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Chapter 2: Memories and Secrets
It was dark, but he could see images vaguely walking around, apparently unable to see him. He was dreaming again. Standing up, things started to clear, but everything was dim, as if it were a foggy night in December. He wondered where he was, nothing was recognizable, everything was almost alien to him. Tall trees sailed into the heavens, letting their manes of gold and green fall into the atmosphere. He could hear children laughing and the sounds of their footsteps as they ran. That was all there was in this place, trees and laughter, was it heaven? He had always imagined a place of laughter to be his place of eternal rest.
"Heaven?" a voice in his ear whispered. Then came that same laugh that he had heard before in the place of blackness. His eyes grew wide and he held in his breath, why he feared this monster so much was beyond him; he had fought more powerful larger monsters before, and he knew that this thing was so fragile that one blow would be its end. Still, he was frozen, not daring to look behind him. The breath on the back of his neck made his heart begin to beat a little faster, and his eyes to become more desperate.
"How could this be heaven?" the voice asked, sliding around to his right ride, "You're not going to heaven and you know it. People like you don't go to heaven; people like you don't go to hell. They go into the darkness to be eternally alone; this is where you will go, and where you will lose your soul to the darkness."
"So where am I?" he didn't dare comment on her comments, for he feared that she might be true.
"You don't remember?" she laughed again, a soft yet menacing laugh. "That is the saddest thing I have ever heard, my dear. Look around you, are you even seeing?" suddenly the fog vanished in a gust of wind, and now he could see clearly. Two boys and a girl were running around an especially large mahogany tree trunk. They were all under eleven, if not younger, and all so happy. In the distance, he could see a log cabin with wisps of smoke emerging from the chimney. A few beams of sunlight shown through the canopy that the trees had created.
"What is this?" he asked, eyes narrowing slightly; it all seemed familiar.
"Just watch."
And he did, he watched the children jumping as high as they could, trying to reach the leaves. The middle child was climbing the tree, and finally he reached a very tall branch, and a smile crept upon his lips, for he had done what his siblings could not. A crack shot through the air then, and all the children looked towards the cabin, being silent now. There was a scream, a female scream, and another gunshot. Above all the birds scattered from their homes, wary of the danger.
"Why are they just.?"
"Shh, keep watching, their uncle is approaching."
A tall stout man, who carried a riffle, approached, and immediately the children ran to him.All but the boy in the tree, who was to afraid to make his downward descent. Something was terribly wrong with the uncle though, his eyes were vacant, and his mouth hung down like a zombie. This troubled the children a great deal, for the little girl started to cry, and the eldest sibling took her hand and pulled her to run, but the uncle caught her by the collar and threw her to the ground.
The boy in the tree was clenching his eyes shut, tears leaking out, but he was unable to stay in that state, he had to see what was to happen. Hugging the tree branch he watched and his oldest brother shielded their sister. The uncle raised the rifle, and another shot rang throughout the forest. The sister began to cry and struggle backwards, begging to her uncle to remember her face. The boy in the tree was trying with all his will not to make a noise. Another blast. A pause. Then, another shot, the final shot sang the song of death in the forest, leaving only the little boy, still clinging to the branch, too scared to move.
"What is this?!" he asked sharply to the demon behind him.
"Don't you recognize it? Compare you frozen state to the boy's, do you not see the resemblance? He has fair golden hair, and the most strangest of sea green eyes.That's why I did it I suppose, your eyes, your eyes that told stories of bravery, valor, and an unspeakable fire. I knew that this would only bring that fire to a roaring torrent of inferno of hate and mistrust, all which I could use."
His heart seemed to stop at that moment, he has witnessed his families slaughter, all caused by her. Tears began to weld up in his eyes as the repressed memories began to resurface. He had never thought for an instant about his family, why he was an orphan, he must have blocked it out. Fury began to rage within his heart, and he began to shake.
"I can still use you, and I will.I have watched your life unfold, my dear, I have protected you, and I have created misery for you, all so you would be strong enough for my wishes."
"I will not be used again," he shuddered at the tone of his voice; it looked like the monster had accomplished her goal, for he had never felt hatred like he felt at that moment.
"And what will you do, my dear, dear boy?" she asked sounding quite amused.
"I will kill you," it wasn't a simple statement to her; it was a promise to himself.
"And how will you do that? You can't kill the dead.."
Seifer awoke in a soft bed, light shining through an unfamiliar window. He had only been dreaming, and yet it had seemed so real, but as soon as his eyes opened, the dream began to slip into only vague memories.
