Right, the last chapter was the whole thing when Seifer and Quistis broke
out of Garden to help the forest owls. By the way, how do you put in
Italics? Oh and thanks for the reviews! ^_^
Chapter 3- Will I get there by candlelight?
The man remembered that day as the beginning of the end, the day when his life hit rock bottom. If he had just turned around, and took heed of his instincts, maybe none of this would have happened, he knew that he couldn't change the past,
"The past is the past," He muttered, "Can't change it,"
"But I have to try. . ."
A voice whispered in his head, a painful and sad voice that made his heart ache. He remembered her singing his favorite rhyme, well bits and pieces,
"If only I could remember it," He snarled. He continued walking in the rain.
"Worthless piece of shit. . ."
Seifer cursed loudly after hearing the voice of the man didn't care about him, the man who he above all other's used to fear.
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The little boy was crouched under the table, holding his knees to his bruised face. He wasn't crying, he knew if he cried he'd only be hit more,
"He's only three Ger!" The voice of his mother sounded,
"He's a worthless piece of shit! I come home form a hard day of work, I sit down to watch the television and then he knocks down that glass and I have to clean it! That boy has to learn to be less dam clumsy!" The man who the boy had to call dad was yelling at his mother as usual, there was nothing unusual about that,
"He's three years old for Hyne's sake! He didn't mean to! You didn't have to beat him like that! He's just a child!" the woman yelled,
"Oh so I suppose you'd prefer if I hit you instead." The little boy heard the sound of a stern hand hitting off a delicate face, and the sound of the body falling to the ground, he heard the screams of pain and the obscenities being yelled, "YOU WORTHLESS LITTLE SLUT! STICKING UP FOR THAT LITTLE BASTARD!"
"Please!" The woman cried, the boy had heard it all before, it happened so often now, like a play. Each character played out their part, and he was the audience. His eyes began to fill up with water; he instantly scrambled to his feet and ran to his room. Whenever the adults began to hit and yell at each other, he would go hide in his prison quarters, the small filthy box, or what he had to call his "bedroom" He hid under the sheets hoping that they would stop soon. He knew that when it did stop, his mother would run into the room and lock the doors, she would stay in his room crying while his father banged on the door and yelled abuse, she would try to stop sobbing and when she looked at Seifer, she would tell him that she just has something in her eye and that "Daddy and I just had a little argument, its nothing to worry about," But the boy knew even at the tender age of three that his Father had beat her again. His father would leave early for work the next morning that's when she would leave the boy's room to clean up.
This time when the screaming did stop, she didn't come, the boy waited and waited in his bed, but she didn't come, he heard the front door slam shut. He waited for a few minutes, but it felt like forever, slowly he left his room and crept down the hallway and saw a figure sprawled on the ground, it was his mother.
His mother was a young woman, her hair was a light shade of blonde and her eyes were of the deepest blue, she was delicate in appearance, to some it may seem that if she were to fall over that she would shatter into pieces, but Seifer knew this was untrue as his Father punched and kicked her to the ground every night, but now was different.
Her body was covered in cuts and bruises, she was bleeding heavily, her eyes were wide open staring at the ceiling, she didn't even look over at the little boy, his Father was nowhere to be seen,
"Mommy?" The little boy began to shake his mother slightly, "Mommy? Why are you lying on the ground?" but she didn't respond, not even a blink came out of her.
The door burst open, the tall man with messy hair and thick stubble came flying in, the little boy's "Daddy."
He instantly grabbed the boy, the boy was about to scream, but he tightened his grip on the boy's arm, "So much as whisper and I'll throw you were you belong, in a bag of cats being tossed into the river," The little boy instantly got the message, but he wished that his father wouldn't hold on to his arm so tightly. He dragged the boy outside,
"Where are we going?" The boy asked,
"Away from here," The father growled,
"But what about Mommy? Isn't she coming too?"
"No, now shut your god dam mouth with all these questions," The boy felt a hand whack the back of his head, it wouldn't be the first time something like that happened.
The boy was thrown into the back of his Fathers pickup, and as soon as his father got in the truck he drove out as fast as he could. When they were well out of the village his Father slammed his foot on the breaks of the truck, he got out and went to the boy,
"Get out!" The father yelled,
"Where are we going?" The boy asked,
"'We' are going no where, you are getting out now and you are never returning," The father said indignantly,
"But where will I go?" The boy pleaded, "It's so dark,"
The Father instantly picked up the boy and threw him to the ground, "I don't care where the hell you go as long as I never see you again!" With that the Father left him on a heap in the ground and drove far away, the boy sat on the ground, he was completely bewildered, he began to cry "Go on, cry you little piece of shit! It's all your good for. . ." his father's voice whispered in his head, the boy tried to hold back his tears, but they came flowing out. He looked up, in the distance he saw a light, it emitted no more light than a candle, but the boy instantly started to run to it, that was when he saw her, the girl with the candle.
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The man remembered that day, the day of his mothers death, he also remembered his revenge on his Father, he remembered hearing his Father beg for mercy, but the man showed him none whatsoever, he was a lot bigger than he was fifteen years previously and a lot stronger. He remembered hearing his Father scream with pain as his life was cut short, he had no regrets about killing him.
