Nail in my hand from my creator.
Disclaimer: I don't own final fantasy 8.
Selphie groggily opened her eyes to find herself in Irvine's room. She couldn't quite recollect how she got there, but then it all came flooding back to her. What had happened... she choked back her tears and tried to sit up, but found that that was quite impossible.
"H-hello?" Selphie stuttered but received no answer.
She looked down at her feet and saw them tied together with a belt, as were her hands except with a ripped off piece of Irvine's sheet. She looked to her left and saw Irvine's little sister lying on the floor, she wasn't crying anymore but kept wriggling around.
'Perfect... hmmm... what would Squall do in this situation?'
Irvine sighed against his mouth restraint and darted his eyes around the room. His dad was still trying to get to his gun; his mother on the other hand was doing the exact same thing as he was.
That's where Irvine got a lot of her personality. His love of guns came from his trigger happy father.
Irvine heard footsteps upstairs and listened hard. They were heading towards the living room, where they were all held captive.
"Ah, good, you haven't moved. We have a new guest now, you should all recognise her." John Pastor said happily.
He pushed Selphie in the room that fell to the floor because her legs were bound.
Irvine glared at John and then settled his eyes on Selphie. He locked eyes with her and saw it immediately. Selphie had lost something. Her innocence. The thing that made her Selphie was gone. The thing that everyone loved her for, the glint in her eyes had dulled.
Irvine's father started thrashing around trying to signal John who inturn took the gag from his mouth.
"I am an officer of the law; I demand that you let us go now."
Irvine rolled his eyes, he'd said that about ten times already and it wasn't going to work.
John merely put the gag back over his mouth and walked back over to Selphie. He rolled her over to where the rest of the family were sitting and left the room. Selphie didn't have a gag, but she didn't talk either.
Irvine tried to mumble to her but she was dazed, she didn't listen.
"Where the hell is Irvine and Selphie?" Zell exclaimed as he took a bite out of his rather large hamburger.
"I dunno, maybe they're having alone time." Seifer replied.
"We haven't seen Irvine all week and Selphie doesn't just disappear. You can't get rid of Selphie." Zell retorted.
"Who cares, I think the more important matter is the whole nun thing." Quistis interjected.
Rinoa had gone to get some drinks so Quistis took full advantage of her absence.
"I know, but she just came out with it, as soon as Caraway and them died she went all spaz." Zell replied.
"I think she's just in shock or something. She'll get over it." Squall said.
"I spose..."
The next day...
"Hello?" Quistis said into the phone as she filed her nails.
*Quistis dear, I was wondering if you'd seen Selphie. She didn't come home last night and I'm a tad worried.*
"No sorry Mrs Tilmitt I haven't. If I see her I'll tell her to ring you straight away."
*Thankyou, bye.*
"Bye..."
Quistis quickly dialled Selphie's cell phone number.
*HEY THERE! It's Selphie here and I'm not here... kinda ummm... but leave a message after the BEEP and I'll make super sure that I get back to you!*
"Hi Selphie, your mum's really worried about you so ring home."
"Why... why are you doing this?" Selphie said quietly when John entered the room.
"I'm sorry I didn't hear you."
"Why are you doing this?" Selphie repeated louder.
John sat down on the couch and stared at Selphie.
"Because sooner or later Rinoa is going to come here. Caraway and the others have a head start on us but Rinoa and I will catch up with them in heaven."
"How will you do that? Caraway's dead!" Selphie said urging the conversation on further.
"Yes... your point?"
Selphie shook her head and felt tears well up in the back of her eyes again.
Selphie tried to think of something more to say. She inched closer to Irvine who stared at her in confusion.
He felt something sharp come in contact with his hands and understood what Selphie was doing. She had something.
'C'mon Irvine grab it, you've got more of a chance of getting out of here.'
Irvine grasped it and held onto it. He began slowly cutting through the material that held his hands bound. As soon as John left the room he'd begin in the one around his feet.
Quistis grabbed her keys and her jacket. She raced out her door without giving Rinoa any explanation of where she was going.
'What if what Kayla said was right? What if Selphie's in trouble...'
"Just go get help; you can't risk your life and your family's for this. Go get help." Selphie whispered as Irvine stood.
He nodded and gave her a quick kiss before bolting out the door at the speed of light.
Quistis couldn't get past the sinking feeling inside her stomach. She knew that something was wrong, something had to be wrong. Selphie never just up and left, she was pretty erratic but never that erratic.
'Please be at Irvine's Selphie... please just have fallen asleep or something...'
Quistis dialled Selphie's number again but got the same no answer.
She threw her phone in the backseat in frustration and put her foot down further on acceleration. Suddenly she saw flashing lights behind her and a loud siren.
