Heart of Darkness
Scarlet blood dripped from his long brown fingers landing on the grass, cool in the shade of the trees. Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy of leaves, beams falling onto her broken, limp body, eye-patch gone and thrown at her feet, her silver hair matted with blood.
Fujin lay, her face contorted with pain and surprise, neck snapped, jaw broken, blood flowing from numerous wounds on her body. He stood over her clenching his fists soaked in her blood. There was no remorse or shock in what he had done to her, no release of the frustration and rage he thought would be vented through this act. It still boiled inside of him and he knew the cause; Seifer.
He knelt by Fujin's molested body wiping his hands on her blue coat. The look of shock in her eyes from when he attacked her still evident in death. This was the secret he kept inside, the thoughts and desires he held, in this heart as dark as his skin.
No-one in Garden ever realised what was behind that tall, brawny dumb façade, the constant "Ya Know" and acts of idiocy belied the workings behind the mask. The urge to maim, molest, to take and do all he wanted with no conscience. The rigours of Garden had helped him control those urges, placing them onto monsters rather than the people he fantasised about. The image of Instructor Trepe's broken, spent body still made him tingle.
He would love to go back to Garden and get Quistis, but for now Raijin had more important concerns. That of Seifer, the failure and abandoner. Raijin couldn't believe that Seifer had lost the pride and passion that made him respect and follow him in the first place. Now Seifer was running back to Garden after he lost control to the Sorceress. Now Raijin would hunt Seifer down and show him all about control.
Scarlet blood dripped from his long brown fingers landing on the grass, cool in the shade of the trees. Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy of leaves, beams falling onto her broken, limp body, eye-patch gone and thrown at her feet, her silver hair matted with blood.
Fujin lay, her face contorted with pain and surprise, neck snapped, jaw broken, blood flowing from numerous wounds on her body. He stood over her clenching his fists soaked in her blood. There was no remorse or shock in what he had done to her, no release of the frustration and rage he thought would be vented through this act. It still boiled inside of him and he knew the cause; Seifer.
He knelt by Fujin's molested body wiping his hands on her blue coat. The look of shock in her eyes from when he attacked her still evident in death. This was the secret he kept inside, the thoughts and desires he held, in this heart as dark as his skin.
No-one in Garden ever realised what was behind that tall, brawny dumb façade, the constant "Ya Know" and acts of idiocy belied the workings behind the mask. The urge to maim, molest, to take and do all he wanted with no conscience. The rigours of Garden had helped him control those urges, placing them onto monsters rather than the people he fantasised about. The image of Instructor Trepe's broken, spent body still made him tingle.
He would love to go back to Garden and get Quistis, but for now Raijin had more important concerns. That of Seifer, the failure and abandoner. Raijin couldn't believe that Seifer had lost the pride and passion that made him respect and follow him in the first place. Now Seifer was running back to Garden after he lost control to the Sorceress. Now Raijin would hunt Seifer down and show him all about control.