Emerald Tears 6/?
By Nix Winter
Disclaimers: I don't own them. The Final Fantasy series is a great set of games. I urge you to buy them and play. I should also point out that this story is entirely my responsibility
Notes: Squall could not pick Seifer up until morning, when the Doctor released him. .
Emerald Tears
Heroes come in many shades and varieties. Martin Zeperus knew Seifer personally. He'd watched the blond take down his cousin. The battle of Galbadia Garden replayed nightly in Martin's dreams, with a central figure was a powerful blond who cast spells, wielded his unstoppable gunblade, and cut down seeD's like they were nothing more than training monsters. Almasy was a monster. Martin patted the gun holstered at his hip.
He had guard duty next, from zero hundred to oh-six hundred. It was the best time of the night for the blond monster to try to make his escape, Martin reasoned.
When he reached the med deck he found almost no one there. Seifer was the only patient kept over night. As quietly as he could, he moved through the open entry area, past the sterile work room, and into the patient rooms beyond. Because of the equipment that Seifer had needed after the surgery, they'd set him up in the small lobby in front of Dr. Ewen's office.
Martin paused and quietly watched. Zell was the last person he would have expected to see sitting with Seifer, holding one limp hand, rubbing it, muttering some prayer. None of them saw Almasy for the monster he was. He had been her knight and was every bit as guilty as she had been.
Zell looked up as he approached. "That time already? He hasn't so much as sighed. Maybe there ain't nothing there," Zell said sadly.
"Oh tell me that breaks your heart," Martin sneered. "Not that he should get off that easy."
"You know, I think I'll just stay with him. You can go get some sleep." Zell tried to make it sound like he was just a concerned friend, and not at all suspicious of Martin's intentions.
"No, can't do that. It's my turn with him." Martin came around the bed and leaned over to look at the equipment. "So how the hell did he steal a gf from Cmdr. Leonhart?"
"He didn't steal the gf," Zell defended. "It was just something to do with that thing that was in his head. "You got the wrong idea of him. He ain't evil."
Seifer moaned, upper lip twitching. One fist doubled up and pulled at the wrist restraint holding him. "Hey, what are you doing?"
"I shut off the pain suppressor." Martin had also pulled his pistol and was now pointing that at Zell as one hand released the wrist restraint. "Monsters like him don't deserve any kind of relief. Now are you going to help me or get in my way. There is some justice to be had tonight. You want some of it."
"Sure do," Zell said, smiling, as he took a swing at Martin from his blind side. Both of them fell on Seifer, who was hissing between clenched teeth as he came back to consciousness. Zell put another punch to Martin's head, "Just ain't you that's gonna give it. Justice means Seifer gets back what he lost and gets to know who loves him, you sorry lamer!"
Martin swung his pistol at Zell, knocking him back, following with a side kick that caught Zell in the gut. "You didn't see him do what I did! He's a soulless monster!"
Seifer was awake enough to take that in. Holding in all sound, Seifer unfastened his other wrist and sat up, pulling out the IVs in his right hand, then undoing his ankles.
"He is a murdering demon, Zell! Trust me! I saw him!"
"I fought against him too! But Martin! It wasn't his fault. Seifer wouldn't do those things."
"Well, then I'm the monster," Martin said, shrugging slightly as he fired at Zell.
Seifer jumped, attacking Martin from behind He didn't have enough strength or mass to fight Selphie let alone a six foot tall and insanely furious SeeD sharpshooter. Martin reached around and grabbed a handful of blond hair, dragging Seifer around so he could get the pistol right to his temple. "She was my cousin. Her name was Emerilda. She had red hair. Do you remember killing her?"
"No," Seifer said, not fighting, keeping his eyes locked with Martin's as he tried to listen to the voice in his head that claimed he could throw a healing spell at Zell. "I don't remember."
"You fucking shit! You killed so many people you don't even remember! She was in Galbadia! You do remember Galbadia, don't you?" Martin shoved Seifer up against the glass of the doctor's office, moved the pistol to below his chin. "You do remember! Don't play games with me."
//There, that's the name of the energy, just summon it. You've done it before.// Cerberus whispered.
It made Seifer's palm tingle, made him nauseous as this spell energy rose and snapped from him to Zell. Zell gasped, body arching at the spell re- knitted his belly and internal organs.
The effort made Seifer dizzy so that the only thing holding him up was Martin's hand in his hair, the wall he leaned against. "Do you think he's going to help you? Dumb ass. He's not going to help you! No one will help you, you murderous bastard."
//One more spell, you can do it, Sei-chan. Cast sleep, feel the name of the spell, call it// Cerberus urged, coaxed, but Seifer couldn't, it took too much effort just to breath. //Make him go to sleep!//
"You're a dangerous freak," Martin snarled, "No one is going to miss you."
"I'm sorry," Seifer said, genuine, but not groveling.
The grip Martin had on Seifer's hair jerked and released. Zell had one arm around his throat, dragging him backwards. "Seifer said he was sorry, so let it go!"
"He's insane! He'll kill again!"
"Only after he passes his SeeD exam!" Zell growled, strong arming Martin till he was bent over the bed Seifer had been laying on. With Martin pinned, Zell turned to ask, "Seifer are alright, man?"
Seifer, however, wasn't there any more.
