Final Fantasy VIII: Dreamers
Author: The Notorious Naurwen
Chapter 9: Fate and Photographs
Tempest ran so fast and hard that she could barely breathe. The sound of Maverick's boots came from behind her, but she dared not to turn around. The scrawny gunbladist ran faster, coming to a full sprint.
"TEMPEST LEONHART MUST DIE!" Maverick screamed, increasing her speed so that she could keep up. Tempest finally spotted the elevator in the distance. Fate now smiling on her, Tempest pushed the button and dived in between the titanium doors. Pushing the 3rd Floor button frantically, Tempest cursed under breath.
"C'mon, c'mon, close! Please, close!" The ink black-haired girl pleaded, Maverick getting closer by the second. The taller blonde had just reached the elevator when the doors shut, blocking her out.
~*~*~*~
"I have my control back," Seraph said, gazing into her crystal, "but how long can I keep it?" The small girl paused. "Perhaps this Almasy girl's dreams are fueling me." She did look like she was in better health and somehow older.
The child walked to the balcony, her crystal orb following her as she did so. Looking out onto the feral landscape of the Galbadian Mountains, Seraph sighed. Her castle was more momentous then Ultimecia's: white and grand, covered with carvings of angels out of marble and crystal. It looked as if it had fallen straight from the heavens by Hyne's hand. It was the White Angel Castle.
"Mother . . . " Seraph began, "you had all this power and did nothing. You hid your Powers and did nothing to change your fate. You were a fool . . . you left me alone when you died." Tears formed in Seraph's big bottle green eyes and she clenched her fists. "You foolish, foolish woman . . . "
The raven-haired child snapped her fingers and a photograph appeared in the space in front of her. It was a picture of a woman with wild red hair and bottle green eyes in a hospital room with child. Right next to her, a man stood, with raven black hair and sky blue eyes. He was holding the red haired woman's hand and they were smiling broadly. In the background of this picture, a woman with chocolate brown eyes and ink black hair lay on the bed next to her, her stomach bulging. A man stood by her, also. He had brown hair and tempestuous blue eyes. A pink scar ran diagonally from his forehead over the bridge of his nose . . .
Seraph traced the out line of the black haired man and red hair woman with a frail finger, a sort of softness overcoming her eyes. "Mama . . . Papa . . . why did you have to leave me? Why didn't you change Fate?"
~*~*~*~
Jackal Kinneas made his way back to his dorm late from the Training Center. Wiping away the sweat that had accumulated over his brow, he packed his Nunchaku away in their rightful place by his hip.
He was on the short side with messy brown hair and a drop dead gorgeous smile that caused all the girls to melt. His violet eyes were the most beautiful anyone had ever seen. But, even though he'd flirt, he never dated. There was only one girl that was on his mind, and her name was Maverick Almasy.
A flicker of motion in the corner of his eye caught Jackal's attention. He turned to see his secret love pounding on the door of the elevator. Thinking something was wrong, he walked up to her.
"Maverick, are you al-" Just as Jackal placed his hand on Maverick's shoulder, he was shaved roughly away by a powerful magic force.
~*~*~*~
"Do not interfere!" Seraph growled, pleased that her spell had successfully repelled the teenager. "Maybe I'm not so week after all . . ."
~*~*~*~
Jackal finally saw Maverick's eyes. They were vacant and impassive. He knew right away what had happened to her.
"Maverick! Your dreams have been stolen!" He threw his arms around the dreamless teenager to restrain her. Maverick struggled and tried to escape from his arms, but Jackal was too strong for her (probably one of the only boys at Garden that actually was stronger than her).
"Let go!" The blonde girl screamed, wriggling and trying to get loose.
"Sorry, Maverick, but I can't do that. Not when you could hurt someone." Jackal replied. "Maverick . . . tell me who you're after. Please . . ."