"Seifer!" he heard from his left. Almost immediately he recognized the voice as his Instructor. Slowly he sat up, and swung his legs over the bed. He couldn't help smile at the look of deep concern on her face.
"What happened?" he questioned groggily, running a hand through his hair.
"That woman must have put some sort of spell on you, a real spell." she got up and started walking towards the window, "You started coughing blood, remember? And then you just passed out.I was so scared for you, I thought that." she stopped at the window and turned her head in his direction. The sun hit her eyes, making them look electric blue, just like the most crystal water on the most beautiful beach. He had never her seen her like that.
"I was dead?" he completed her sentence and sighed, "No, it wasn't a spell, it wasn't magic at all."
"What?" her brows came together in a confused manner, "If it wasn't a spell, then why did that happen Seifer?"
"My secret is out I guess," he slowly stood up and walked towards her, "You want to know the real reason I let myself be controlled by Edea.Or should I say Ultimecia? She said she would cure me."
"Cure you," she turned her body in towards him.
"In reality she had no intention of helping me, just using me," the words touched a chord in him, and a sudden realization dawned on him, "She was using me from day one."
"Seifer I don't understand."
"Okay, maybe this will help," he carefully took off his trench coat, and pulled from a pocket a syringe and bit down on its glass. He the took off his vest, exposing his well formed upper body, and seized the syringe from his mouth, and ever so carefully enter the syringe into his flesh, right between two of his ribs. He took out the needle, wincing a little, then he threw it into a corner resentfully.
"Your sick," she said quietly, "How sick?" he didn't answer. "Give me a call in the morning sick?" he shook his head. "Stay off your feet for a few says kind of sick?" he again shook his head. "This will be the last type of sick you ever get?" he lowered his head and looked at her.
"I believed in what she said, that she would save me, but it is just as good as over," he whispered. Seifer expected her to clear her throat and say something unsympathetic like 'I see,' but she took him by surprise. Quistis came very close to him, and embraced him silently."
The end to the second chapter, so come on, tell me what you think!! I'll give you this about chapter three: maybe the sickness wasn't his curse, but there definitely is a curse. So, I look forward to all your reviews! Thanks in advance.
Chapter 2: Memories and Secrets
It was dark, but he could see images vaguely walking around, apparently unable to see him. He was dreaming again. Standing up, things started to clear, but everything was dim, as if it were a foggy night in December. He wondered where he was, nothing was recognizable, everything was almost alien to him. Tall trees sailed into the heavens, letting their manes of gold and green fall into the atmosphere. He could hear children laughing and the sounds of their footsteps as they ran. That was all there was in this place, trees and laughter, was it heaven? He had always imagined a place of laughter to be his place of eternal rest.
"Heaven?" a voice in his ear whispered. Then came that same laugh that he had heard before in the place of blackness. His eyes grew wide and he held in his breath, why he feared this monster so much was beyond him; he had fought more powerful larger monsters before, and he knew that this thing was so fragile that one blow would be its end. Still, he was frozen, not daring to look behind him. The breath on the back of his neck made his heart begin to beat a little faster, and his eyes to become more desperate.
"How could this be heaven?" the voice asked, sliding around to his right ride, "You're not going to heaven and you know it. People like you don't go to heaven; people like you don't go to hell. They go into the darkness to be eternally alone; this is where you will go, and where you will lose your soul to the darkness."
"So where am I?" he didn't dare comment on her comments, for he feared that she might be true.
"You don't remember?" she laughed again, a soft yet menacing laugh. "That is the saddest thing I have ever heard, my dear. Look around you, are you even seeing?" suddenly the fog vanished in a gust of wind, and now he could see clearly. Two boys and a girl were running around an especially large mahogany tree trunk. They were all under eleven, if not younger, and all so happy. In the distance, he could see a log cabin with wisps of smoke emerging from the chimney. A few beams of sunlight shown through the canopy that the trees had created.
"What is this?" he asked, eyes narrowing slightly; it all seemed familiar.
"Just watch."
And he did, he watched the children jumping as high as they could, trying to reach the leaves. The middle child was climbing the tree, and finally he reached a very tall branch, and a smile crept upon his lips, for he had done what his siblings could not. A crack shot through the air then, and all the children looked towards the cabin, being silent now. There was a scream, a female scream, and another gunshot. Above all the birds scattered from their homes, wary of the danger.
"Why are they just.?"
