Nail in my hand from my creator.
You thought you made a man, you better think again.
Disclaimer: I don't own final fantasy 8.
I'd like to thank any and all reviewers for they're comments on my story. I haven't really thanked anyone for reviewing, and without you's, I'd give up on the story. So thank you wholeheartedly.
Ok shock. Everyone wants it to be Seifer... I don't know if I want it to be Seifer...
I thought I should add that this as well, I'm am full on sorry if this whole women are scum thing in the cult is offending anyone but I've been reading up on them the last couple of weeks and cults (from what I've noticed) seem to be generally gender bias.
Squall tightened his grip on his fir lined coat tighter in an attempt to escape the cold. But as always the cold won. Irvine was basically carrying Selphie, whose lips had officially turned blue. Quistis on the other hand had refused all help from Seifer, who had offered his services. Squall suspected he was somewhat glad she didn't accept them. Zell plotted on ahead of them, he didn't know what he was doing.
"That's it, its getting dark! We're stopping NOW or I'm going to kill all of you and use your bones as firewood." Seifer exclaimed loudly.
"Oh my God, as if that would work!" Quistis screamed at him.
"Oh! I'm sorry that didn't comply with your scientific fucking theories." Seifer retorted.
"YOU GUYS! This is turning out to be something like that movie Alive!" Selphie yelled over them.
"Aye. Let's just stop. Its too cold and I wanna fire." Squall mumbled.
Rinoa walked around the make-shift camp watched the men set up a tent. This would be the tent where she would apparently "learn".
She wasn't overly concerned about it anymore. Her mother had told her that there was nothing to be afraid of and that anything that her father would show her would surely enlighten her and bring her closer to god. Caraway told her that he would send for her when the time was right.
She ran into some of her so called "friends" and tagged along with them for awhile until, finally, Caraway approached her.
"It is time Rinoa."
Rinoa entered the large tent apprehensively. She didn't know what to expect.
The tent was lit but large candle pillars and she couldn't remember seeing them on their trip, which was suspicious in itself. At the end of the room was a large throne, which she suspected would be for her father. Beside it was a small bench.
Her father walked in after her, dressed in a midnight purple satin robe. He had a tall weirdly shaped hat of the same color atop his head.
She heard light chanting and noticed her mother and a couple of other females from the clan singing some kind of hymn. They were all wearing white robes, much the same as Caraways except shabbier.
She nervously tugging at her hair and bit her bottom lip.
In the middle of the room stood a hand basin filled with blood.
Caraway walked briskly past her and placed himself on the throne. After him, five men wearing dark red hoods came inside. They separated and stood at the four corners of the tent, one before the basin. The chanting got faster and Rinoa felt an uneasy vibe coming from all the people.
The hooded man before the basin pulled at dagger out of the cloak. The dagger was made of silver with a golden snake twisting around it; the snake had ruby eyes and had dry crusts of blood all over the tip.
Rinoa's eyes shifted to her father, who had a sadistic smile upon his lips that Rinoa had only seen on his face when he was beating her, or anyone else for that matter.
All chanting stopped and for a moment the world seemed to be perfectly still.
Rinoa tore her eyes away from her father and onto the hooded man at the basin. He raised his dagger and plunged it down into his own arm. He made no noise, or let off any indication that what he had done hurt. He then made four consecutive slices of the same arm. He held it above the basin and watched in fascination as the blood dripped in the sink.
The blood wouldn't stop, it kept flowing, the man seemed to start to drain, and his face became a deathly pale.
Rinoa knew that the man needed immediate medical attention. But nobody was moving. Nobody even seemed to care about the life that was slowly fading away. They were all too fascinated with the blood. Like it held them in some sort of trance.
"SOMEBODY HELP HIM!" Rinoa screamed breaking the silence.
Nobody even flinched.
Slowly, the man fell the ground, where his blood stained the snow under his feet. It spread and didn't stop. He'd slit his own wrist.
"Oh my good Lord." Rinoa whispered.
She covered her mouth with her hand and stared around the room as the members of the clan started closing in on the lifeless body.
They wrapped it in a white cloth and lifted him above their heads to carry him outside. The sheet quickly became stained and when they'd finally left the room Rinoa dropped to her knee's and started weeping.
When she heard footsteps coming towards her and closed her eyes to try and contain herself.
"How could you? HOW COULD YOU! You could've stopped him!" Rinoa exclaimed.
"Rinoa, this is our way... we do this once a month, every single person has a purpose... you saw the man in the cloak?" Caraway asked.
Rinoa looked up at him disgustedly; of course she'd seen the man in the cloak.
"Well, he was a human sacrifice. The people dressed like him are next in line to be sacrificed. The females chanting, they are actually doing a sacred form of praying that the Archangel Michael showed my grandfather. It is to secure the person slain to get into heaven. I am leader of this clan, therefore have to be present. You my daughter, had to see this. You've been drifting the last couple of days. I feel that by seeing this that you will see that there is more to us then prayer and devotion. There is an underworld, you might call it."
