Finally I updated! God it took forever to get this chapter
right, so appreciate it lol. Okay you know the drill, I do not in any way
own these characters, Squaresoft does. So r/r and enjoy!
Chapter 6: Fate is an Unkind Mistress
How can one express emotion when they are so drowned by sorrow that they feel nothing else? How can one run, when both legs are broken? How can one breath, if they can't remember how to? Helplessness; is it a feeling or a state of being? When the world is turbulent around you, but you cannot run to safety. Being caught in the storm isn't frightening; it is the state of helplessness, whether the storm is literal, or internal. The winds blow throughout the night, and the thunder sounds in the distance as the lightning illuminates the sky for but a moment. The rain falls on you like needles, small, sharp, and accurate in their decent from heaven. Heaven.Is there such a place? Or do we die and sleep forever under the earth which produced us in the beginning? Perhaps only one who knows death considers these elements, or perhaps they can simply understand it more because they are so close to it.
The silence between them was deafening; perhaps they were both in deep thought, perhaps neither knew what to say. For sure, though, they both wanted to say so much, but couldn't bear it. It had been a long and short day, all at the same time, it was quite unusual. So much had happened in the littlest bit of time, and there was nothing they could do to stop it. Finally Seifer spoke.
"What do we do now?" he asked quietly, still not himself, but regaining something that resembled his attributes.
"Well," she took a long breath, trying to plot everything out in her mind, "What can we do? Investigate the town, talk to people, but what do you really think we'll find?"
"Yeah," Seifer seemed to be in shock almost of his situation, and he had a right to be.
"Maybe we should just wait until morning to figure things out," Quistis was known for her keen observations, and did not want to put any more stress on Seifer.
And with that, both retired into sleep, neither said much before hand, everything needed to sink in. Quistis decided to take the downstairs bed, while Seifer took the upstairs room. In a way, they both had gained a higher sense of respect for each other.
It all seemed to make sense now to Quistis, all of it; his trouble making, his failures, everything negative that he produced. It wasn't to be heartless, and callous, it was just that he had no reason to get close to anybody, because he knew that he would have to leave them eventually. In her mind, it took a strong person to isolate themselves like that, and yet be so conspicuous. She had always wondered why he had such few friends, and why he was never in a relationship. He had sacrificed so much, as to not to hurt others.And in the process, he ended up hurting so many. Of course, she can't say that she wouldn't do the exact same thing, if it meant living. That was the thing that bothered her though, she knows that she isn't as strong as Seifer, no way no how, and yet he fell pray.How easy would it be for evil to take a hold of her? It frightened her somewhat.
Seifer also found respect, towards Quistis; he felt so stupid for breaking down the way he did. If there was one thing he hated, it was letting somebody see his weak side. She had not criticized, though, she had just been there, and understood. Nobody had acted like that towards him in a very long time, he had almost forgotten what it was like.All he knew, is that she wasn't his instructor tonight, she was Quistis, just Quistis.
With all internal thoughts drifting away in Quistis' sleep, Seifer lay awake, afraid of what waits for him in unconsciousness. Now he knew that those dreams weren't just dreams, they were real, not a haunting memory, something far more terrible. Every time he closed his eyes he saw her, and the pictures were getting clearer and clearer all the time. Yet he was so tired, so very tired, sleep was so inviting, so welcome.But no! He didn't dare sleep, not while the threat was still apparent. Perhaps he would close his eyes for a moment, to give the illusion of rest, yes, that would be alright.
He cursed himself; he was a complete imbecile, why hadn't he listened to himself? He was back in the dark.Only, it was different this time, perhaps it was something in the air, but something was indeed different. Was it just his imagination or was the dark void tinted with crimson? He didn't like it, not one bit, not that he liked it in the first place, but this time he felt.Hatred? Dizziness was fluttering upon him, it was a strange and yet familiar feeling, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
"Do you know what today is?" she asked quietly, differently, "Today is the day I take back the world."
"It won't happen," he almost laughed at the thought, but she just sighed, tiredly.
"You know I'm not dead, don't you?" he voice raised in energy, "The living heal, regain strength."
"It isn't possible," he shuddered at the thought of her returning to power in the future, "No, you are dead.You're a ghost."
"You really think that I wasn't told of my defeat before hand? Of course I knew how could I not? I may live thousands of years in the future, but history does not change.So I faked my death, to protect myself like you could not."
