Nail in my hand from my creator.
When angels deserve to die.
Disclaimer: I don't own final fantasy 8.
Like a launching rocket it swept down the hill, enclosing on its prey like a lion on the hunt. It had all the elegance of a ballet dancer, yet all the destructive force of a thousand grenades all going off at once. Nothing in hell or earth, even heaven could stop it. Trees, animals anything that got in its way soon found an icy death. The only escape, to outrun it, and the likeliness of that was slim.
Irvine quickly scanned the area; he had a strange ability to survive anything. He had to survive this.
"CAVE!" Irvine yelled out, but the chaos was too great and he couldn't know if anyone had heard him.
He reached out and felt a slender shoulder.
'Selphie.' Irvine immediately thought and started running.
He saw Squall's fur coat and grabbed it by the scruff of the neck. Then ran like a fox being chased by hounds to the cave.
Making a final lunge he made it safely inside. After about two minutes the icy plague swept over the entrance and they were plunged into complete darkness.
"Are you alright Selphie?" Irvine asked.
No reply.
"Selphie?"
He saw the sparks of a lighter, then again, till finally it lit. And there was light. No much but some.
Irvine looked to his side and saw not Selphie, but Quistis.
"FUCK!"
"Sorry to disappoint you Irvine." Quistis growled.
"What Irvine means to say I think is, thank god you're alright Quistis." Squall interjected.
There was silence for quite some time. Quistis had somehow found enough dry wood to start a weak fire, they all sat around it waiting to die... waiting to live.
"This is your entire fault." Irvine hissed at Squall.
Squall gave him a weird look and continued trying to ignore the situation.
"If you hadn't got a hard on for some random chick, might I add the most untouchable chick in school, then me and Selphie would be probably at my house. Warm." Irvine continued.
"Well you didn't have to come." Squall growled.
"Guys this isn't going to help, we..." 'Someone very close to you will need you by the end of this. It won't be the person you suspect either... if you aren't there for them they will die... Seifer...' "...need to get out of here!"
"We could always dig." Squall said sarcastically.
Quistis glared at him.
"Well then, we better start now so that we're out sooner."
Rinoa felt her body drift off into a dreamless sleep. But just as she was about to hit that place of unconsciousness, thoughts of today would seep into her mind and she'd be wide awake again.
'I haven't seen John for quite some time. I wonder where he is.' Rinoa thought.
She didn't actually want to see him. He made her sick. But not seeing his was just as unnerving to her as seeing him.
Rinoa huddled up tighter in her make-shift bed and tried once again to sleep. She could faintly hear the slight snoring of her baby sisters and wished that her head were clear enough to just fall asleep.
She was replaying the events of the day when she felt a rumbling in the earth below her. Rinoa sat up in her bed and looked around; nobody seemed to have felt it.
Irvine let out a frustrated cry as more snow came crashing down on where he'd been digging.
"Don't try and help us now Princess." Irvine growled referring to Squall.
"Don't worry my bitch I won't." Squall replied in the same contemptuous tone.
"What did I say about staying positive?" Quistis snarled.
Squall grumbled to himself and continued to dive aimlessly. He didn't really see the point; it wasn't like it was working.
"Ok, we need a new plan." Quistis sighed after another fifteen minutes.
"We could always try yelling?" Squall suggested.
"... HELP!!!!"
One hour, thirty five minutes and seven seconds later.
"... HELP!!!!"
*Guys?*
"What was that?" Squall enquired.
*What the hell is wrong with you?*
"That's a Seifer insult! HELP!" Quistis exclaimed.
*Uhhh, k... Move back Zell's ganna ram the snow till it caves in.*
*What? Why do I have to ram it?*
*Because, you've got the thickest skull!*
*Its to protect my incredibly large brain fuck-ball!*
*More like, it's to fill up the rest of your head as your brain is too small pig-shit!*
"I've got a better idea, instead of arguing, hows about you guys GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" Quistis screamed.
Finally, after much digging and aggravation they got Quistis, Irvine and Squall out of the cave that had enclosed them.
"Where's Selphie?" Irvine asked.
Seifer gave Zell an uneasy glance before turning back to Irvine and replying, "We don't know, we haven't seen her; we figured she must be with you's."
"What if she's...?"
Selphie wiped her nose with the end of her sleeve and scanned the area with her emerald green eyes. She was lying on her stomach, in some sort of cylinder made of wood.
"A hollowed out tree trunk." Selphie said out loud.
She'd dived into it when she'd seen the avalanche. By some strange miracle she'd managed to survive. But there was a slight problem. She felt as though she was on some sort of ledge, every time she moved the log would tilt and seesaw.
'Ok, I have no idea how high I am... or how I'm going to get down. Uhhh, what would Squall do?' Selphie thought to herself, 'he'd make a rope out of striped tree bark and climb out!'
Caraway sat on his 'throne' inside his tent. He was in deep concentration.
