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Chapter 55: Adieu Part II

Ocea sat at the helm, her eyes wet with tears. The Venus rested on a plateau, her captain too unstable to fly. Ocea's hands clutched the handles. Frozen in place to a degree, the drops rolled down her burning cheeks. Finally breaking down, she collapsed into a folded heap, her chest heaving from the gasping sobs.

She rose her face to the windshield, wiping away the tears with her fingertips. She sniffed, and held the controls again. She put a mini disk in the console, A.F.I. blaring from the speakers. Her hands trembling, she pushed the thrust, and pulled up the controls. The plane lifted off, and went forward, attempting to leave the past behind.

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Squall sat at the Adonis's controls, altering the dash. He grabbed a tube of superglue, and set a locator on the dash with it. He had gotten the locator from Kiros the night before. Sitting in the bay at Fisherman's Horizon, the natives worked on the shields, and such.

He rose, and stretched, the ache from sitting for hours in his legs. He shook his leg, the cramp hurting, and reminding him of his father. His jaw clenched, and released, the anger evident in his face. The crew leader walked into the cockpit, and reported that they had finished. Squall nodded, and paid him, and sat down at the helm again. The man left, and Squall lifted off, a fire blazing in his eyes.

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Ocea watched a blip on the screen of her infrared, the craft hovering in the ring of islands near Centra. The blip pulsated, and stayed in one spot. She bit her cheeks, and sat pondering whether it was what she was looking for. She marked the spot on her map, and turned the plane around.

She landed by her home, and went inside. She looked through drawers, and her belongings. Her home a mess, she finally walked down to her "washroom." Looking on her shelves, she put a few jars in a black bag. She found what she was looking for, a set of ceremonial clothes. The black silk felt cool against her cheek, the cold in the room trapped in the cloth.

She put them in the bag, and put in a few more jars. She wrapped a few bundles of dried herbs in white cloths. She set the bag down, and walked to the scrying bowl. She took the pitcher, and filled it in the lagoon. She poured it into the bowl, and peered inside. Her solemn face peered in, a slight reflection of the vision on her face. Fire consumed the vision, and other inutterable sights seen by her eyes.

An expression of horror filled her face, and she pulled away, closing her eyes. She fell to her knees, and her hand grazed the bag. She looked at it, and grabbed the black shadow of a bag. Due to black arts, it could blend into the shadows unoticed.

Rising to her feet, she slung the bag over her shoulder, and walked upstairs. A flick of her wrist, and the room was restored to its former organized chaos. Ocea walked right over the side of the cave, and her wings unfurrled as she plumeted to the earth.

Black feathers were soon safely inside the Venus, and she searched for other possible sights over the world. Her stomache gurgled in starvation a few hours later, her thirst for blood, and flesh left unquenched. Seeing little reason to not eat, she, Ocea herself, left out for a kill. Her heartache would soon be lost in the carcass of a hapless victim.

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Oceania strolled the streets of Dollet, the radio tower standing ominously in the backdrop. Her black trench coat hid her figure, and the hood hid her face. The shadows, hid her glowing eyes. She sniff the air in search of food, and hid in an alleyway.

A man walked by, and the scent of magic entrenched his flesh. His clothes nonchalantly swayed in the breeze, the rain making his white shirt stick to his well built chest. His brown hair swayed slightly in the night's breeze. Seeing the hate for Squall in herself, Latisha took over.

She cast aside her rainments to reveal her gothic short skirt, and barely there shirt. She led him into the alley. She pinned him against the wall, and slit his wrist, and a small gash in his throat. He didn't care, entrapt by her sexuality. She led him farther into alley, into where only shadows see.

Although she didn't go all the way with him (she isn't a whore!), she did make out with him long enough for him to bleed to death. He bled heavily, her drinking his lifeforce. His condition of being turned on had elevated his bloodpressure, and heart rate, causing him to bleed even heavier. His tongue searched greedily in her mouth, his hands wondering around her back side. Her mouth returned to his neck, and she bit him a little harder, and he grabbed his neck in instinct. His fingers were covered in blood, and he pushed her away freaked out. She looked at him, licking the blood from her teeth, and staring at him lustfully.

He tried to get away, but his legs failed him. Going into shock, he fell to the ground, shaking uncontrollably, bleeding still. Latisha squatted next to him, running her slender finger down his cheek, and neck. She used her index fingers to hold his face still, and kissed him again. His soul slipped through his mouth, and into hers. His body fell completely limp against the wall.

She flicked her hand back, and a long dagger was released from her bangle, her hand clutching the handle. She quickly slashed at his abdomen, his intestines, and other internal organs gushing onto his pants, and the ground. She cut out a select few organs, and ate. She cut off his arm at the elbow, and skinned it. The gelatinous epidermis sat next to him like a flap of cow tripe.

She repeated the arm eating, and ripped off the man's pants. She sunk her blade into his hip, a loud pop when she started to remove the leg. She skinned the leg, not much blood left to splatter. She divided the leg at the knee, another gut wrenching pop in the process.

Her fangs dug into the calf, a trickle of blood dripping from her mouth. She did likewise to the other leg, and to his upper arms. The man had been well built, and there was a bounty of muscle to eat (not in the dirty way). Having her fill, she moved on, not harming his face, or torso than necessary. But before she left, she gave her calling card in blood on the wall above the cadaver. A picture of a phoenix, and a lion seemed to be painted above the man's hands, which were pinned to the wall with smaller icicles.

[written in blood on wall:] "And the dead will live, and the lion cry. And lo, the dragon shall recieve payment for her curse, and the jackal for his crimes. The rats will die in a holy flood, and the lion shall fall at the water's edge, calling the dragon's name. But her heart will be numb, and her temperment ill. She shall look upon him in disdain, and know not his face."

Ocea walked away from the alley, time recommenced, into the shadows of society. Recloaked, she faded into the shadows of a tall building. The people in the surrounding area didn't even notice her.

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"Hello?"

Ellone groggily answered the phone in her room. On the other end was Quistis, quite shaken up.

"El... Ellone... it's Quistis," the strawberry blonde replied.

Ellone: What?

Quistis: Oceania has killed again. It looks like Squall, and the writings, and everything. We need you to check for some prophecies, and identify a body.

Ellone: What? Where's everyone? Identify who's body? Squall's?

Quistis: There's a body in Dollet that looks like Squall, but we're not sure. He's missing, and the writings talk about a lion being not acknowledged, and we think it's him.

Ellone: Why can't you guys identify it? I don't think I could-

Quistis: You are the next of kin other than Laguna. Since he adopted you, it makes you Squall's sister.

Ellone: I know, but... What about Laguna?

Quistis: He refuses to acknowledge Squall as his son...

Ellone: ...

Quistis: Ellone?

Ellone: Yes, I'm still here.

Quistis: We are going with you. Pack a couple bags, and meet us at Dock 14. Okay?

Ellone: ...Okay.

Quistis: Are you okay?

Ellone: I'll be okay.

Quistis: It's so... shocking...

Ellone: She wouldn't kill him.

Quistis: But the writings... Nevermind...

Ellone: What is it?

Quistis: Come, and you'll see for yourself.

Ellone: Good bye.

Quistis: Good bye.

(click)

Ellone collapsed onto her bed, distraught with the thought of losing her brother. Strewn across the bed, she laid in thought, morbidity consuming her every thought. Her hand lay on her barely beating chest, gasping for breath as the news knocked the wind out of her.

Ellone (quietly): Squall...