"Bull shit," he growled bitterly, and she just ignored him.
"Do not fret my dear knight, for tonight you redeem yourself," a red light began to glow in the distance, "I have enough power for you."
"What are you talking about? I will not help you again!" he shouted in anger, his paranoia consuming him.
"I know that, so I will do with you, what I had done in the past, towards the end of our relationship," his face paled at her words, she wouldn't dare. No, no, no not again, he had vowed that he wouldn't be used like that ever again.
"Stay away from me!" he warned, though frozen in place. She laughed, she was always laughing, that horrible never ending cackle.
"What are you going to do about it?" she asked coldly, "You have your mission now, and you will fulfill it by morning breaks in the pathetic little town of Winhil."
"No!!!" his voice was almost pleading, "Leave me alone, dear Hyne, Leave me alone!!!" the red sphere of red light grew bigger, and bigger, and bigger still until he was blinded, and numbed by this evil light of hatred. Then, everything was blank.
Seifer awoke in the morning, with the sun shining in through a nearby window, burning his eyes with its golden rays. He sighed in relief.Maybe this time it was just a dream, after all, he didn't wake up the whole night before. Still, he felt restless; nightmares tend to do that to a person. In fact, it was as if he had been awake all night.
"I gotta do something about that," he mumbled to himself. He raised hands to rub his sleepy face, but stopped inches from it in horror. For on his hands was blood, crimson red blood. Seifer shot up like a bullet and looked around him, no sign of struggle, no visible reason for the blood, and yet it was definitely not his own. He rushed to the bathroom and started scrubbing his hands, which weren't entirely cured by the scalding water, but it would have to do. But what would he tell Quistis, the truth? No, no he would not tell her a thing; it was probably nothing.Nothing?! What was he thinking? A person doesn't just wake up with blood on their hands!
He lowered his head in confusion and shame, for whatever he had done during the night. The dream wasn't a nightmare apparently, it was a treacherous reality.
Well? Took a while, I know, it is just that I have so many ideas for this story, I just don't want to rush anything. I am trying to get to the romance, but I really don't want to make it a spur of the moment rushed romance. So r/r, and I'll explain some stuff in the next chapter, k? Thanks in advance!
Chapter 6: Fate is an Unkind Mistress
How can one express emotion when they are so drowned by sorrow that they feel nothing else? How can one run, when both legs are broken? How can one breath, if they can't remember how to? Helplessness; is it a feeling or a state of being? When the world is turbulent around you, but you cannot run to safety. Being caught in the storm isn't frightening; it is the state of helplessness, whether the storm is literal, or internal. The winds blow throughout the night, and the thunder sounds in the distance as the lightning illuminates the sky for but a moment. The rain falls on you like needles, small, sharp, and accurate in their decent from heaven. Heaven.Is there such a place? Or do we die and sleep forever under the earth which produced us in the beginning? Perhaps only one who knows death considers these elements, or perhaps they can simply understand it more because they are so close to it.
The silence between them was deafening; perhaps they were both in deep thought, perhaps neither knew what to say. For sure, though, they both wanted to say so much, but couldn't bear it. It had been a long and short day, all at the same time, it was quite unusual. So much had happened in the littlest bit of time, and there was nothing they could do to stop it. Finally Seifer spoke.
"What do we do now?" he asked quietly, still not himself, but regaining something that resembled his attributes.
"Well," she took a long breath, trying to plot everything out in her mind, "What can we do? Investigate the town, talk to people, but what do you really think we'll find?"
"Yeah," Seifer seemed to be in shock almost of his situation, and he had a right to be.
"Maybe we should just wait until morning to figure things out," Quistis was known for her keen observations, and did not want to put any more stress on Seifer.
And with that, both retired into sleep, neither said much before hand, everything needed to sink in. Quistis decided to take the downstairs bed, while Seifer took the upstairs room. In a way, they both had gained a higher sense of respect for each other.
It all seemed to make sense now to Quistis, all of it; his trouble making, his failures, everything negative that he produced. It wasn't to be heartless, and callous, it was just that he had no reason to get close to anybody, because he knew that he would have to leave them eventually. In her mind, it took a strong person to isolate themselves like that, and yet be so conspicuous. She had always wondered why he had such few friends, and why he was never in a relationship. He had sacrificed so much, as to not to hurt others.And in the process, he ended up hurting so many. Of course, she can't say that she wouldn't do the exact same thing, if it meant living. That was the thing that bothered her though, she knows that she isn't as strong as Seifer, no way no how, and yet he fell pray.How easy would it be for evil to take a hold of her? It frightened her somewhat.
