A/N: Hello! Like to take the time to say Merry Christmas and Happy New
Year! I started to write this on Christmas Eve at 21:20 and I'd like to say
that if, perchance (Another big word for ya, Sam. Be happy. My neighbor
doesn't even know what that means, but then again, this is the same guy
that got 0% in art ^.^) I do not post this immediately, well, that's
because I'm flupping tired (yes, that is my word)! Anyways, once again, I
must remind you that I still don't own FF8 because it belongs to someone
more important that I. Also, I still haven't played the game, so criticize
me not. Oh yeah, if, perchance, I construct the Final Fantasy World, please
don't kill me! Anyways, on with the "show"!
The Piece Of Film
The young man looked at the words on the screen, thinking that there was a mistake. There was no way he was what it said.
"Seifer Almasy. Balamb Garden, 17-20-24-03."
The young man did not think he was a "Seifer" type guy. Nah, he looked like someone else. Definitely not an Almasy. The Almasy clan was a snobbish group and thought that they were better than everyone else. Even people with amnesia would know that.
The doctor awoke after an hour had elapsed. He looked back at the screen and jumped a little but remembered not to pass out this time. He wiped the perspiration on his brow and immersed himself into deep thought. He could have thought that there were only three Almasys alive: Michel, Seifer and Sophie. He also knew that Seifer was a blond and not a brunette. He also knew that Seifer was at least six feet tall and this young man was fours inches off. After all, he was almost the same height as Old Chap over there and the good doctor knew he was at least 5'8". There was also the matter of fact where Seifer Almasy had green eyes, not icy blue.
"Seifer, huh?" The doctor said disbelievingly. This was definitely not Seifer Almasy or else he was screwed beyond belief. If he was in trouble with the authorities, well, his carcass might as well be roasting on a spit right now because he would rather die than talk to that brute again, much less lay eyes on him again.
"I guess so. Are you sure you pulled that out of me?" Old Chap asked.
"Yes I did. Under the skin, on top of your sternum, or in simpler terms, where the two gashes are in your chest." The doctor answered his patient.
"Well, I can honestly say that the name 'Seifer' sparks a few emotions and short flashes of war, but none of me answering to it. On top of that, it only generates hate and resentment." The young man answered.
"Alright. I can honestly say that you are a regular John Doe. You don't remember who you are, but you do remember who you happen to dislike and battle. Most likely you actually are a SeeD, but from which Garden, I haven't the slightest clue. You do have a certain demeanor about you that says you have experience on the battle field and your body says the same things. You have scars all over, not just the one across your forehead." The doctor said.
John Doe (A/N: Just for some of you, John Doe, Old Chap and 'the young man/fellow' are one and the same.) shot a curious eye at the doctor. 'What the Hell were you doing, looking all over my body? You didn't rape me, did you? I mean, yeah, they say that men out at sea become accustomed to living without women, but one might think you were desperate, having an-' he thought whilst he awaited the good doctor's response.
His thoughts were cut short when the doctor replied, "It was a secondary survey. I have to look for other unknown wounds, such as internal bleeding, abrasions and incisions. You know, stuff like that. No, I did not rape you while you were in your coma. I mean, yeah, I haven't been laid since-"
The doctor was cut off when his patient cleared his throat in disgust. "Thank you doctor. Your words are reassuring, but exact details on your sex life are very much unnecessary. Now, can we continue figuring out who I am really?"
"Ah, yes. Sorry about that. Well, Johnny boy, I can call you that, right?"
The patient nodded his head "yes".
"Good, well, while you were in your coma, you were screaming out names. Actually, I think it was only one. Let me go check my logs." The doctor got up and walked over to the night stand and picked up the thick navy blue book and opened it to his last entry.
"Ah, yes. It was only one name." The doctor said, peering up form the book, "A certain 'Rinola'. Does that mean anything to you?" doctor inquired.
The patient shook his head 'No'.
