It's All Tears
Open your arms, Let me show you what love can be like. It is all tears and will be till the end of time.
HIM, It's All Tears.
Her hands gripped cold white porcelain as her chest heaved, her stomach turned and bitter bile-laced vomit scorched her tongue again that day. A few months into the pregnancy Dana was wishing the morning sickness would go but then again it was a reassuring sign that it was all going alright.
She spat the trail of saliva from her lips into the bowl, standing slowly she leant against the sink running the cold tap and washing her mouth. She gazed into the mirror, her once lightly tanned skin pale, her eyes shadowed from sleepless nights.
She ran a hand down the front of her top feeling the small bump that would soon swell. That was the point where the stress would really pile up as everyone found out and would gossip endlessly. As Dana walked out the restroom she had little idea that would be the least of her worries.
A breeze whistled through the long grass on top of the Balamb cliffs, long green grass whipped over a prone figure who lay groaning softly. The figure stood brushing soil from his clothes with his left hand whilst his right held a small orb which had swirls of red light flowing over its surface slowly dimming so the orb became inky black and he secreted it in a pocket.
His long brown hair streaked with blond rippled over the back of his long black trench-coat whilst the breeze blew his spiky fringe across his eyes one of which was grey, the other was a speckled blue/green. A thin pink scar ran down his left cheek tracing the bones of his jaw.
His clothes were battle worn, a black top with frayed tears exposing a white t-shirt beneath, his black jeans faded grey, a red belt around his waist holding a variety of leather pouches, the scuffled black leather of his boots tainted with deep, rich red-brown blood. He gazed intently at the rounded form of Garden below him and pulling a rope from the recesses of his coat he prepared his way down.
Dana strolled along the central court of Garden making her way back to the Library, back to her shift. She had been a SeeD for a year or so now but had never progressed beyond her place as Librarian. Luckily she never tired of the monotony of the job, and it wasn't hard work giving her plenty of time for other things.
'Dana.' A voice called softly making her turn to see a lonesome figure detach from the wall around the lift.
'Seifer?' she asked surprised.
'Just wondering how you was.' he said to her walking over.
'I'm fine, a little nauseous but mostly hurt.' Dana whispered softly so only he could hear.
'How so?' Seifer asked unsure.
'Look around Seifer, Nida died and even now no-one has noticed or even cares.' Dana replied her voice choked with anguish.
'The ones that knew him do. There's nothing we can do. I know when my time comes it will be the same.' Seifer said softly in an effort to console.
'Will anyone remember me?' Dana said quietly looking round as cadets and SeeDs walked by lost in their own worlds.
'I'll remember you..' Seifer replied sincerely.
Dana smiled faintly and jumped in shock as there was a crash and shards of glass rained down on them.
The figure dropped to the ground as the glass pieces crunched under his boots. SeeDs scattered in surprise whilst Seifer took a defensive position beside Dana pulling her to him protectively.
The figure looked up, his mismatched eyes ablaze. 'You.' he hissed glaring at Seifer and Dana.
He reached under his trench coat pulling out a gunblade, its blade was long and curved up to the point at its end. The cutting edge was serrated with hooked teeth while the other edge had a curve in it a third of the way down from the point. The gunstock was a basic revolver except the handle was strengthened and had a long metal hand-guard under the grip. The whole thing was coloured a malevolent black with red jagged lines.
'Who the hell are you?' Seifer yelled trying to intimidate the stranger with his voice since he lacked his Hyperion.
The figure laughed in an ever-expanding circle of people. 'I'm from Hell and I don't intend to go back.' He said dryly.
'What are you talking about?' Seifer raged whilst in his head Siren's words echoed.
'All ties must be cut. She cannot arise.' The figure muttered and looked around at the empty halls sneering. 'I never thought SeeDs were such cowards.' He spat.
'Now will you come away from her or must I cut you down?' he growled.
'Why do you want to kill me?' Dana screamed at him from behind Seifer.
'The line must be severed.' The figure answered enigmatically still staring down Seifer.
'What will you do Knight, you have no sword.' He taunted.
Seifer kept himself between the figure and Dana. 'So you know me?' he asked.
'Of course, and I will kill you too soon enough.' The figure smirked.
He was then aware of a sound, the scrape of metal against metal, the soft snick of weapons.
Without taking his eyes off Seifer his grin widened. 'Ah. the cavalry arrives, maybe SeeDs aren't as cowardly as they seem.' He told Seifer.
At that moment he leant back as a blade flew by his body from a projectile weapon.
'We'll continue this later.' He warned and turned to the crowd.
A SeeD tried to stop him with his sword but the figure just knocked the blade aside with his gunblade and slashed the unfortunate's chest open as more SeeDs attacked. A girl was slammed into the wall, blood oozing from abdominal gunshot wounds, there was a yell and a spray of blood as an arm was severed in the crowd. Through it all the figure danced, avoiding an assortment of weapons, parrying blows with ease and striking with viciousness.
'Let him go!' Seifer yelled, pain suffusing his features as he watched the needless slaughter.
The SeeDs pulled back as the figure stalked away laughing hollowly, blood dripping from his sword.
Seifer watched him vanish and almost jumped when Dana gripped his shoulders.
'Why does he want me? What did I do?' Dana asked tears forming in her eyes, hysteria building in her voice.
'You're not to blame, he's insane. It's more likely because you were with me that he chose you.' Seifer said softly. Dana listened to his reassuring voice but the gore spattered walls and bodies that lined the hall to the Front Gate caught her eyes which widened in horror.
'What is he? How can we stop such a killer?' she asked shrilly the feeling of nausea returning.
'I don't know but I think we'd better go see Squall and the others.' Seifer told her and took her arm.
