Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VIII or any of the crap in it (as if that wasn't already bloody obvious)
Wrongfully accused
Chapter One
The cold end of the gun was pressed hard against his temple, but he didn't care. He barely even noticed. The only thing he saw was the lifeless figure lying on the ground in front of him. Her hair matted around her face stained with dry blood, her clothes shredded and torn, her arms bruised and bleeding, but the real horror of her now disfigured body was the wound in her chest. Bloody and deep it bore a single blade both elegant and ominous.
He didn't even know the girl, he had never met her and yet he couldn't help but feel a tremendous sadness over her death. She was so young, so innocent. She'd only tried to protect her friends but had ended up getting them all killed. Their bodies were strewn all over the room, covered in blood. He wanted to reach out, to bring her back to life, to bring them all back to life, but most of all he wanted to kill the murderous bastard standing beside him.
"Do you like my handy work?" The raspy voice sent shivers down his spine. "Well? Answer me boy!"
"Fuck you!"
"Well well well, look what you've has been reduced to. Simple insults. Don't tell me you're out of ideas. Or are you just afraid.?"
"You're the one who's afraid." His voice weak from fatigue but he was determined to say what was on his mind. The man beside him just laughed.
"Afraid, why would I be afraid?"
"You're too scared to fight me, you run in here with your lackeys and get them to do all the dirty work, you didn't have the guts to go against any of us."
A fist connected sharply with his jaw sending him flying across the room. Light flashed before his eyes as his head hit the wall with a sickening thud.
"Get up! Come on, fight me! I'll show you who's scared." His opponent yelled.
This was the opportunity he'd been waiting for, a chance to fight with this dog one on one. He searched around for his gunblade. He couldn't see it, it wasn't anywhere in this room. On top of that his head was pounding, he couldn't see clearly and he was bleeding profusely from a large gash in his right leg. 'This does not look good, there is no way I can face this asshole and walk away in one piece'
He slowly stood up, using the wall for support and took another look at his surroundings. 'Come on, there has to be something here I can use'
Another blow came out of nowhere, striking him in the stomach, forcing him to the ground. A boot connected sharply with his ribs forcing him up against the wall and struck him again repeatedly.
"Had enough?" The voice was almost a yell but he didn't here. The only noise to be heard was the sound of his unsteady breathing. A hand grabbed his collar and pulled him to his feet.
"Not so tough now are you? You're pathetic Seifer!"
"Tell someone who cares!"
"All right I will, let's see if you're friends will let you come back to garden after they find out about all these people you ruthlessly murdered."
"Wha?!"
"Sweet dreams Seifer"
The last thing he saw was the look of contentment on his attackers face as everything went black.
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What do you think? Should I upload another chapter or just put this story out of it's misery while I still have some dignity left?