Black and White
Lost in my own world, Lost in my own world, Locked in mind.
Static X, Black and White.
Zell collapsed back onto a log breathing heavily, wiping the sweat from his brow and absent-mindedly running his hand through his spiky blond hair.
His eyes sparkled with exhilaration as he watched the T-rexaur's body slowly disappear. He grinned felling his blood pumping with adrenalin as he remembered the battle. 'But did it just happen now or is this a memory I'm having in the future that seems like the present?' he pondered.
He knew that thought would surprise many people that knew him and probably thought he couldn't even spell "metaphysical" but the truth was he could be introspective at times, he just didn't show it like Squall.
It was the use of Guardian Forces that made him think more about memory, though in the end he remembered that if his memories were being lost by them, then in true Zell style he'd live life to the full.
That was the reason why he was here now in the Training Centre, his knuckles swollen from taking on a T-rexaur bare-fist on his own.
Other SeeDs would think his impulsiveness meant he had no fear of death, but hell he was human, of course he feared death. He didn't want to stop existing, unable to think or feel but he couldn't let that fear cut him off from life, something he knew Squall was learning not to do now.
Sometimes he envied Squall. Well he only envied Squall one thing; Rinoa. Not that he wanted Rinoa himself, but he wanted what they shared. Love, closeness, intimacy. Though he knew no girl would be brave or dumb enough to like him and for all his extroverted persona, girls were the one thing that fazed him.
A flutter of wings above him caused him to look up, a magpie settling in the branches above him. He smiled at the colours. 'Black and white, just like the way I think' he thought to himself, getting up and ambling to the Cafeteria in the vague hope of hotdogs.
Lost in my own world, Lost in my own world, Locked in mind.
Static X, Black and White.
Zell collapsed back onto a log breathing heavily, wiping the sweat from his brow and absent-mindedly running his hand through his spiky blond hair.
His eyes sparkled with exhilaration as he watched the T-rexaur's body slowly disappear. He grinned felling his blood pumping with adrenalin as he remembered the battle. 'But did it just happen now or is this a memory I'm having in the future that seems like the present?' he pondered.
He knew that thought would surprise many people that knew him and probably thought he couldn't even spell "metaphysical" but the truth was he could be introspective at times, he just didn't show it like Squall.
It was the use of Guardian Forces that made him think more about memory, though in the end he remembered that if his memories were being lost by them, then in true Zell style he'd live life to the full.
That was the reason why he was here now in the Training Centre, his knuckles swollen from taking on a T-rexaur bare-fist on his own.
Other SeeDs would think his impulsiveness meant he had no fear of death, but hell he was human, of course he feared death. He didn't want to stop existing, unable to think or feel but he couldn't let that fear cut him off from life, something he knew Squall was learning not to do now.
Sometimes he envied Squall. Well he only envied Squall one thing; Rinoa. Not that he wanted Rinoa himself, but he wanted what they shared. Love, closeness, intimacy. Though he knew no girl would be brave or dumb enough to like him and for all his extroverted persona, girls were the one thing that fazed him.
A flutter of wings above him caused him to look up, a magpie settling in the branches above him. He smiled at the colours. 'Black and white, just like the way I think' he thought to himself, getting up and ambling to the Cafeteria in the vague hope of hotdogs.