Hey! Back again with more ideas, and I will try to write more than 1000 words, although I hope it doesn't take longer! If I can't think of anything else I'll send it, so that you guys will keep reading! Happy Thanksgiving everyone, hope you had a good one!
~Jess~
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Upon stepping away from Seifer, I bumped into Quistis who was standing behind me. Once I did, my hand sought her whip. Quistis slapped my hand away and a smirk donned her lips.
I shook my head and asked, "Quistis, if that whip is not for Seifer than who is it for?"
Quistis grinned at me, "Why Rinoa, it would be for you."
I gasped at thought of Quistis betraying me. I couldn't begin to understand it and I began to close my eyes and pinch my arm; I had to have been dreaming, this couldn't really be happening. When my eyes were thrown open again, Seifer was carrying me to my new prison and placed me on the solid platform. The metal of the prison was cold on my bare legs, and Seifer didn't offer any comfort. He placed metal cuffs on my arms and legs, strapping me to the metal cot, in the middle of the circular room. The jacket protected my wrists from the cold of the cuffs, but my legs had no defense. Quistis pulled up a long, gray rectangular box and pushed one of the two buttons on it, and my keep moved vertically; standing me up in the room I could only guess was for torture.
My voice had found its way out of my mouth shakily, "Why are you doing this to me!?"
My question was left unanswered and they seemed enthralled in all the gadgets and radar surrounding the room. After some time, I saw Quistis go over to Seifer and wrap her arms around his waist as he pressed some of the buttons at the control panel. He then pulled his arm around her waist and used the free hand to access the controls. My heart laid down in my chest, Quistis had only been pretending to be my friend the entire time I knew her, or perhaps Seifer had enticed her to help in his sinister plans because of her lost love for Squall.
I started to remember the day that Seifer was jailed. It had been after the defeat of Ultimecia, and Seifer was put on trial. He sneered at the judge and at all the jurors, and was overall cocky to everyone that spoke to him. Rolling his eyes at everything, he sat with his arm crossed and leaned back in his chair. He didn't look like the type that would feel guilt for any of his sins.
Squall was called to the stand, he sat there nervously I remembered. He fumbled around with his ring and was continually tapping his foot upon the wood of the small cube. Answering every question articulately and thoughtfully, the responses he gave were nothing Seifer wanted him to say. All the evidence against Seifer for treason were more than enough to condemn him, Squall's testimony had not had as much hold on the jurors as Seifer believed. Obsessively, it seemed Seifer still had the thought that Squall had been the one to convict him, and that could be the reason I was here now.
I remembered waiting outside impatiently of the courtroom with all my friends for the verdict. Squall was feeling guilty for the things he had said on the stand, but he knew that the truth had to have been said. I had put my head on his shoulder and my arm circling him, and that is when I remember looking up at Quistis. She seemed very distraught, and her eyes looked glassy as though she had been or soon would be crying. I had always known that Seifer and Quistis had feelings for each other and dismissed it as such. Little did I know that Quistis cared about him so much, she would go against everything that she believed in to help Seifer with his schemes.
After the verdict was delivered, we all went back to our dorm rooms melancholy. Almost all of us walked back slowly, our heads hanging down in sorrow. We had all liked Seifer, and to us his crimes did not seem to be exceedingly heinous, but we were not the jury. They were not heinous because he was being controlled by Edea to attack the Garden and all the things he had done. The jury could be blamed for all that had happened to Seifer in jail, not his friends that cared about him, whether or not we tended to show it. I remembered Quistis walking unusually fast down the hall to her dorm, almost in a jog, she had one of her hands up by her face and did not speak to any one of us that night, or the following week. Even on the next day, which was the day of sentencing, did she speak to us, but she wore dark black clothing as if she were at a funeral.
She had taken the news harder than the rest of us, but we did not see the signs that were so clear now. Seifer and her last night together before his imprisonment, they must have made a pact to each other, to get back at the Garden, or so I believed. I know that in the same situation I would have done the same, but not to the extremes this couple decided on. Ransoming off the commander's girlfriend that they thought had convicted Seifer for the principal of the Garden was not something I would ever consider. I wanted to get them to understand how it was not any of our faults that Seifer had been put in jail, but the evidence against him.
Finally after some consideration about whether I should try to speak to them the words came out almost unexpectedly, "Seifer, Quistis, please listen to me, I want to know why you are doing this so please answer my question. Did you think of this because you believed that Squall and Garden wanted you in jail? That wasn't the case..."