Maverick stopped wiggling. "Jackal . . . I'm a puppet . . ." Maverick was in control for now, Jackal knew, but he still kept his hold in case. "Please keep me away from Tempest . . . take away my gunblade." Jackal did as he was told and discarded the gun-sword hybrid to the floor. Her eyes glazed over again and Maverick continued to struggle.
~*~*~*~
"Thank you for your help, Griffin." Quistis Trepe-Almasy said, smiling at her son. He returned the smile and stood up.
"You're welcome, Mom. I'm always happy to keep you company and grade papers." Griffin kissed his mother on the cheek goodnight and bid her farewell, walking out of the classroom. He felt sorry for his mother. It was like the only thing she had left was being a mother and a teacher. As if she had lost herself.
Griffin pushed the elevator button, but in his tired state, pushed the 3rd floor button instead of the 1st. Cursing under his breath, he watched the doors slide open.
Inside the elevator was a very shaken Tempest. Knowing right away that something was wrong, Griffin asked:
"What happened to you?"
Tempest was silent at first, the little color she had had gone from her cheeks. "Maverick lost her Dreams. Griffin, she's trying to kill me!" Tempest shuddered and Griffin put his arm around the scrawny gunbladist to comfort her. The doors opened and Tempest and Griffin stepped out, only to watch the elevator go down again.
"Dad!" Tempest shouted, searching frantically. "Dad!"
A rustling from her father's chambers could be heard. Squall emerged from his room, Rinoa beside him, both with identical expressions of confusion.
"What's wrong, Tempest?" Squall asked.
Tempest was about to answer when the elevator doors opened to reveal Jackal restraining Maverick. Jackal smiled uncomfortably and kept his hold.
"She was chasing Tempest. Maverick told me." He said simply.
Squall looked around incredulously. "What's going on?" He demanded, looking at the teenagers expectantly.
"Okay," Tempest began, "I'll explain."
Author's Notes: Sooo . . . enjoy it? I'm really sorry this chapter is sort of crap, but I'm working on it and the next chapter will be better and the plot shall thicken! ^_^ Review, please!
Author: The Notorious Naurwen
Chapter 9: Fate and Photographs
Tempest ran so fast and hard that she could barely breathe. The sound of Maverick's boots came from behind her, but she dared not to turn around. The scrawny gunbladist ran faster, coming to a full sprint.
"TEMPEST LEONHART MUST DIE!" Maverick screamed, increasing her speed so that she could keep up. Tempest finally spotted the elevator in the distance. Fate now smiling on her, Tempest pushed the button and dived in between the titanium doors. Pushing the 3rd Floor button frantically, Tempest cursed under breath.
"C'mon, c'mon, close! Please, close!" The ink black-haired girl pleaded, Maverick getting closer by the second. The taller blonde had just reached the elevator when the doors shut, blocking her out.
~*~*~*~
"I have my control back," Seraph said, gazing into her crystal, "but how long can I keep it?" The small girl paused. "Perhaps this Almasy girl's dreams are fueling me." She did look like she was in better health and somehow older.
The child walked to the balcony, her crystal orb following her as she did so. Looking out onto the feral landscape of the Galbadian Mountains, Seraph sighed. Her castle was more momentous then Ultimecia's: white and grand, covered with carvings of angels out of marble and crystal. It looked as if it had fallen straight from the heavens by Hyne's hand. It was the White Angel Castle.
"Mother . . . " Seraph began, "you had all this power and did nothing. You hid your Powers and did nothing to change your fate. You were a fool . . . you left me alone when you died." Tears formed in Seraph's big bottle green eyes and she clenched her fists. "You foolish, foolish woman . . . "
The raven-haired child snapped her fingers and a photograph appeared in the space in front of her. It was a picture of a woman with wild red hair and bottle green eyes in a hospital room with child. Right next to her, a man stood, with raven black hair and sky blue eyes. He was holding the red haired woman's hand and they were smiling broadly. In the background of this picture, a woman with chocolate brown eyes and ink black hair lay on the bed next to her, her stomach bulging. A man stood by her, also. He had brown hair and tempestuous blue eyes. A pink scar ran diagonally from his forehead over the bridge of his nose . . .