"Ah, well what about 'Rinoa'? That should sound at least a little fam.." The doctor's words drifted off into nothingness as Old Chap took a painful stroll down memory lane. There were jagged rocks on the road and long leaves from savage trees wiped his face.
The images passed by quickly, all shot from the same gun; all of them of same woman. She had long brown hair and a delicate frame. She was beautiful. He longed to touch her, to tell her he's all right and that he loved her. Loved her?
"Well, I can see that that name means something to you and it should. Rinoa Heartilly, daughter of General Caraway, a famous political leader. You know, you look a lot like her boyfriend, but then again, this guy doesn't go to many social events, and when he does, he arrives late to outwit the paparazzi so his face isn't all over the mourning papers with the title, 'CARAWAY'S DAUGHTER AND HER MYSTERIOUS BOYFRIEND REVEALED AT .' some social event or other. Anyways, there are other possibilities to figuring out who you are. For example, you could be the other man she's sleeping with and the real boyfriend guy found out and wants you dead."
"Oh gee, thanks. That's always reassuring." The patient smirked.
"Hey, it's just a suggestion." The doctor replied. He looked at the watch and gasped at the time, "Oh my god! It's 20:32! Do you want something to eat?"
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Rinoa Heartilly stared out the window of her dorm. The stars were out and she knew that somewhere out there, Squall was either dead, or staring at the same stars as she, thinking about all the time he wasted with her. "No, he isn't dead and he isn't thinking that he wasted his time with me. He's just busy, that's all.
'But even if he was busy, he would find the time to call his precious angel. Maybe he ran off with some busty blond and forgot to tell you that it's over.' The voice at the back of her head told her. The stupid voice never knew when to shut up and it always had the cruelest things to say.
'Shut up! HE didn't leave me!' Rinoa yelled at the voice.
'That's it dear. Keep telling it to yourself, you might end up actually believing it.' The voice sneered.
Rinoa screamed out in frustration and yanked up the closest thing to her, a letter opener. It hit the doorframe, right beside the horror stricken man.
"If this is a bad time, I can always come back later." Zell offered.
"No, it's just that pesky inner voice telling me that Squall ran off with someone else and didn't bother to tell me." Rinoa explained. Her eyes were wet and tears threatened to fall. She let out a sob.
"There, there. You don't actually believe it, do you?" Zell asked while rubbing her back and holding her protectively. He didn't know why but he always found himself playing the over protective brother around Rinoa. He dropped his defenses around Squall, knowing that the brown-haired boy would never hurt Rinoa.
"N-no, b-but I d-don't kn-know what to believe. All the other th-thoughts are w-worse." She sobbed.
"It's alright. I'm sure he's fine and didn't risk calling because his enemy probably wired the phone, trying to decide weather or not he's who he says he is. It's a pretty common technique for them to do that." Zell said comfortingly. In his heart, he knew it was not true, but could not gather the courage to tell her that. He wanted her to be happy.
"Thank you." Rinoa said, appreciatively, "I'm being sent back to my father's house today because they said that they're worried about my health. 'It's for the best' they told me. You know, I was kinda pissed when they said that, but deep down inside, I was relieved. I can't stand another day walking past his door, hoping that he was inside, unpacking his things. I can't!" She sobbed and let Zell hold her.
Her train was at 21:30. Her father's home was just on the outskirts of Deling City. She was leaving Galbadia Garden at 21:00. Secretly, she didn't want to wait for the train all by herself, nor did she want to sit alone.
Zell could sense this and offered to drive her to the train station. The young woman nodded and thanked him.
Together, they got up and left for the train station. They got there at 21:15 and waited for the train in silence. The station was deserted and the garbage, littered by others, was still on the ground, occasionally picked up by the breeze and then gently set down on the ground again.
Soon, the train arrived and Zell and Rinoa parted after saying goodbye.