I was interrupted when Quistis let go of her hold on Seifer's waist and walked over to me nonchalantly while I was making my statement. Quickly she slapped me with full force, throwing my head to the side. Then she spoke with much confidence, "Don't speak, I wouldn't want to have to punish you Rinoa." Then she placed her hand on her whip, trying to demonstrate her dominance over me.
Seifer had turned around to watch the show, and seemed mighty pleased with Quistis' performance. Prancing over to me, Seifer took a look at Quistis' handy work, with a huge grin on his face. I could gather from his reactions that my face had a large red handprint that had to have been looking pretty bad.
Soon thereafter they had left the room. I had felt horrible, I wanted to cry my eyes out, but I did not let my tears drop. I would not let my captors see me cry because of the things they had done to me. I tried shifting my arms and weight, but it was no use, the cuffs and metal were too much for me to move myself. So I laid there looking up at the ceiling until I passed off into a peaceful slumber.
Later that day, Irvine said aloud thoughtfully, "Well, I guess there were signs of Quistis turning rotten. I mean remember your wedding? She had gotten herself so intoxicated she couldn't walk back to her dorm. Remember Zell? You had to lug her all the way back in the middle of the reception!" They all had a chuckle remembering Quistis staggering about the hall, except Squall, who just looked up at them.
Selphie began talking about an event that none of them had ever heard from her, "One time I found her in her room crying her eyes out for some weird reason. She told me that she had gotten an email from someone asking her to do something. Apparently she didn't want to do it, but when I asked to see the email she shut off the computer and pretended everything was fine. Telling me that she was overreacting, and then we went off to the cafeteria and got some food. Come to think of it, she never mentioned it again or who sent it."
Squall said quietly, "It must have been Seifer."
Zell inquired, "Was it before the wedding?"
Selphie replied, "Yea, I believe so, but what would that have to do with anything?"
"Because that may have been why she was getting smashed. She was feeling guilty about being there on their special day while plotting evil against them. There may be good in her yet." Squall finished.
Irvine said jokingly, "This has got me all confused. I still don't understand why Seifer would want to do it anyway."
They all agreed on that thought, Seifer was just digging more of a hole for himself after his treason and now this crime of ransom. Squall put his hand on his head and they all went silent for they thought that Squall was going to get upset; angry or tearful or some combination. Then they silently continued to follow Seifer into the night.
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Whoo! 1612 words! Go me! ::shakes her hands off from typing:: Actually no, typing's not the problem it's the thinking ::puts her hand on her head:: Well, another chapter finished. Please review!!!
~Jess~
~Jess~
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Upon stepping away from Seifer, I bumped into Quistis who was standing behind me. Once I did, my hand sought her whip. Quistis slapped my hand away and a smirk donned her lips.
I shook my head and asked, "Quistis, if that whip is not for Seifer than who is it for?"
Quistis grinned at me, "Why Rinoa, it would be for you."
I gasped at thought of Quistis betraying me. I couldn't begin to understand it and I began to close my eyes and pinch my arm; I had to have been dreaming, this couldn't really be happening. When my eyes were thrown open again, Seifer was carrying me to my new prison and placed me on the solid platform. The metal of the prison was cold on my bare legs, and Seifer didn't offer any comfort. He placed metal cuffs on my arms and legs, strapping me to the metal cot, in the middle of the circular room. The jacket protected my wrists from the cold of the cuffs, but my legs had no defense. Quistis pulled up a long, gray rectangular box and pushed one of the two buttons on it, and my keep moved vertically; standing me up in the room I could only guess was for torture.
My voice had found its way out of my mouth shakily, "Why are you doing this to me!?"
My question was left unanswered and they seemed enthralled in all the gadgets and radar surrounding the room. After some time, I saw Quistis go over to Seifer and wrap her arms around his waist as he pressed some of the buttons at the control panel. He then pulled his arm around her waist and used the free hand to access the controls. My heart laid down in my chest, Quistis had only been pretending to be my friend the entire time I knew her, or perhaps Seifer had enticed her to help in his sinister plans because of her lost love for Squall.
I started to remember the day that Seifer was jailed. It had been after the defeat of Ultimecia, and Seifer was put on trial. He sneered at the judge and at all the jurors, and was overall cocky to everyone that spoke to him. Rolling his eyes at everything, he sat with his arm crossed and leaned back in his chair. He didn't look like the type that would feel guilt for any of his sins.
Squall was called to the stand, he sat there nervously I remembered. He fumbled around with his ring and was continually tapping his foot upon the wood of the small cube. Answering every question articulately and thoughtfully, the responses he gave were nothing Seifer wanted him to say. All the evidence against Seifer for treason were more than enough to condemn him, Squall's testimony had not had as much hold on the jurors as Seifer believed. Obsessively, it seemed Seifer still had the thought that Squall had been the one to convict him, and that could be the reason I was here now.