By Nix Winter
Disclaimers: I don't own them. The Final Fantasy series is a great set of games. I urge you to buy them and play. I should also point out that this story is entirely my responsibility
Notes: Squall could not pick Seifer up until morning, when the Doctor released him. .
Emerald Tears
Heroes come in many shades and varieties. Martin Zeperus knew Seifer personally. He'd watched the blond take down his cousin. The battle of Galbadia Garden replayed nightly in Martin's dreams, with a central figure was a powerful blond who cast spells, wielded his unstoppable gunblade, and cut down seeD's like they were nothing more than training monsters. Almasy was a monster. Martin patted the gun holstered at his hip.
He had guard duty next, from zero hundred to oh-six hundred. It was the best time of the night for the blond monster to try to make his escape, Martin reasoned.
When he reached the med deck he found almost no one there. Seifer was the only patient kept over night. As quietly as he could, he moved through the open entry area, past the sterile work room, and into the patient rooms beyond. Because of the equipment that Seifer had needed after the surgery, they'd set him up in the small lobby in front of Dr. Ewen's office.
Martin paused and quietly watched. Zell was the last person he would have expected to see sitting with Seifer, holding one limp hand, rubbing it, muttering some prayer. None of them saw Almasy for the monster he was. He had been her knight and was every bit as guilty as she had been.
Zell looked up as he approached. "That time already? He hasn't so much as sighed. Maybe there ain't nothing there," Zell said sadly.
"Oh tell me that breaks your heart," Martin sneered. "Not that he should get off that easy."
"You know, I think I'll just stay with him. You can go get some sleep." Zell tried to make it sound like he was just a concerned friend, and not at all suspicious of Martin's intentions.
"No, can't do that. It's my turn with him." Martin came around the bed and leaned over to look at the equipment. "So how the hell did he steal a gf from Cmdr. Leonhart?"
"He didn't steal the gf," Zell defended. "It was just something to do with that thing that was in his head. "You got the wrong idea of him. He ain't evil."
Seifer moaned, upper lip twitching. One fist doubled up and pulled at the wrist restraint holding him. "Hey, what are you doing?"
"I shut off the pain suppressor." Martin had also pulled his pistol and was now pointing that at Zell as one hand released the wrist restraint. "Monsters like him don't deserve any kind of relief. Now are you going to help me or get in my way. There is some justice to be had tonight. You want some of it."
"Sure do," Zell said, smiling, as he took a swing at Martin from his blind side. Both of them fell on Seifer, who was hissing between clenched teeth as he came back to consciousness. Zell put another punch to Martin's head, "Just ain't you that's gonna give it. Justice means Seifer gets back what he lost and gets to know who loves him, you sorry lamer!"
Martin swung his pistol at Zell, knocking him back, following with a side kick that caught Zell in the gut. "You didn't see him do what I did! He's a soulless monster!"
Seifer was awake enough to take that in. Holding in all sound, Seifer unfastened his other wrist and sat up, pulling out the IVs in his right hand, then undoing his ankles.
"He is a murdering demon, Zell! Trust me! I saw him!"
"I fought against him too! But Martin! It wasn't his fault. Seifer wouldn't do those things."
"Well, then I'm the monster," Martin said, shrugging slightly as he fired at Zell.
Seifer jumped, attacking Martin from behind He didn't have enough strength or mass to fight Selphie let alone a six foot tall and insanely furious SeeD sharpshooter. Martin reached around and grabbed a handful of blond hair, dragging Seifer around so he could get the pistol right to his temple. "She was my cousin. Her name was Emerilda. She had red hair. Do you remember killing her?"
"No," Seifer said, not fighting, keeping his eyes locked with Martin's as he tried to listen to the voice in his head that claimed he could throw a healing spell at Zell. "I don't remember."
"You fucking shit! You killed so many people you don't even remember! She was in Galbadia! You do remember Galbadia, don't you?" Martin shoved Seifer up against the glass of the doctor's office, moved the pistol to below his chin. "You do remember! Don't play games with me."
//There, that's the name of the energy, just summon it. You've done it before.// Cerberus whispered.
It made Seifer's palm tingle, made him nauseous as this spell energy rose and snapped from him to Zell. Zell gasped, body arching at the spell re- knitted his belly and internal organs.
The effort made Seifer dizzy so that the only thing holding him up was Martin's hand in his hair, the wall he leaned against. "Do you think he's going to help you? Dumb ass. He's not going to help you! No one will help you, you murderous bastard."
//One more spell, you can do it, Sei-chan. Cast sleep, feel the name of the spell, call it// Cerberus urged, coaxed, but Seifer couldn't, it took too much effort just to breath. //Make him go to sleep!//
"You're a dangerous freak," Martin snarled, "No one is going to miss you."
"I'm sorry," Seifer said, genuine, but not groveling.
The grip Martin had on Seifer's hair jerked and released. Zell had one arm around his throat, dragging him backwards. "Seifer said he was sorry, so let it go!"
"He's insane! He'll kill again!"
"Only after he passes his SeeD exam!" Zell growled, strong arming Martin till he was bent over the bed Seifer had been laying on. With Martin pinned, Zell turned to ask, "Seifer are alright, man?"
Seifer, however, wasn't there any more.