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My golden angel... My darling Quistis...
"Specimen 0241, final experiment complete" the voice seemed so far away, so distant. He felt like he was underwater, but Seifer couldn't struggle. Was he even breathing?
Suddenly he was running down a corridor, grey trench coat flailing out behind him. What was he trying to get away from? All he knew was that he couldn't let them hurt her.
A loud cracking noise, the splintering of a mirror. Green water enveloped and closed him in, a fist pounding on glass.
Thud, thud, thud.
His own hand.
Where is my Quistis?
The darkest of nights, a tiny girl. She smiled at him, clutching a doll close to her chest. Baysla.
"Specimen 0241!" it was a scream in the darkness. Something was clawing at him, aching to get out of his body. So he clawed back tearing into his own flesh. That silver snake was in his skin again, it wouldn't let him go. Every action, it controlled, he didn't mean to kill her.
Kneeling there, on the sand, crying. Two hands covered in blood, his blood, her blood, all of their blood. A breaking of the hour glass, a shattering of time. He never meant to hurt anyone, especially not an angel.
And his fist pounding into the sand, again and again. Why couldn't he get the blood off his hands, always so much blood. Blood and life. Lives he had stolen.
Thud, thud, thud.
Her heart it still beat, the rain it still fell. He saved her, rushing her to the white place. With the scary men and the needles and the reports. She smiled at him and said it would be okay. It wasn't, SHE LIED!
They took him away.
Where are you Quistis, I'm sorry!
She was gone. He was here. Alone in the world of green. In this emerald tube that was his only captor. The silver snake was still in him. The monkey in white said it couldn't be removed. It was too deep.
But she was safe; they had drawn the silver snake out of her body. Its venom could no longer taint her delicate being. Fragile like a porcelain doll, lying there broken on the beach.
A noise, tiny on the horizon. How he heard it through the green he didn't know. But it was there, a voice in his head telling him he had to get out.
Quistis!
"Shhh, my love, it's only make believe" it was a tantalizing voice just beyond his reach. It kept slipping through his fingers like her wet hair on that day.
"We'll get you out of here, we'll make you safe" another voice said. He was standing suddenly, being suited in his old clothes.
A familiar chair in a familiar room. White monkeys all around. Seifer sat. What more could he do. At least he wasn't in the green, at least he could breathe.
Something attached to his temples, his eyes firmly closed.
"Look at me" a voice snapped. It was her.... His angel... she was crying.
"Quistis..." He whispered reaching out to her. She touched his hand with a soft smile.
"It's all right my love, we'll make you normal again" she whispered softly, waving a hand to one of the monkeys. What was she doing with them, what was she doing?
"I love you Quistis" Seifer whispered softly as white electricity arched through his brain, there was something terribly wrong.
He awoke suddenly, sitting up. It was pitch black, and the sound of the ocean was not far off. Quistis lay peacefully in bed beside him.
"Another dream?" she murmured softly looking up at him with sleepy blue eyes. Seifer stared down at her, clenching his fist to feel the metal wires move along his veins.
"No" he said shortly getting up and walking over to the window. The Dollet shore line was deep blues and black this time of night, the waves pounding upon the shore.
Thud, thud, thud.
"It was no dream" Seifer whispered softly.
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Ending Author's Notes:
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Well, it's over at last. Sometimes when an Author starts writing a story they have an idea, and then the plot kind of runs away with them in a totally different direction. I am afraid this happened with Broken Doll. Really, the fic wasn't supposed to be like this at all. However in the end I am happy with how it turned out. I wanted to write something very dark and original and I did just that with this fic.
I always get a feeling of nostalgia when I put up the lat update on a fic. Because this writing had been with me for a very long time, whether I was actively updating it or not. It has been a part of my life for so long it's hard to let it go. This fic was with me through a terrible break up. Through some of the saddest times of my life, and through some of the happiest.
I've said many times that this will probably be my last fic. Why you ask? Well because I just don't have the drive and the time to update often enough. I really want to make my readers happy and I am afraid I am failing them when sometimes it takes me months to update.
Also I have been working a lot on an original project which takes up a lot of my time. It might actually turn into a novel of sorts some day that I may try and get published.
Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, I can't get Seifer and Quistis out of my head. The other day I had an idea for a fic, and it looks like I might actually be writing it soon enough. So no, this will probably not be my last fic. It's like an addiction, hard to quit. ;)
Thank you for reading my fic and all this babble. All of you have been so wonderful to me. Thank you again.
Special thanks go out to:
Codie , Verdanii, Quistis88, Megs, and the many others, Thanks for reading every chapter and for sticking with me through it all. I know it was probably hard sometimes. Thank you for all the encouraging words.
Maths - A person I respect and admire greatly, for many reasons. Thank you for all the wonderful things you've said to me in the past.
Auria, Braze, Thena, SS, and Kala - For reading, For being the great friends that you are, and for just being who you are.
Lastly, Sharpedge.
For my wings.