I remembered waiting outside impatiently of the courtroom with all my friends for the verdict. Squall was feeling guilty for the things he had said on the stand, but he knew that the truth had to have been said. I had put my head on his shoulder and my arm circling him, and that is when I remember looking up at Quistis. She seemed very distraught, and her eyes looked glassy as though she had been or soon would be crying. I had always known that Seifer and Quistis had feelings for each other and dismissed it as such. Little did I know that Quistis cared about him so much, she would go against everything that she believed in to help Seifer with his schemes.
After the verdict was delivered, we all went back to our dorm rooms melancholy. Almost all of us walked back slowly, our heads hanging down in sorrow. We had all liked Seifer, and to us his crimes did not seem to be exceedingly heinous, but we were not the jury. They were not heinous because he was being controlled by Edea to attack the Garden and all the things he had done. The jury could be blamed for all that had happened to Seifer in jail, not his friends that cared about him, whether or not we tended to show it. I remembered Quistis walking unusually fast down the hall to her dorm, almost in a jog, she had one of her hands up by her face and did not speak to any one of us that night, or the following week. Even on the next day, which was the day of sentencing, did she speak to us, but she wore dark black clothing as if she were at a funeral.
She had taken the news harder than the rest of us, but we did not see the signs that were so clear now. Seifer and her last night together before his imprisonment, they must have made a pact to each other, to get back at the Garden, or so I believed. I know that in the same situation I would have done the same, but not to the extremes this couple decided on. Ransoming off the commander's girlfriend that they thought had convicted Seifer for the principal of the Garden was not something I would ever consider. I wanted to get them to understand how it was not any of our faults that Seifer had been put in jail, but the evidence against him.
Finally after some consideration about whether I should try to speak to them the words came out almost unexpectedly, "Seifer, Quistis, please listen to me, I want to know why you are doing this so please answer my question. Did you think of this because you believed that Squall and Garden wanted you in jail? That wasn't the case..."
I was interrupted when Quistis let go of her hold on Seifer's waist and walked over to me nonchalantly while I was making my statement. Quickly she slapped me with full force, throwing my head to the side. Then she spoke with much confidence, "Don't speak, I wouldn't want to have to punish you Rinoa." Then she placed her hand on her whip, trying to demonstrate her dominance over me.
Seifer had turned around to watch the show, and seemed mighty pleased with Quistis' performance. Prancing over to me, Seifer took a look at Quistis' handy work, with a huge grin on his face. I could gather from his reactions that my face had a large red handprint that had to have been looking pretty bad.
Soon thereafter they had left the room. I had felt horrible, I wanted to cry my eyes out, but I did not let my tears drop. I would not let my captors see me cry because of the things they had done to me. I tried shifting my arms and weight, but it was no use, the cuffs and metal were too much for me to move myself. So I laid there looking up at the ceiling until I passed off into a peaceful slumber.
Later that day, Irvine said aloud thoughtfully, "Well, I guess there were signs of Quistis turning rotten. I mean remember your wedding? She had gotten herself so intoxicated she couldn't walk back to her dorm. Remember Zell? You had to lug her all the way back in the middle of the reception!" They all had a chuckle remembering Quistis staggering about the hall, except Squall, who just looked up at them.
Selphie began talking about an event that none of them had ever heard from her, "One time I found her in her room crying her eyes out for some weird reason. She told me that she had gotten an email from someone asking her to do something. Apparently she didn't want to do it, but when I asked to see the email she shut off the computer and pretended everything was fine. Telling me that she was overreacting, and then we went off to the cafeteria and got some food. Come to think of it, she never mentioned it again or who sent it."
Squall said quietly, "It must have been Seifer."
Zell inquired, "Was it before the wedding?"
Selphie replied, "Yea, I believe so, but what would that have to do with anything?"
"Because that may have been why she was getting smashed. She was feeling guilty about being there on their special day while plotting evil against them. There may be good in her yet." Squall finished.
Irvine said jokingly, "This has got me all confused. I still don't understand why Seifer would want to do it anyway."
They all agreed on that thought, Seifer was just digging more of a hole for himself after his treason and now this crime of ransom. Squall put his hand on his head and they all went silent for they thought that Squall was going to get upset; angry or tearful or some combination. Then they silently continued to follow Seifer into the night.
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Whoo! 1612 words! Go me! ::shakes her hands off from typing:: Actually no, typing's not the problem it's the thinking ::puts her hand on her head:: Well, another chapter finished. Please review!!!
~Jess~