Rinoa boarded the train sadly and felt alone. Her emotions weighed down on her heart as she took her steps up the train. She showed her ticket to passing guard and sat down. She stared out the window and watched as the scenery flew by. She did not want to be here.
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Zell watched as his friend boarded the train in slow motion. It was as if her emotions controlled the pace she walked at. He felt sorry for her. It must be hard to love someone and then be cut from all communication to them.
He turned around and left the station once the train was no more than a dot in the distance. He wished he could be there with her, but he had a mission that could bring her more joy than anyone could imagine.
He fished around in his pocket for the keys to the car. After he found them, he unlocked the door and climbed in. He slipped the key into the ignition and turned it. The car roared with life and back up, racing down the street and screeched to a halt when it came upon a red light or a stop sign.
Before anyone could notice he was gone, the metal monster died in the Garden parking lot. Zell opened the door and hoped out. He quickly walked through the doors and ran straight to his room to pack his things. He and Irvine had and early mission tomorrow and it was a very important one. If Squall was fed the wrong information, he could be a pretty lethal weapon.
His things were packed and he crashed for the night.
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"Good job, gentleman. I'm very pleased to her that the insane SeeD id out of our way. Now we can move straight ahead with phase two. Come here, Jesep! You have the honor of being able to leave this operation. You've cost me too much already!"
The man named Jesep crept forward, hesitantly. He looked like he was about to cry.
"Please don't kill me, sir." He cowered.
"Too late" Said 'Sir' and shot him in the third eye, dead center of his forehead. The body fell backwards and landed on the person behind him.
The man stepped aside and muttered, "Yuck!"
'Sir' began to laugh and evil laugh that would haunt the men in the basement for the rest of their lives. They did not know that one by one, each of them would die an even horrible death than Jesep.
A/N: Well, how's that? I wanna take the time to thank all of you who have read and reviewed so far, you know who you are. Hm. now why can't the people who win awards just say that? Then it wouldn't seem like Hell itself. Anyways, Merry late Christmas! Oh yeah, what if the guy who originally said that was actually talking about a woman named Mary Christmas? Would we still say Merry Christmas? But then the poor woman would have turned around every time someone said that and it would lead to a point where she'd end up in an institute. Sorry! I'm babbling again! Bye! Oh yeah, Please review because there's no point in reading up to here and not saying a single word!
The Piece Of Film
The young man looked at the words on the screen, thinking that there was a mistake. There was no way he was what it said.
"Seifer Almasy. Balamb Garden, 17-20-24-03."
The young man did not think he was a "Seifer" type guy. Nah, he looked like someone else. Definitely not an Almasy. The Almasy clan was a snobbish group and thought that they were better than everyone else. Even people with amnesia would know that.
The doctor awoke after an hour had elapsed. He looked back at the screen and jumped a little but remembered not to pass out this time. He wiped the perspiration on his brow and immersed himself into deep thought. He could have thought that there were only three Almasys alive: Michel, Seifer and Sophie. He also knew that Seifer was a blond and not a brunette. He also knew that Seifer was at least six feet tall and this young man was fours inches off. After all, he was almost the same height as Old Chap over there and the good doctor knew he was at least 5'8". There was also the matter of fact where Seifer Almasy had green eyes, not icy blue.
"Seifer, huh?" The doctor said disbelievingly. This was definitely not Seifer Almasy or else he was screwed beyond belief. If he was in trouble with the authorities, well, his carcass might as well be roasting on a spit right now because he would rather die than talk to that brute again, much less lay eyes on him again.
"I guess so. Are you sure you pulled that out of me?" Old Chap asked.
"Yes I did. Under the skin, on top of your sternum, or in simpler terms, where the two gashes are in your chest." The doctor answered his patient.
"Well, I can honestly say that the name 'Seifer' sparks a few emotions and short flashes of war, but none of me answering to it. On top of that, it only generates hate and resentment." The young man answered.