"According to the bible..." Rinoa choked out, "... suicide is a hell worthy trespass."
Caraway sighed and replied, "it wasn't suicide darling... he was doing it for God."
"God couldn't do that... thou shalt not murder..."
"This is going nowhere. You can either sit here and cry like a little child, or you can accept that this is your life. Whether you like it or not."
Rinoa took a deep breath and closed her eyes once more. She tried to stand but her legs wouldn't let her.
"You know what Rinoa. I am getting sick and tired of you, I got you a respectable fiancé, and yet you cheat on him. I show you the real world and you call it sacrilegious. Is there anything that you can be content with?"
Squall let out a loud yawn and blew on the burning hot marshmallow till it was touchable.
He'd just listened to Selphie tell an absolutely earth shattering scary story. *Sarcastic sarcastic* and was now listening to Zell's. At least his had a little bit of scaredome in it. Selphie's was about the tooth fairy battling a giant rat, or something like that.
"And then she came into the kitchen with a KNIFE!"
"Oh fuck! Shut up!" Seifer whined.
"NO YOU SHUT UP SEIFER! YOU'RE NOT EVEN PARTICIPATING!" Zell screamed loudly.
They all felt a vibration under them. It was small but grew in size.
"Great job Zell!" Seifer hissed.
Zell pulled the finger at him and continued to listen to the low rumble that was getting louder and louder.
"Run." Quistis muttered.
"What?" Irvine enquired.
"Run." Quistis said louder.
"Why?" Selphie asked in confusion.
"Avalanche." Squall groaned.
Avalanche was the most realistic thing that I could think of for my plan. I was going to have them attacked by wolves, and I did write that for a bit, but it was so 1980's. Who gets attacked by wolves? It took me ages to think of something to happen in that tent. The only idea I could get was the slaughter of little babies, but that's disgusting. Sorry the chapter was short... was it? It seems short.
I NEED YOUR HELP! I have no idea how to get Rinoa out of the cult, or how to end this. Cause getting her out isn't the end. Oh no. I have a side story in mind. But do you's want it to end when she gets out? Or do you guys mind if I have a bit on Rinoa's introduction into life? If you could give me any idea's you might have or anything then I will be eternally grateful.
Oh yeah, and anyone who hasn't noticed, the title of this fic is part of the Audioslave song; show me how to live. I think the second chapter of this story is called show me how to live as well. I was listening to that song when I thought of this story and all the chapter names are lyrics to songs.
You thought you made a man, you better think again.
Disclaimer: I don't own final fantasy 8.
I'd like to thank any and all reviewers for they're comments on my story. I haven't really thanked anyone for reviewing, and without you's, I'd give up on the story. So thank you wholeheartedly.
Ok shock. Everyone wants it to be Seifer... I don't know if I want it to be Seifer...
I thought I should add that this as well, I'm am full on sorry if this whole women are scum thing in the cult is offending anyone but I've been reading up on them the last couple of weeks and cults (from what I've noticed) seem to be generally gender bias.
Squall tightened his grip on his fir lined coat tighter in an attempt to escape the cold. But as always the cold won. Irvine was basically carrying Selphie, whose lips had officially turned blue. Quistis on the other hand had refused all help from Seifer, who had offered his services. Squall suspected he was somewhat glad she didn't accept them. Zell plotted on ahead of them, he didn't know what he was doing.
"That's it, its getting dark! We're stopping NOW or I'm going to kill all of you and use your bones as firewood." Seifer exclaimed loudly.
"Oh my God, as if that would work!" Quistis screamed at him.
"Oh! I'm sorry that didn't comply with your scientific fucking theories." Seifer retorted.
"YOU GUYS! This is turning out to be something like that movie Alive!" Selphie yelled over them.
"Aye. Let's just stop. Its too cold and I wanna fire." Squall mumbled.
Rinoa walked around the make-shift camp watched the men set up a tent. This would be the tent where she would apparently "learn".
She wasn't overly concerned about it anymore. Her mother had told her that there was nothing to be afraid of and that anything that her father would show her would surely enlighten her and bring her closer to god. Caraway told her that he would send for her when the time was right.
She ran into some of her so called "friends" and tagged along with them for awhile until, finally, Caraway approached her.
"It is time Rinoa."
Rinoa entered the large tent apprehensively. She didn't know what to expect.
The tent was lit but large candle pillars and she couldn't remember seeing them on their trip, which was suspicious in itself. At the end of the room was a large throne, which she suspected would be for her father. Beside it was a small bench.
Her father walked in after her, dressed in a midnight purple satin robe. He had a tall weirdly shaped hat of the same color atop his head.
She heard light chanting and noticed her mother and a couple of other females from the clan singing some kind of hymn. They were all wearing white robes, much the same as Caraways except shabbier.
She nervously tugging at her hair and bit her bottom lip.
In the middle of the room stood a hand basin filled with blood.
