A/N ah, here's chpt 2! It's not much, I'm afraid. My grammar's bad n so
mite be my spelling, SORRY! Now, without further adieu...
^^*~* Flashback*~*^^
The young brunette stands in the cold pond. The water laps at his waist. His shorts and t-shirt do nothing to protect him from the piercing cold. And yet he shows no sign of feeling it. His cobalt blue eyes narrow at the distance. Across the pond are shadows... shadows that twist and taunt him. He growls in frustration and wades his way forward.
"LEON!" came a shrill voice. The brunette turned and glared at the insistent blonde. He turns to her once and now she won't leave him!
Leon. She called many by their last names. She hated saying his full last name. As far as she was concerned he had no heart. So she just called him Leon. Her short blonde hair was loose and she saw with royal blue eyes through glasses. "What in the name of Hyne do you think you're doing! Matron Edea will have YOUR HEAD!" she exclaimed.
The boy snorted and turned back. The shadows at the other side settled and were motionless... lifeless. She slumped his shoulders. There was just something about them...
He stood there and watched, the cold not affecting him. He heard movement behind him and felt the water shift. He turned to see her wince as she stepped into the water and stiffly waded toward him. He stared at her as she stood beside him, her skirt and knee highs doing nothing to shield her from the brutal water. "Why?" he whispered.
She gave a weak smile. "I promised. I never br- break a prom- promise." She winked at him, shuddering. "I won't leave you alone, Leonhart."
The brunette stared at her then a small fragment of a smile twitched at the ends of his lips. She smiled back as he turned away from the pond and toward the shore. "Let's go. You'll catch your death out here."
The girl turned but must have lost her footing. The waist high water splashed as she fell into the water. She pulled him down with her.
Needless to say the two frozen and wet children returned to the orphanage and received a brutal lecture. But the memory didn't follow them. The vision remained n the pond, watching them leave.
^^*~*End*~*^^
They say one's life flashes before their eyes when they are about to die. Many claim to have done so when having gone through a supposed near death experience. He never believed that was possible.
Was that why that memory surfaced in his mind? Or was it that his mind decided to mend now and recover those memories lost because of the Guardian Forces? He wasn't sure.
All he knew was that he remembered vaguely and that now he was in serious pain. He was chained to a wall, shirtless and bare footed. His toes barely touched the cold marble floor. A small puddle of blood surrounds his feet. His head hung over loosely. The twenty-two year old's eyes were half lidded and his vision clouded by his own blood.
A soft laugh emitted from the front of the room. "Ah, the Commander has awoken" came a falsely sweet voice. He clenched his fist. "Hello again Leonhart." She hissed softly.
Silence. He was good at being quiet. He practiced well.
Even with his fiancé. A pang of guilt struck him. Rinoa... he mistreated her. He was drifting from her long before he found himself here. He never communicated with her, he never reached for her. He steadily became less of the person she claimed to love. And now he would die without seeing her. He would die without ever speaking to her.
She deserved a proper farewell.
"No she doesn't. The weakling who claims to be a sorceress is nothing more then a naive child" the enemy hissed. He heard steps get nearer.
A stiletto was driven into his neck and lips hovered close to his bloody ear. "If you only knew the fate that awaits her, that awaits all those you care for." She grabbed his chin and forced him to face her.
Vibrant amber eyes bore into his. She was inhumane, a creature in the cloak of a human. Her pale faced had markings, marking he couldn't recognize. Her crimson bangs fell low enough to brush his bloodied face. The rest of her raven hair was much shorter.
"Squall, this world and those like it will be mostly destroyed... they shall become desolate, nothing. You will loose much of what you love in the process." She pressed her lips to his cheek and licked a trail of blood dripping from a wound across his forehead. She giggled almost girlishly against his cheek. "As Ultimicia's mother, I owe her that much." She stepped back and threw her head back in laughter.
"What you, your SeeDs and Lady Heartily did those five long years ago was futile! All you did was delay the inevitable. Sure, you might have assured another timeline's peace but not here... not now. I see..." She stabbed his shoulder and gave a gasp of ecstasy as his winced and nearly groaned in sheer pain. "I see, love, what you don't. I know what's coming, I embrace it... the darkness."
Squall clenched his teeth, gritted them. She twisted the stiletto. The darkness? He tried to put the pieces together, to stay awake and understand... but the darkness lingering at the corner of his mind was too enticing.
"Yes, the shadows... they live like you and I. They *are* like you and me, Commander." she ran her fingers through his hair. "They just lack-"
"Blood that is enough. If we can't get anything from him then we might as well leave him."
The sadistic blood-thirsty creature stepped back and scowled. "What!?"
"I said we are to leave him, leave here. "
"You know we can't kill him... what I saw, he's in it." she chuckled. "So this will do nothing less then harm him painfully." she giggled. "And kill many others. But we can't kill a fated one."
Hn? He felt so lost, so confused. He heard her forsaken heels and the intruder's steps leave. The last thing he remembered before blacking out was a burning, searing pain and a wall of fire making its way toward him.
He then gave in to the shadows.
*~~*
End Chapter Two
Well, I hope u like my follow up chappie. I worked REAL hard. The chapters will eventually get longer and more detailed. Return! I promise more!
bai!