"Shh, keep watching, their uncle is approaching."
A tall stout man, who carried a riffle, approached, and immediately the children ran to him.All but the boy in the tree, who was to afraid to make his downward descent. Something was terribly wrong with the uncle though, his eyes were vacant, and his mouth hung down like a zombie. This troubled the children a great deal, for the little girl started to cry, and the eldest sibling took her hand and pulled her to run, but the uncle caught her by the collar and threw her to the ground.
The boy in the tree was clenching his eyes shut, tears leaking out, but he was unable to stay in that state, he had to see what was to happen. Hugging the tree branch he watched and his oldest brother shielded their sister. The uncle raised the rifle, and another shot rang throughout the forest. The sister began to cry and struggle backwards, begging to her uncle to remember her face. The boy in the tree was trying with all his will not to make a noise. Another blast. A pause. Then, another shot, the final shot sang the song of death in the forest, leaving only the little boy, still clinging to the branch, too scared to move.
"What is this?!" he asked sharply to the demon behind him.
"Don't you recognize it? Compare you frozen state to the boy's, do you not see the resemblance? He has fair golden hair, and the most strangest of sea green eyes.That's why I did it I suppose, your eyes, your eyes that told stories of bravery, valor, and an unspeakable fire. I knew that this would only bring that fire to a roaring torrent of inferno of hate and mistrust, all which I could use."
His heart seemed to stop at that moment, he has witnessed his families slaughter, all caused by her. Tears began to weld up in his eyes as the repressed memories began to resurface. He had never thought for an instant about his family, why he was an orphan, he must have blocked it out. Fury began to rage within his heart, and he began to shake.
"I can still use you, and I will.I have watched your life unfold, my dear, I have protected you, and I have created misery for you, all so you would be strong enough for my wishes."
"I will not be used again," he shuddered at the tone of his voice; it looked like the monster had accomplished her goal, for he had never felt hatred like he felt at that moment.
"And what will you do, my dear, dear boy?" she asked sounding quite amused.
"I will kill you," it wasn't a simple statement to her; it was a promise to himself.
"And how will you do that? You can't kill the dead.."
Seifer awoke in a soft bed, light shining through an unfamiliar window. He had only been dreaming, and yet it had seemed so real, but as soon as his eyes opened, the dream began to slip into only vague memories.
"Seifer!" he heard from his left. Almost immediately he recognized the voice as his Instructor. Slowly he sat up, and swung his legs over the bed. He couldn't help smile at the look of deep concern on her face.
"What happened?" he questioned groggily, running a hand through his hair.
"That woman must have put some sort of spell on you, a real spell." she got up and started walking towards the window, "You started coughing blood, remember? And then you just passed out.I was so scared for you, I thought that." she stopped at the window and turned her head in his direction. The sun hit her eyes, making them look electric blue, just like the most crystal water on the most beautiful beach. He had never her seen her like that.
"I was dead?" he completed her sentence and sighed, "No, it wasn't a spell, it wasn't magic at all."
"What?" her brows came together in a confused manner, "If it wasn't a spell, then why did that happen Seifer?"
"My secret is out I guess," he slowly stood up and walked towards her, "You want to know the real reason I let myself be controlled by Edea.Or should I say Ultimecia? She said she would cure me."
"Cure you," she turned her body in towards him.
"In reality she had no intention of helping me, just using me," the words touched a chord in him, and a sudden realization dawned on him, "She was using me from day one."
"Seifer I don't understand."
"Okay, maybe this will help," he carefully took off his trench coat, and pulled from a pocket a syringe and bit down on its glass. He the took off his vest, exposing his well formed upper body, and seized the syringe from his mouth, and ever so carefully enter the syringe into his flesh, right between two of his ribs. He took out the needle, wincing a little, then he threw it into a corner resentfully.
"Your sick," she said quietly, "How sick?" he didn't answer. "Give me a call in the morning sick?" he shook his head. "Stay off your feet for a few says kind of sick?" he again shook his head. "This will be the last type of sick you ever get?" he lowered his head and looked at her.
"I believed in what she said, that she would save me, but it is just as good as over," he whispered. Seifer expected her to clear her throat and say something unsympathetic like 'I see,' but she took him by surprise. Quistis came very close to him, and embraced him silently."
The end to the second chapter, so come on, tell me what you think!! I'll give you this about chapter three: maybe the sickness wasn't his curse, but there definitely is a curse. So, I look forward to all your reviews! Thanks in advance.