'HOW IS IT THAT SQUALL AND SEIFER RACE ALL THE TIME BUT THE MOMENT I SPEED I GET PULLED OVER!!!!'
Squall heard a loud knock on his door and immediately knew that it was Zell. Only Zell knocked like it was a twenty foot wide door, with a six foot wide steel casing.
"Yeah."
Zell sauntered into Squall's room and sat down with a sigh on one of Squall's bean bags.
Squall ignored the sigh the first time but the second one was so out there that it couldn't be ignored.
"Whats wrong?" Squall said uninterestedly.
"Nothing..." Zell replied adding another sigh.
"Just get to the point."
"Well I would've asked Irvine about this sort of thing but he's not answering his phone... and I asked Seifer but he said that my chances were nil and I should just keep masturbating so I thought that you might be able to help."
Squall rolled his eyes and reopened the magazine he had been previously been reading.
"Nice to know I'm always your first choice Zell." Squall said sarcastically.
"Yeah, but there's this chick and she's really hot and stuff, but I dunno how to talk to her. Every time I even think about her I go all dumb."
"What a change." Squall said absent mindedly turning a page.
"Shut up! But what do you think I should do?"
"Put her in your spank bank and move on."
"I remember someone saying that to you about Rinoa and look what happened!"
"Exactly, do what your gut tells you to do. Who cares what other people have to say about it, what matters is what you think you should do. If you followed what everyone else told you to do then you'd live a conformist, boring ass life." Squall said while reading about what to do if ever attacked by ravenous monkeys.
"Wow that was awe inspiring."
"I've been talking to my dad a lot."
Squall suddenly felt bad about those words.
"...Lucky..." Squall shut his magazine and sat up on his bed. Zell's father had died of cancer about five years ago. Zell was pretty broken up about it and hence his tendency to get into a bit of trouble.
"You can always talk to my old man if you need to. You know that right Zell?"
Zell nodded and quickly changed the subject.
"So how are things between you and Rinoa?"
Squall did a dramatic fall back on his bed and landed on his pillows.
"Great... no more than great. She's everything. She's nothing like the other chicks that I've been with..."
"Its cause she religious. Religious girls have values, more class in my opinion." Zell said wisely.
"You've been out with a religious chick?"
"Well there was that Satanist with the Mohawk. That girl had class." Zell replied dreamily.
"I don't know, the day she ate that cockroach it sorta put me off."
"Ow yeah... pure class."
"Listen, I know I was speeding, here is my licence and registration. Can I go now?" Quistis exclaimed.
"Could you please step out of the car and walk in a straight line ma'am?" the officer demanded.
Quistis let out a frustrated cry and slammed her hands against her steering wheel.
'Selphie... I hope you're alright...'
Selphie leaned her head against the couch and closed her eyes. She couldn't believe that she was in this situation.
'Only I could get myself stuck in this... why is it always me...'
Wow this fic is weird...
Disclaimer: I don't own final fantasy 8.
Selphie groggily opened her eyes to find herself in Irvine's room. She couldn't quite recollect how she got there, but then it all came flooding back to her. What had happened... she choked back her tears and tried to sit up, but found that that was quite impossible.
"H-hello?" Selphie stuttered but received no answer.
She looked down at her feet and saw them tied together with a belt, as were her hands except with a ripped off piece of Irvine's sheet. She looked to her left and saw Irvine's little sister lying on the floor, she wasn't crying anymore but kept wriggling around.
'Perfect... hmmm... what would Squall do in this situation?'
Irvine sighed against his mouth restraint and darted his eyes around the room. His dad was still trying to get to his gun; his mother on the other hand was doing the exact same thing as he was.
That's where Irvine got a lot of her personality. His love of guns came from his trigger happy father.
Irvine heard footsteps upstairs and listened hard. They were heading towards the living room, where they were all held captive.
"Ah, good, you haven't moved. We have a new guest now, you should all recognise her." John Pastor said happily.
He pushed Selphie in the room that fell to the floor because her legs were bound.
Irvine glared at John and then settled his eyes on Selphie. He locked eyes with her and saw it immediately. Selphie had lost something. Her innocence. The thing that made her Selphie was gone. The thing that everyone loved her for, the glint in her eyes had dulled.
Irvine's father started thrashing around trying to signal John who inturn took the gag from his mouth.
"I am an officer of the law; I demand that you let us go now."
Irvine rolled his eyes, he'd said that about ten times already and it wasn't going to work.
John merely put the gag back over his mouth and walked back over to Selphie. He rolled her over to where the rest of the family were sitting and left the room. Selphie didn't have a gag, but she didn't talk either.
Irvine tried to mumble to her but she was dazed, she didn't listen.