"Alright. I can honestly say that you are a regular John Doe. You don't remember who you are, but you do remember who you happen to dislike and battle. Most likely you actually are a SeeD, but from which Garden, I haven't the slightest clue. You do have a certain demeanor about you that says you have experience on the battle field and your body says the same things. You have scars all over, not just the one across your forehead." The doctor said.
John Doe (A/N: Just for some of you, John Doe, Old Chap and 'the young man/fellow' are one and the same.) shot a curious eye at the doctor. 'What the Hell were you doing, looking all over my body? You didn't rape me, did you? I mean, yeah, they say that men out at sea become accustomed to living without women, but one might think you were desperate, having an-' he thought whilst he awaited the good doctor's response.
His thoughts were cut short when the doctor replied, "It was a secondary survey. I have to look for other unknown wounds, such as internal bleeding, abrasions and incisions. You know, stuff like that. No, I did not rape you while you were in your coma. I mean, yeah, I haven't been laid since-"
The doctor was cut off when his patient cleared his throat in disgust. "Thank you doctor. Your words are reassuring, but exact details on your sex life are very much unnecessary. Now, can we continue figuring out who I am really?"
"Ah, yes. Sorry about that. Well, Johnny boy, I can call you that, right?"
The patient nodded his head "yes".
"Good, well, while you were in your coma, you were screaming out names. Actually, I think it was only one. Let me go check my logs." The doctor got up and walked over to the night stand and picked up the thick navy blue book and opened it to his last entry.
"Ah, yes. It was only one name." The doctor said, peering up form the book, "A certain 'Rinola'. Does that mean anything to you?" doctor inquired.
The patient shook his head 'No'.
"Ah, well what about 'Rinoa'? That should sound at least a little fam.." The doctor's words drifted off into nothingness as Old Chap took a painful stroll down memory lane. There were jagged rocks on the road and long leaves from savage trees wiped his face.
The images passed by quickly, all shot from the same gun; all of them of same woman. She had long brown hair and a delicate frame. She was beautiful. He longed to touch her, to tell her he's all right and that he loved her. Loved her?
"Well, I can see that that name means something to you and it should. Rinoa Heartilly, daughter of General Caraway, a famous political leader. You know, you look a lot like her boyfriend, but then again, this guy doesn't go to many social events, and when he does, he arrives late to outwit the paparazzi so his face isn't all over the mourning papers with the title, 'CARAWAY'S DAUGHTER AND HER MYSTERIOUS BOYFRIEND REVEALED AT .' some social event or other. Anyways, there are other possibilities to figuring out who you are. For example, you could be the other man she's sleeping with and the real boyfriend guy found out and wants you dead."
"Oh gee, thanks. That's always reassuring." The patient smirked.
"Hey, it's just a suggestion." The doctor replied. He looked at the watch and gasped at the time, "Oh my god! It's 20:32! Do you want something to eat?"
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Rinoa Heartilly stared out the window of her dorm. The stars were out and she knew that somewhere out there, Squall was either dead, or staring at the same stars as she, thinking about all the time he wasted with her. "No, he isn't dead and he isn't thinking that he wasted his time with me. He's just busy, that's all.
'But even if he was busy, he would find the time to call his precious angel. Maybe he ran off with some busty blond and forgot to tell you that it's over.' The voice at the back of her head told her. The stupid voice never knew when to shut up and it always had the cruelest things to say.
'Shut up! HE didn't leave me!' Rinoa yelled at the voice.
'That's it dear. Keep telling it to yourself, you might end up actually believing it.' The voice sneered.
Rinoa screamed out in frustration and yanked up the closest thing to her, a letter opener. It hit the doorframe, right beside the horror stricken man.
"If this is a bad time, I can always come back later." Zell offered.
"No, it's just that pesky inner voice telling me that Squall ran off with someone else and didn't bother to tell me." Rinoa explained. Her eyes were wet and tears threatened to fall. She let out a sob.