Seraph traced the out line of the black haired man and red hair woman with a frail finger, a sort of softness overcoming her eyes. "Mama . . . Papa . . . why did you have to leave me? Why didn't you change Fate?"
~*~*~*~
Jackal Kinneas made his way back to his dorm late from the Training Center. Wiping away the sweat that had accumulated over his brow, he packed his Nunchaku away in their rightful place by his hip.
He was on the short side with messy brown hair and a drop dead gorgeous smile that caused all the girls to melt. His violet eyes were the most beautiful anyone had ever seen. But, even though he'd flirt, he never dated. There was only one girl that was on his mind, and her name was Maverick Almasy.
A flicker of motion in the corner of his eye caught Jackal's attention. He turned to see his secret love pounding on the door of the elevator. Thinking something was wrong, he walked up to her.
"Maverick, are you al-" Just as Jackal placed his hand on Maverick's shoulder, he was shaved roughly away by a powerful magic force.
~*~*~*~
"Do not interfere!" Seraph growled, pleased that her spell had successfully repelled the teenager. "Maybe I'm not so week after all . . ."
~*~*~*~
Jackal finally saw Maverick's eyes. They were vacant and impassive. He knew right away what had happened to her.
"Maverick! Your dreams have been stolen!" He threw his arms around the dreamless teenager to restrain her. Maverick struggled and tried to escape from his arms, but Jackal was too strong for her (probably one of the only boys at Garden that actually was stronger than her).
"Let go!" The blonde girl screamed, wriggling and trying to get loose.
"Sorry, Maverick, but I can't do that. Not when you could hurt someone." Jackal replied. "Maverick . . . tell me who you're after. Please . . ."
Maverick stopped wiggling. "Jackal . . . I'm a puppet . . ." Maverick was in control for now, Jackal knew, but he still kept his hold in case. "Please keep me away from Tempest . . . take away my gunblade." Jackal did as he was told and discarded the gun-sword hybrid to the floor. Her eyes glazed over again and Maverick continued to struggle.
~*~*~*~
"Thank you for your help, Griffin." Quistis Trepe-Almasy said, smiling at her son. He returned the smile and stood up.
"You're welcome, Mom. I'm always happy to keep you company and grade papers." Griffin kissed his mother on the cheek goodnight and bid her farewell, walking out of the classroom. He felt sorry for his mother. It was like the only thing she had left was being a mother and a teacher. As if she had lost herself.
Griffin pushed the elevator button, but in his tired state, pushed the 3rd floor button instead of the 1st. Cursing under his breath, he watched the doors slide open.
Inside the elevator was a very shaken Tempest. Knowing right away that something was wrong, Griffin asked:
"What happened to you?"
Tempest was silent at first, the little color she had had gone from her cheeks. "Maverick lost her Dreams. Griffin, she's trying to kill me!" Tempest shuddered and Griffin put his arm around the scrawny gunbladist to comfort her. The doors opened and Tempest and Griffin stepped out, only to watch the elevator go down again.
"Dad!" Tempest shouted, searching frantically. "Dad!"
A rustling from her father's chambers could be heard. Squall emerged from his room, Rinoa beside him, both with identical expressions of confusion.
"What's wrong, Tempest?" Squall asked.
Tempest was about to answer when the elevator doors opened to reveal Jackal restraining Maverick. Jackal smiled uncomfortably and kept his hold.
"She was chasing Tempest. Maverick told me." He said simply.
Squall looked around incredulously. "What's going on?" He demanded, looking at the teenagers expectantly.
"Okay," Tempest began, "I'll explain."
Author's Notes: Sooo . . . enjoy it? I'm really sorry this chapter is sort of crap, but I'm working on it and the next chapter will be better and the plot shall thicken! ^_^ Review, please!
