's sake!

It doesn't matter now, he's not here.

I'm a fool, I know he'll come, he may not love me, but he has a wonderful sense of loyalty. All I have to do is wait; my knight will rescue me

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Ellone's eyes jerked wide open then forced themselves to close again as the energy drained from her almost instantly from the movement and the other contents of her jar burn at her sensitive eyes. What occurred was impossible; she could only tap into a person's past and had only just recently discovered that she could tap into her own, but only with a specific person in mind to consciously carry out the performances of the figures she watched. Somehow she knew that the sensation she just experienced was now at the time, were her abilities growing, was that possible, and was it even logical? Why couldn't people just leave her alone, why couldn't she just be a normal person with a normal life, was that too much to ask?

Rinoa was right though, Squall would come and so would the others, like knights in shinning armour from the days of old, they would come.