"There, there. You don't actually believe it, do you?" Zell asked while rubbing her back and holding her protectively. He didn't know why but he always found himself playing the over protective brother around Rinoa. He dropped his defenses around Squall, knowing that the brown-haired boy would never hurt Rinoa.
"N-no, b-but I d-don't kn-know what to believe. All the other th-thoughts are w-worse." She sobbed.
"It's alright. I'm sure he's fine and didn't risk calling because his enemy probably wired the phone, trying to decide weather or not he's who he says he is. It's a pretty common technique for them to do that." Zell said comfortingly. In his heart, he knew it was not true, but could not gather the courage to tell her that. He wanted her to be happy.
"Thank you." Rinoa said, appreciatively, "I'm being sent back to my father's house today because they said that they're worried about my health. 'It's for the best' they told me. You know, I was kinda pissed when they said that, but deep down inside, I was relieved. I can't stand another day walking past his door, hoping that he was inside, unpacking his things. I can't!" She sobbed and let Zell hold her.
Her train was at 21:30. Her father's home was just on the outskirts of Deling City. She was leaving Galbadia Garden at 21:00. Secretly, she didn't want to wait for the train all by herself, nor did she want to sit alone.
Zell could sense this and offered to drive her to the train station. The young woman nodded and thanked him.
Together, they got up and left for the train station. They got there at 21:15 and waited for the train in silence. The station was deserted and the garbage, littered by others, was still on the ground, occasionally picked up by the breeze and then gently set down on the ground again.
Soon, the train arrived and Zell and Rinoa parted after saying goodbye.
Rinoa boarded the train sadly and felt alone. Her emotions weighed down on her heart as she took her steps up the train. She showed her ticket to passing guard and sat down. She stared out the window and watched as the scenery flew by. She did not want to be here.
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Zell watched as his friend boarded the train in slow motion. It was as if her emotions controlled the pace she walked at. He felt sorry for her. It must be hard to love someone and then be cut from all communication to them.
He turned around and left the station once the train was no more than a dot in the distance. He wished he could be there with her, but he had a mission that could bring her more joy than anyone could imagine.
He fished around in his pocket for the keys to the car. After he found them, he unlocked the door and climbed in. He slipped the key into the ignition and turned it. The car roared with life and back up, racing down the street and screeched to a halt when it came upon a red light or a stop sign.
Before anyone could notice he was gone, the metal monster died in the Garden parking lot. Zell opened the door and hoped out. He quickly walked through the doors and ran straight to his room to pack his things. He and Irvine had and early mission tomorrow and it was a very important one. If Squall was fed the wrong information, he could be a pretty lethal weapon.
His things were packed and he crashed for the night.
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"Good job, gentleman. I'm very pleased to her that the insane SeeD id out of our way. Now we can move straight ahead with phase two. Come here, Jesep! You have the honor of being able to leave this operation. You've cost me too much already!"
The man named Jesep crept forward, hesitantly. He looked like he was about to cry.
"Please don't kill me, sir." He cowered.
"Too late" Said 'Sir' and shot him in the third eye, dead center of his forehead. The body fell backwards and landed on the person behind him.
The man stepped aside and muttered, "Yuck!"
'Sir' began to laugh and evil laugh that would haunt the men in the basement for the rest of their lives. They did not know that one by one, each of them would die an even horrible death than Jesep.
A/N: Well, how's that? I wanna take the time to thank all of you who have read and reviewed so far, you know who you are. Hm. now why can't the people who win awards just say that? Then it wouldn't seem like Hell itself. Anyways, Merry late Christmas! Oh yeah, what if the guy who originally said that was actually talking about a woman named Mary Christmas? Would we still say Merry Christmas? But then the poor woman would have turned around every time someone said that and it would lead to a point where she'd end up in an institute. Sorry! I'm babbling again! Bye! Oh yeah, Please review because there's no point in reading up to here and not saying a single word!
