BREAKING THE MIRROR
Disclaimer – I don't own any of the FF8 characters etc, but I do however own some original characters that are going to be included in this story, and the imagination I have to give them life. Hope you like it…
Epilogue – 7 Years Luck,
Footsteps echo down the black dark corridor, the tunneling was none too good, but it served its purpose.
A man with a fine crisp suit on walks the length of this corridor, despite the mud squelching under his feet onto his highly polished shoes. Lighting a cigarette with his lighter, it illuminates his handsome face.
He stops and touches what appears to be a wall. A section of the wall lifts up to reveal a transporter. Similar to the ones used in Esthar. The design for that was stolen too.
The lifter hastily makes its way down a long narrow corridor, no bends, no turns; the tunnel was dug exactly straight for this reason. The lifter gathers speeds: the orange and purple shield keeping the wind out.
After what seemed like an eternity, it stops. The man leaves the lifter, brushes his suit, puts out his cigarette and palms a part of the wall. It lights up and opens, allowing him access.
Walking up a flight of stairs, he is smartly saluted by 2 high ranking soldiers, who join him on his walk. Reaching the top of a flight of stairs, he opens the door.
Walking through the door, he walks into a small room, gets scanned once over by a device of sorts, and then walks into an observatory deck. Only one other person stands there. Their arm is in a sling; their hair is up in a ponytail. A black eye is blooming spectacularly on the left side of their face.
The room is in darkness. Where a window is, there is a black shutter. But the other person seems not to notice, as if they can see through it.
"You feeling better?" he asks.
"Still rough, I…"
The man pats their shoulder. "Hey, no worries. I think you did amazing. It's a bit of a git that they are all back."
"I should have sensed her, the bitch. I could have, if I wasn't too busy seeing the carnage happen in front of me."
"Hey, how were we to know that she was that powerful? I mean come on; she kicked the shit out or Mirror. She's the most powerful person they have."
"What about Squall? He killed Mirror."
The man says nothing for a moment.
"He is tied to her, as you said. I think if we take her out, then him, we should be fine."
"It will take a lot to take them out, especially if they are together."
The man smiles. "I know, Madame Prophecy, I know. And a lot is what we have," he says, pressing a button on a remote. The shutter opens, revealing a glass window. They look down into a huge open room, is stretches on what seems like forever. The farthest away wall is very small from where they stand.
"It's amazing Mr. Gilned, you have been doing this…"
"Since the tests were completed. They have all had a shot of the serum."
She looks down at them; all of them are practicing, copying fighting techniques that 6 well-known SeeDs are famous for using. Techniques involving 2 gunblades, a gun, a flail, a whip and fighting gloves… Hyne knows how many there re there, all practicing the exact same way.
"Even me," they say, "still, good idea, there are other whip users."
"There is, Madame Prophecy."
She smiles. Looking down at her good arm, to her hand, she sees it. Platinum ring, with a picture of a lion head, forever frozen in silent roar. It glistens under the lights.
"Please, call me Quistis."
All done folks! I'll be scribbling away at the sequel as soon as, it will be a corker, I promise! Thank you for all your reviews. Much appreciated. Craig :-)