Chapter 3- Will I get there by candlelight?
The man remembered that day as the beginning of the end, the day when his life hit rock bottom. If he had just turned around, and took heed of his instincts, maybe none of this would have happened, he knew that he couldn't change the past,
"The past is the past," He muttered, "Can't change it,"
"But I have to try. . ."
A voice whispered in his head, a painful and sad voice that made his heart ache. He remembered her singing his favorite rhyme, well bits and pieces,
"If only I could remember it," He snarled. He continued walking in the rain.
"Worthless piece of shit. . ."
Seifer cursed loudly after hearing the voice of the man didn't care about him, the man who he above all other's used to fear.
**********************
The little boy was crouched under the table, holding his knees to his bruised face. He wasn't crying, he knew if he cried he'd only be hit more,
"He's only three Ger!" The voice of his mother sounded,
"He's a worthless piece of shit! I come home form a hard day of work, I sit down to watch the television and then he knocks down that glass and I have to clean it! That boy has to learn to be less dam clumsy!" The man who the boy had to call dad was yelling at his mother as usual, there was nothing unusual about that,
"He's three years old for Hyne's sake! He didn't mean to! You didn't have to beat him like that! He's just a child!" the woman yelled,
"Oh so I suppose you'd prefer if I hit you instead." The little boy heard the sound of a stern hand hitting off a delicate face, and the sound of the body falling to the ground, he heard the screams of pain and the obscenities being yelled, "YOU WORTHLESS LITTLE SLUT! STICKING UP FOR THAT LITTLE BASTARD!"
"Please!" The woman cried, the boy had heard it all before, it happened so often now, like a play. Each character played out their part, and he was the audience. His eyes began to fill up with water; he instantly scrambled to his feet and ran to his room. Whenever the adults began to hit and yell at each other, he would go hide in his prison quarters, the small filthy box, or what he had to call his "bedroom" He hid under the sheets hoping that they would stop soon. He knew that when it did stop, his mother would run into the room and lock the doors, she would stay in his room crying while his father banged on the door and yelled abuse, she would try to stop sobbing and when she looked at Seifer, she would tell him that she just has something in her eye and that "Daddy and I just had a little argument, its nothing to worry about," But the boy knew even at the tender age of three that his Father had beat her again. His father would leave early for work the next morning that's when she would leave the boy's room to clean up.
This time when the screaming did stop, she didn't come, the boy waited and waited in his bed, but she didn't come, he heard the front door slam shut. He waited for a few minutes, but it felt like forever, slowly he left his room and crept down the hallway and saw a figure sprawled on the ground, it was his mother.
His mother was a young woman, her hair was a light shade of blonde and her eyes were of the deepest blue, she was delicate in appearance, to some it may seem that if she were to fall over that she would shatter into pieces, but Seifer knew this was untrue as his Father punched and kicked her to the ground every night, but now was different.
Her body was covered in cuts and bruises, she was bleeding heavily, her eyes were wide open staring at the ceiling, she didn't even look over at the little boy, his Father was nowhere to be seen,
"Mommy?" The little boy began to shake his mother slightly, "Mommy? Why are you lying on the ground?" but she didn't respond, not even a blink came out of her.
The door burst open, the tall man with messy hair and thick stubble came flying in, the little boy's "Daddy."
He instantly grabbed the boy, the boy was about to scream, but he tightened his grip on the boy's arm, "So much as whisper and I'll throw you were you belong, in a bag of cats being tossed into the river," The little boy instantly got the message, but he wished that his father wouldn't hold on to his arm so tightly. He dragged the boy outside,
"Where are we going?" The boy asked,
"Away from here," The father growled,
"But what about Mommy? Isn't she coming too?"
"No, now shut your god dam mouth with all these questions," The boy felt a hand whack the back of his head, it wouldn't be the first time something like that happened.
The boy was thrown into the back of his Fathers pickup, and as soon as his father got in the truck he drove out as fast as he could. When they were well out of the village his Father slammed his foot on the breaks of the truck, he got out and went to the boy,
"Get out!" The father yelled,
"Where are we going?" The boy asked,
"'We' are going no where, you are getting out now and you are never returning," The father said indignantly,
"But where will I go?" The boy pleaded, "It's so dark,"
The Father instantly picked up the boy and threw him to the ground, "I don't care where the hell you go as long as I never see you again!" With that the Father left him on a heap in the ground and drove far away, the boy sat on the ground, he was completely bewildered, he began to cry "Go on, cry you little piece of shit! It's all your good for. . ." his father's voice whispered in his head, the boy tried to hold back his tears, but they came flowing out. He looked up, in the distance he saw a light, it emitted no more light than a candle, but the boy instantly started to run to it, that was when he saw her, the girl with the candle.
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The man remembered that day, the day of his mothers death, he also remembered his revenge on his Father, he remembered hearing his Father beg for mercy, but the man showed him none whatsoever, he was a lot bigger than he was fifteen years previously and a lot stronger. He remembered hearing his Father scream with pain as his life was cut short, he had no regrets about killing him.