Seifer also found respect, towards Quistis; he felt so stupid for breaking down the way he did. If there was one thing he hated, it was letting somebody see his weak side. She had not criticized, though, she had just been there, and understood. Nobody had acted like that towards him in a very long time, he had almost forgotten what it was like.All he knew, is that she wasn't his instructor tonight, she was Quistis, just Quistis.
With all internal thoughts drifting away in Quistis' sleep, Seifer lay awake, afraid of what waits for him in unconsciousness. Now he knew that those dreams weren't just dreams, they were real, not a haunting memory, something far more terrible. Every time he closed his eyes he saw her, and the pictures were getting clearer and clearer all the time. Yet he was so tired, so very tired, sleep was so inviting, so welcome.But no! He didn't dare sleep, not while the threat was still apparent. Perhaps he would close his eyes for a moment, to give the illusion of rest, yes, that would be alright.
He cursed himself; he was a complete imbecile, why hadn't he listened to himself? He was back in the dark.Only, it was different this time, perhaps it was something in the air, but something was indeed different. Was it just his imagination or was the dark void tinted with crimson? He didn't like it, not one bit, not that he liked it in the first place, but this time he felt.Hatred? Dizziness was fluttering upon him, it was a strange and yet familiar feeling, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
"Do you know what today is?" she asked quietly, differently, "Today is the day I take back the world."
"It won't happen," he almost laughed at the thought, but she just sighed, tiredly.
"You know I'm not dead, don't you?" he voice raised in energy, "The living heal, regain strength."
"It isn't possible," he shuddered at the thought of her returning to power in the future, "No, you are dead.You're a ghost."
"You really think that I wasn't told of my defeat before hand? Of course I knew how could I not? I may live thousands of years in the future, but history does not change.So I faked my death, to protect myself like you could not."
"Bull shit," he growled bitterly, and she just ignored him.
"Do not fret my dear knight, for tonight you redeem yourself," a red light began to glow in the distance, "I have enough power for you."
"What are you talking about? I will not help you again!" he shouted in anger, his paranoia consuming him.
"I know that, so I will do with you, what I had done in the past, towards the end of our relationship," his face paled at her words, she wouldn't dare. No, no, no not again, he had vowed that he wouldn't be used like that ever again.
"Stay away from me!" he warned, though frozen in place. She laughed, she was always laughing, that horrible never ending cackle.
"What are you going to do about it?" she asked coldly, "You have your mission now, and you will fulfill it by morning breaks in the pathetic little town of Winhil."
"No!!!" his voice was almost pleading, "Leave me alone, dear Hyne, Leave me alone!!!" the red sphere of red light grew bigger, and bigger, and bigger still until he was blinded, and numbed by this evil light of hatred. Then, everything was blank.
Seifer awoke in the morning, with the sun shining in through a nearby window, burning his eyes with its golden rays. He sighed in relief.Maybe this time it was just a dream, after all, he didn't wake up the whole night before. Still, he felt restless; nightmares tend to do that to a person. In fact, it was as if he had been awake all night.
"I gotta do something about that," he mumbled to himself. He raised hands to rub his sleepy face, but stopped inches from it in horror. For on his hands was blood, crimson red blood. Seifer shot up like a bullet and looked around him, no sign of struggle, no visible reason for the blood, and yet it was definitely not his own. He rushed to the bathroom and started scrubbing his hands, which weren't entirely cured by the scalding water, but it would have to do. But what would he tell Quistis, the truth? No, no he would not tell her a thing; it was probably nothing.Nothing?! What was he thinking? A person doesn't just wake up with blood on their hands!
He lowered his head in confusion and shame, for whatever he had done during the night. The dream wasn't a nightmare apparently, it was a treacherous reality.
Well? Took a while, I know, it is just that I have so many ideas for this story, I just don't want to rush anything. I am trying to get to the romance, but I really don't want to make it a spur of the moment rushed romance. So r/r, and I'll explain some stuff in the next chapter, k? Thanks in advance!