~Teri-Chan
Goddess of the Moon and Witchcraft
^^*~* Flashback*~*^^
The young brunette stands in the cold pond. The water laps at his waist. His shorts and t-shirt do nothing to protect him from the piercing cold. And yet he shows no sign of feeling it. His cobalt blue eyes narrow at the distance. Across the pond are shadows... shadows that twist and taunt him. He growls in frustration and wades his way forward.
"LEON!" came a shrill voice. The brunette turned and glared at the insistent blonde. He turns to her once and now she won't leave him!
Leon. She called many by their last names. She hated saying his full last name. As far as she was concerned he had no heart. So she just called him Leon. Her short blonde hair was loose and she saw with royal blue eyes through glasses. "What in the name of Hyne do you think you're doing! Matron Edea will have YOUR HEAD!" she exclaimed.
The boy snorted and turned back. The shadows at the other side settled and were motionless... lifeless. She slumped his shoulders. There was just something about them...
He stood there and watched, the cold not affecting him. He heard movement behind him and felt the water shift. He turned to see her wince as she stepped into the water and stiffly waded toward him. He stared at her as she stood beside him, her skirt and knee highs doing nothing to shield her from the brutal water. "Why?" he whispered.
She gave a weak smile. "I promised. I never br- break a prom- promise." She winked at him, shuddering. "I won't leave you alone, Leonhart."
The brunette stared at her then a small fragment of a smile twitched at the ends of his lips. She smiled back as he turned away from the pond and toward the shore. "Let's go. You'll catch your death out here."
The girl turned but must have lost her footing. The waist high water splashed as she fell into the water. She pulled him down with her.
Needless to say the two frozen and wet children returned to the orphanage and received a brutal lecture. But the memory didn't follow them. The vision remained n the pond, watching them leave.
^^*~*End*~*^^
They say one's life flashes before their eyes when they are about to die. Many claim to have done so when having gone through a supposed near death experience. He never believed that was possible.
Was that why that memory surfaced in his mind? Or was it that his mind decided to mend now and recover those memories lost because of the Guardian Forces? He wasn't sure.
All he knew was that he remembered vaguely and that now he was in serious pain. He was chained to a wall, shirtless and bare footed. His toes barely touched the cold marble floor. A small puddle of blood surrounds his feet. His head hung over loosely. The twenty-two year old's eyes were half lidded and his vision clouded by his own blood.
A soft laugh emitted from the front of the room. "Ah, the Commander has awoken" came a falsely sweet voice. He clenched his fist. "Hello again Leonhart." She hissed softly.
Silence. He was good at being quiet. He practiced well.
Even with his fiancé. A pang of guilt struck him. Rinoa... he mistreated her. He was drifting from her long before he found himself here. He never communicated with her, he never reached for her. He steadily became less of the person she claimed to love. And now he would die without seeing her. He would die without ever speaking to her.
She deserved a proper farewell.
"No she doesn't. The weakling who claims to be a sorceress is nothing more then a naive child" the enemy hissed. He heard steps get nearer.
A stiletto was driven into his neck and lips hovered close to his bloody ear. "If you only knew the fate that awaits her, that awaits all those you care for." She grabbed his chin and forced him to face her.
Vibrant amber eyes bore into his. She was inhumane, a creature in the cloak of a human. Her pale faced had markings, marking he couldn't recognize. Her crimson bangs fell low enough to brush his bloodied face. The rest of her raven hair was much shorter.
"Squall, this world and those like it will be mostly destroyed... they shall become desolate, nothing. You will loose much of what you love in the process." She pressed her lips to his cheek and licked a trail of blood dripping from a wound across his forehead. She giggled almost girlishly against his cheek. "As Ultimicia's mother, I owe her that much." She stepped back and threw her head back in laughter.
"What you, your SeeDs and Lady Heartily did those five long years ago was futile! All you did was delay the inevitable. Sure, you might have assured another timeline's peace but not here... not now. I see..." She stabbed his shoulder and gave a gasp of ecstasy as his winced and nearly groaned in sheer pain. "I see, love, what you don't. I know what's coming, I embrace it... the darkness."
Squall clenched his teeth, gritted them. She twisted the stiletto. The darkness? He tried to put the pieces together, to stay awake and understand... but the darkness lingering at the corner of his mind was too enticing.
"Yes, the shadows... they live like you and I. They *are* like you and me, Commander." she ran her fingers through his hair. "They just lack-"
"Blood that is enough. If we can't get anything from him then we might as well leave him."
The sadistic blood-thirsty creature stepped back and scowled. "What!?"
"I said we are to leave him, leave here. "
"You know we can't kill him... what I saw, he's in it." she chuckled. "So this will do nothing less then harm him painfully." she giggled. "And kill many others. But we can't kill a fated one."
Hn? He felt so lost, so confused. He heard her forsaken heels and the intruder's steps leave. The last thing he remembered before blacking out was a burning, searing pain and a wall of fire making its way toward him.
He then gave in to the shadows.
*~~*
End Chapter Two
Well, I hope u like my follow up chappie. I worked REAL hard. The chapters will eventually get longer and more detailed. Return! I promise more!
bai!
~Teri-Chan
Goddess of the Moon and Witchcraft