"Bad news I'm afraid."
Caraway looked up from the ground he'd been studying and gave the messenger a quizzical look.
"The teenagers have followed us. I believe they plan to kidnap Rinoa."
Caraway nodded and too a sip out of the wine glass that he held in his right hand.
"In my situation, what would you do?" Caraway asked the young messenger boy.
"I would terminate them. They can't take Rinoa, they can't take anyone. We are all a family." "Your right, as usual, this Squall is turning out to be more of a nuisance than I suspected he would be. But nonetheless we must persevere. Hopefully the avalanche succeeded in killing him. I don't want any more blood on my hands. There has been enough."
As if on queue John burst in the room looking quite angry.
"How can you even consider leaving him alive? After what he has done to Rinoa!"
"What do you mean John?" Caraway enquired.
"He spend one day with her, and she has changed completely. It is as though she is damaged goods. Still beautiful, but what good is it to have a wife who is disobedient. I don't have time to discipline her every single day!"
"Hmmmm. You are right John. Perhaps it isn't Squall we need to rid ourselves of. His father would search to the ends of the earth for him, we would surely be caught. Perhaps the one that needs to be disposed of is Rinoa. She is damaged. I've had to beat her recently. She never needed that before. She cried out in today's ritual! The most sacred of all our traditions!"
"If you chose to give Rinoa to God, I would not object, I would almost be thankful." John replied.
The messenger stood awkwardly off to the side hopping from one foot to the next. He felt as though he shouldn't be listening to this conversation but had no choice, he hadn't been told to leave yet, and he was, by all rights, a slave.
"Yes John, I have many daughters. I don't need Rinoa. Tomorrow night, she will be no more."
Rinoa had finally floated off to the dream world, when something startled her awake. She felt as though something had walked over her grave. She was filled with a sense of dread which she couldn't explain.
'I'm just being an idiot. I'm probably freaking myself out cause we're in the woods and its dark or something like that... but what about wolves? Nonsense, father would never let anything happen to his people. Especially not his family...'
Oh the irony. Rinoa's thinking about how great her daddy dearest is, while he plots her death.
Ok, I wanna get them off this hill now. Hence the whole plotting against Rinoa thing going on. There's too much stuff I want to happen and it's not happening fast enough. So if anyone has an idea about the story that they feel I HAVE to hear then review it to me! Cause I'm getting off this hill within the next two chapters.
Questions, comments or constructive criticism are all welcome.
When angels deserve to die.
Disclaimer: I don't own final fantasy 8.
Like a launching rocket it swept down the hill, enclosing on its prey like a lion on the hunt. It had all the elegance of a ballet dancer, yet all the destructive force of a thousand grenades all going off at once. Nothing in hell or earth, even heaven could stop it. Trees, animals anything that got in its way soon found an icy death. The only escape, to outrun it, and the likeliness of that was slim.
Irvine quickly scanned the area; he had a strange ability to survive anything. He had to survive this.
"CAVE!" Irvine yelled out, but the chaos was too great and he couldn't know if anyone had heard him.
He reached out and felt a slender shoulder.
'Selphie.' Irvine immediately thought and started running.
He saw Squall's fur coat and grabbed it by the scruff of the neck. Then ran like a fox being chased by hounds to the cave.
Making a final lunge he made it safely inside. After about two minutes the icy plague swept over the entrance and they were plunged into complete darkness.
"Are you alright Selphie?" Irvine asked.
No reply.
"Selphie?"
He saw the sparks of a lighter, then again, till finally it lit. And there was light. No much but some.
Irvine looked to his side and saw not Selphie, but Quistis.
"FUCK!"
"Sorry to disappoint you Irvine." Quistis growled.
"What Irvine means to say I think is, thank god you're alright Quistis." Squall interjected.
There was silence for quite some time. Quistis had somehow found enough dry wood to start a weak fire, they all sat around it waiting to die... waiting to live.
"This is your entire fault." Irvine hissed at Squall.
Squall gave him a weird look and continued trying to ignore the situation.
"If you hadn't got a hard on for some random chick, might I add the most untouchable chick in school, then me and Selphie would be probably at my house. Warm." Irvine continued.
"Well you didn't have to come." Squall growled.
"Guys this isn't going to help, we..." 'Someone very close to you will need you by the end of this. It won't be the person you suspect either... if you aren't there for them they will die... Seifer...' "...need to get out of here!"
"We could always dig." Squall said sarcastically.
Quistis glared at him.
"Well then, we better start now so that we're out sooner."
Rinoa felt her body drift off into a dreamless sleep. But just as she was about to hit that place of unconsciousness, thoughts of today would seep into her mind and she'd be wide awake again.
'I haven't seen John for quite some time. I wonder where he is.' Rinoa thought.
She didn't actually want to see him. He made her sick. But not seeing his was just as unnerving to her as seeing him.