Open your arms, Let me show you what love can be like. It is all tears and will be till the end of time.
HIM, It's All Tears.
Her hands gripped cold white porcelain as her chest heaved, her stomach turned and bitter bile-laced vomit scorched her tongue again that day. A few months into the pregnancy Dana was wishing the morning sickness would go but then again it was a reassuring sign that it was all going alright.
She spat the trail of saliva from her lips into the bowl, standing slowly she leant against the sink running the cold tap and washing her mouth. She gazed into the mirror, her once lightly tanned skin pale, her eyes shadowed from sleepless nights.
She ran a hand down the front of her top feeling the small bump that would soon swell. That was the point where the stress would really pile up as everyone found out and would gossip endlessly. As Dana walked out the restroom she had little idea that would be the least of her worries.
A breeze whistled through the long grass on top of the Balamb cliffs, long green grass whipped over a prone figure who lay groaning softly. The figure stood brushing soil from his clothes with his left hand whilst his right held a small orb which had swirls of red light flowing over its surface slowly dimming so the orb became inky black and he secreted it in a pocket.
His long brown hair streaked with blond rippled over the back of his long black trench-coat whilst the breeze blew his spiky fringe across his eyes one of which was grey, the other was a speckled blue/green. A thin pink scar ran down his left cheek tracing the bones of his jaw.
His clothes were battle worn, a black top with frayed tears exposing a white t-shirt beneath, his black jeans faded grey, a red belt around his waist holding a variety of leather pouches, the scuffled black leather of his boots tainted with deep, rich red-brown blood. He gazed intently at the rounded form of Garden below him and pulling a rope from the recesses of his coat he prepared his way down.
Dana strolled along the central court of Garden making her way back to the Library, back to her shift. She had been a SeeD for a year or so now but had never progressed beyond her place as Librarian. Luckily she never tired of the monotony of the job, and it wasn't hard work giving her plenty of time for other things.
'Dana.' A voice called softly making her turn to see a lonesome figure detach from the wall around the lift.
'Seifer?' she asked surprised.
'Just wondering how you was.' he said to her walking over.
'I'm fine, a little nauseous but mostly hurt.' Dana whispered softly so only he could hear.
'How so?' Seifer asked unsure.
'Look around Seifer, Nida died and even now no-one has noticed or even cares.' Dana replied her voice choked with anguish.
'The ones that knew him do. There's nothing we can do. I know when my time comes it will be the same.' Seifer said softly in an effort to console.
'Will anyone remember me?' Dana said quietly looking round as cadets and SeeDs walked by lost in their own worlds.
'I'll remember you..' Seifer replied sincerely.
Dana smiled faintly and jumped in shock as there was a crash and shards of glass rained down on them.
The figure dropped to the ground as the glass pieces crunched under his boots. SeeDs scattered in surprise whilst Seifer took a defensive position beside Dana pulling her to him protectively.
The figure looked up, his mismatched eyes ablaze. 'You.' he hissed glaring at Seifer and Dana.
He reached under his trench coat pulling out a gunblade, its blade was long and curved up to the point at its end. The cutting edge was serrated with hooked teeth while the other edge had a curve in it a third of the way down from the point. The gunstock was a basic revolver except the handle was strengthened and had a long metal hand-guard under the grip. The whole thing was coloured a malevolent black with red jagged lines.
'Who the hell are you?' Seifer yelled trying to intimidate the stranger with his voice since he lacked his Hyperion.
The figure laughed in an ever-expanding circle of people. 'I'm from Hell and I don't intend to go back.' He said dryly.
'What are you talking about?' Seifer raged whilst in his head Siren's words echoed.
'All ties must be cut. She cannot arise.' The figure muttered and looked around at the empty halls sneering. 'I never thought SeeDs were such cowards.' He spat.
'Now will you come away from her or must I cut you down?' he growled.
'Why do you want to kill me?' Dana screamed at him from behind Seifer.
'The line must be severed.' The figure answered enigmatically still staring down Seifer.
'What will you do Knight, you have no sword.' He taunted.
Seifer kept himself between the figure and Dana. 'So you know me?' he asked.
'Of course, and I will kill you too soon enough.' The figure smirked.
He was then aware of a sound, the scrape of metal against metal, the soft snick of weapons.
Without taking his eyes off Seifer his grin widened. 'Ah. the cavalry arrives, maybe SeeDs aren't as cowardly as they seem.' He told Seifer.
At that moment he leant back as a blade flew by his body from a projectile weapon.
'We'll continue this later.' He warned and turned to the crowd.
A SeeD tried to stop him with his sword but the figure just knocked the blade aside with his gunblade and slashed the unfortunate's chest open as more SeeDs attacked. A girl was slammed into the wall, blood oozing from abdominal gunshot wounds, there was a yell and a spray of blood as an arm was severed in the crowd. Through it all the figure danced, avoiding an assortment of weapons, parrying blows with ease and striking with viciousness.
'Let him go!' Seifer yelled, pain suffusing his features as he watched the needless slaughter.
The SeeDs pulled back as the figure stalked away laughing hollowly, blood dripping from his sword.
Seifer watched him vanish and almost jumped when Dana gripped his shoulders.
'Why does he want me? What did I do?' Dana asked tears forming in her eyes, hysteria building in her voice.
'You're not to blame, he's insane. It's more likely because you were with me that he chose you.' Seifer said softly. Dana listened to his reassuring voice but the gore spattered walls and bodies that lined the hall to the Front Gate caught her eyes which widened in horror.
'What is he? How can we stop such a killer?' she asked shrilly the feeling of nausea returning.
'I don't know but I think we'd better go see Squall and the others.' Seifer told her and took her arm.