Caraway walked briskly past her and placed himself on the throne. After him, five men wearing dark red hoods came inside. They separated and stood at the four corners of the tent, one before the basin. The chanting got faster and Rinoa felt an uneasy vibe coming from all the people.
The hooded man before the basin pulled at dagger out of the cloak. The dagger was made of silver with a golden snake twisting around it; the snake had ruby eyes and had dry crusts of blood all over the tip.
Rinoa's eyes shifted to her father, who had a sadistic smile upon his lips that Rinoa had only seen on his face when he was beating her, or anyone else for that matter.
All chanting stopped and for a moment the world seemed to be perfectly still.
Rinoa tore her eyes away from her father and onto the hooded man at the basin. He raised his dagger and plunged it down into his own arm. He made no noise, or let off any indication that what he had done hurt. He then made four consecutive slices of the same arm. He held it above the basin and watched in fascination as the blood dripped in the sink.
The blood wouldn't stop, it kept flowing, the man seemed to start to drain, and his face became a deathly pale.
Rinoa knew that the man needed immediate medical attention. But nobody was moving. Nobody even seemed to care about the life that was slowly fading away. They were all too fascinated with the blood. Like it held them in some sort of trance.
"SOMEBODY HELP HIM!" Rinoa screamed breaking the silence.
Nobody even flinched.
Slowly, the man fell the ground, where his blood stained the snow under his feet. It spread and didn't stop. He'd slit his own wrist.
"Oh my good Lord." Rinoa whispered.
She covered her mouth with her hand and stared around the room as the members of the clan started closing in on the lifeless body.
They wrapped it in a white cloth and lifted him above their heads to carry him outside. The sheet quickly became stained and when they'd finally left the room Rinoa dropped to her knee's and started weeping.
When she heard footsteps coming towards her and closed her eyes to try and contain herself.
"How could you? HOW COULD YOU! You could've stopped him!" Rinoa exclaimed.
"Rinoa, this is our way... we do this once a month, every single person has a purpose... you saw the man in the cloak?" Caraway asked.
Rinoa looked up at him disgustedly; of course she'd seen the man in the cloak.
"Well, he was a human sacrifice. The people dressed like him are next in line to be sacrificed. The females chanting, they are actually doing a sacred form of praying that the Archangel Michael showed my grandfather. It is to secure the person slain to get into heaven. I am leader of this clan, therefore have to be present. You my daughter, had to see this. You've been drifting the last couple of days. I feel that by seeing this that you will see that there is more to us then prayer and devotion. There is an underworld, you might call it."
"According to the bible..." Rinoa choked out, "... suicide is a hell worthy trespass."
Caraway sighed and replied, "it wasn't suicide darling... he was doing it for God."
"God couldn't do that... thou shalt not murder..."
"This is going nowhere. You can either sit here and cry like a little child, or you can accept that this is your life. Whether you like it or not."
Rinoa took a deep breath and closed her eyes once more. She tried to stand but her legs wouldn't let her.
"You know what Rinoa. I am getting sick and tired of you, I got you a respectable fiancé, and yet you cheat on him. I show you the real world and you call it sacrilegious. Is there anything that you can be content with?"
Squall let out a loud yawn and blew on the burning hot marshmallow till it was touchable.
He'd just listened to Selphie tell an absolutely earth shattering scary story. *Sarcastic sarcastic* and was now listening to Zell's. At least his had a little bit of scaredome in it. Selphie's was about the tooth fairy battling a giant rat, or something like that.
"And then she came into the kitchen with a KNIFE!"
"Oh fuck! Shut up!" Seifer whined.
"NO YOU SHUT UP SEIFER! YOU'RE NOT EVEN PARTICIPATING!" Zell screamed loudly.
They all felt a vibration under them. It was small but grew in size.
"Great job Zell!" Seifer hissed.
Zell pulled the finger at him and continued to listen to the low rumble that was getting louder and louder.
"Run." Quistis muttered.
"What?" Irvine enquired.
"Run." Quistis said louder.
"Why?" Selphie asked in confusion.
"Avalanche." Squall groaned.
Avalanche was the most realistic thing that I could think of for my plan. I was going to have them attacked by wolves, and I did write that for a bit, but it was so 1980's. Who gets attacked by wolves? It took me ages to think of something to happen in that tent. The only idea I could get was the slaughter of little babies, but that's disgusting. Sorry the chapter was short... was it? It seems short.
I NEED YOUR HELP! I have no idea how to get Rinoa out of the cult, or how to end this. Cause getting her out isn't the end. Oh no. I have a side story in mind. But do you's want it to end when she gets out? Or do you guys mind if I have a bit on Rinoa's introduction into life? If you could give me any idea's you might have or anything then I will be eternally grateful.
Oh yeah, and anyone who hasn't noticed, the title of this fic is part of the Audioslave song; show me how to live. I think the second chapter of this story is called show me how to live as well. I was listening to that song when I thought of this story and all the chapter names are lyrics to songs.