Rinoa huddled up tighter in her make-shift bed and tried once again to sleep. She could faintly hear the slight snoring of her baby sisters and wished that her head were clear enough to just fall asleep.
She was replaying the events of the day when she felt a rumbling in the earth below her. Rinoa sat up in her bed and looked around; nobody seemed to have felt it.
Irvine let out a frustrated cry as more snow came crashing down on where he'd been digging.
"Don't try and help us now Princess." Irvine growled referring to Squall.
"Don't worry my bitch I won't." Squall replied in the same contemptuous tone.
"What did I say about staying positive?" Quistis snarled.
Squall grumbled to himself and continued to dive aimlessly. He didn't really see the point; it wasn't like it was working.
"Ok, we need a new plan." Quistis sighed after another fifteen minutes.
"We could always try yelling?" Squall suggested.
"... HELP!!!!"
One hour, thirty five minutes and seven seconds later.
"... HELP!!!!"
*Guys?*
"What was that?" Squall enquired.
*What the hell is wrong with you?*
"That's a Seifer insult! HELP!" Quistis exclaimed.
*Uhhh, k... Move back Zell's ganna ram the snow till it caves in.*
*What? Why do I have to ram it?*
*Because, you've got the thickest skull!*
*Its to protect my incredibly large brain fuck-ball!*
*More like, it's to fill up the rest of your head as your brain is too small pig-shit!*
"I've got a better idea, instead of arguing, hows about you guys GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" Quistis screamed.
Finally, after much digging and aggravation they got Quistis, Irvine and Squall out of the cave that had enclosed them.
"Where's Selphie?" Irvine asked.
Seifer gave Zell an uneasy glance before turning back to Irvine and replying, "We don't know, we haven't seen her; we figured she must be with you's."
"What if she's...?"
Selphie wiped her nose with the end of her sleeve and scanned the area with her emerald green eyes. She was lying on her stomach, in some sort of cylinder made of wood.
"A hollowed out tree trunk." Selphie said out loud.
She'd dived into it when she'd seen the avalanche. By some strange miracle she'd managed to survive. But there was a slight problem. She felt as though she was on some sort of ledge, every time she moved the log would tilt and seesaw.
'Ok, I have no idea how high I am... or how I'm going to get down. Uhhh, what would Squall do?' Selphie thought to herself, 'he'd make a rope out of striped tree bark and climb out!'
Caraway sat on his 'throne' inside his tent. He was in deep concentration.
"Bad news I'm afraid."
Caraway looked up from the ground he'd been studying and gave the messenger a quizzical look.
"The teenagers have followed us. I believe they plan to kidnap Rinoa."
Caraway nodded and too a sip out of the wine glass that he held in his right hand.
"In my situation, what would you do?" Caraway asked the young messenger boy.
"I would terminate them. They can't take Rinoa, they can't take anyone. We are all a family." "Your right, as usual, this Squall is turning out to be more of a nuisance than I suspected he would be. But nonetheless we must persevere. Hopefully the avalanche succeeded in killing him. I don't want any more blood on my hands. There has been enough."
As if on queue John burst in the room looking quite angry.
"How can you even consider leaving him alive? After what he has done to Rinoa!"
"What do you mean John?" Caraway enquired.
"He spend one day with her, and she has changed completely. It is as though she is damaged goods. Still beautiful, but what good is it to have a wife who is disobedient. I don't have time to discipline her every single day!"
"Hmmmm. You are right John. Perhaps it isn't Squall we need to rid ourselves of. His father would search to the ends of the earth for him, we would surely be caught. Perhaps the one that needs to be disposed of is Rinoa. She is damaged. I've had to beat her recently. She never needed that before. She cried out in today's ritual! The most sacred of all our traditions!"
"If you chose to give Rinoa to God, I would not object, I would almost be thankful." John replied.
The messenger stood awkwardly off to the side hopping from one foot to the next. He felt as though he shouldn't be listening to this conversation but had no choice, he hadn't been told to leave yet, and he was, by all rights, a slave.
"Yes John, I have many daughters. I don't need Rinoa. Tomorrow night, she will be no more."
Rinoa had finally floated off to the dream world, when something startled her awake. She felt as though something had walked over her grave. She was filled with a sense of dread which she couldn't explain.
'I'm just being an idiot. I'm probably freaking myself out cause we're in the woods and its dark or something like that... but what about wolves? Nonsense, father would never let anything happen to his people. Especially not his family...'
Oh the irony. Rinoa's thinking about how great her daddy dearest is, while he plots her death.
Ok, I wanna get them off this hill now. Hence the whole plotting against Rinoa thing going on. There's too much stuff I want to happen and it's not happening fast enough. So if anyone has an idea about the story that they feel I HAVE to hear then review it to me! Cause I'm getting off this hill within the next two chapters.
Questions, comments or constructive criticism are all welcome.