"Where the hell is Irvine and Selphie?" Zell exclaimed as he took a bite out of his rather large hamburger.
"I dunno, maybe they're having alone time." Seifer replied.
"We haven't seen Irvine all week and Selphie doesn't just disappear. You can't get rid of Selphie." Zell retorted.
"Who cares, I think the more important matter is the whole nun thing." Quistis interjected.
Rinoa had gone to get some drinks so Quistis took full advantage of her absence.
"I know, but she just came out with it, as soon as Caraway and them died she went all spaz." Zell replied.
"I think she's just in shock or something. She'll get over it." Squall said.
"I spose..."
The next day...
"Hello?" Quistis said into the phone as she filed her nails.
*Quistis dear, I was wondering if you'd seen Selphie. She didn't come home last night and I'm a tad worried.*
"No sorry Mrs Tilmitt I haven't. If I see her I'll tell her to ring you straight away."
*Thankyou, bye.*
"Bye..."
Quistis quickly dialled Selphie's cell phone number.
*HEY THERE! It's Selphie here and I'm not here... kinda ummm... but leave a message after the BEEP and I'll make super sure that I get back to you!*
"Hi Selphie, your mum's really worried about you so ring home."
"Why... why are you doing this?" Selphie said quietly when John entered the room.
"I'm sorry I didn't hear you."
"Why are you doing this?" Selphie repeated louder.
John sat down on the couch and stared at Selphie.
"Because sooner or later Rinoa is going to come here. Caraway and the others have a head start on us but Rinoa and I will catch up with them in heaven."
"How will you do that? Caraway's dead!" Selphie said urging the conversation on further.
"Yes... your point?"
Selphie shook her head and felt tears well up in the back of her eyes again.
Selphie tried to think of something more to say. She inched closer to Irvine who stared at her in confusion.
He felt something sharp come in contact with his hands and understood what Selphie was doing. She had something.
'C'mon Irvine grab it, you've got more of a chance of getting out of here.'
Irvine grasped it and held onto it. He began slowly cutting through the material that held his hands bound. As soon as John left the room he'd begin in the one around his feet.
Quistis grabbed her keys and her jacket. She raced out her door without giving Rinoa any explanation of where she was going.
'What if what Kayla said was right? What if Selphie's in trouble...'
"Just go get help; you can't risk your life and your family's for this. Go get help." Selphie whispered as Irvine stood.
He nodded and gave her a quick kiss before bolting out the door at the speed of light.
Quistis couldn't get past the sinking feeling inside her stomach. She knew that something was wrong, something had to be wrong. Selphie never just up and left, she was pretty erratic but never that erratic.
'Please be at Irvine's Selphie... please just have fallen asleep or something...'
Quistis dialled Selphie's number again but got the same no answer.
She threw her phone in the backseat in frustration and put her foot down further on acceleration. Suddenly she saw flashing lights behind her and a loud siren.
'HOW IS IT THAT SQUALL AND SEIFER RACE ALL THE TIME BUT THE MOMENT I SPEED I GET PULLED OVER!!!!'
Squall heard a loud knock on his door and immediately knew that it was Zell. Only Zell knocked like it was a twenty foot wide door, with a six foot wide steel casing.
"Yeah."
Zell sauntered into Squall's room and sat down with a sigh on one of Squall's bean bags.
Squall ignored the sigh the first time but the second one was so out there that it couldn't be ignored.
"Whats wrong?" Squall said uninterestedly.
"Nothing..." Zell replied adding another sigh.
"Just get to the point."
"Well I would've asked Irvine about this sort of thing but he's not answering his phone... and I asked Seifer but he said that my chances were nil and I should just keep masturbating so I thought that you might be able to help."
Squall rolled his eyes and reopened the magazine he had been previously been reading.
"Nice to know I'm always your first choice Zell." Squall said sarcastically.
"Yeah, but there's this chick and she's really hot and stuff, but I dunno how to talk to her. Every time I even think about her I go all dumb."
"What a change." Squall said absent mindedly turning a page.
"Shut up! But what do you think I should do?"
"Put her in your spank bank and move on."
"I remember someone saying that to you about Rinoa and look what happened!"
"Exactly, do what your gut tells you to do. Who cares what other people have to say about it, what matters is what you think you should do. If you followed what everyone else told you to do then you'd live a conformist, boring ass life." Squall said while reading about what to do if ever attacked by ravenous monkeys.
"Wow that was awe inspiring."
"I've been talking to my dad a lot."
Squall suddenly felt bad about those words.
"...Lucky..." Squall shut his magazine and sat up on his bed. Zell's father had died of cancer about five years ago. Zell was pretty broken up about it and hence his tendency to get into a bit of trouble.
"You can always talk to my old man if you need to. You know that right Zell?"
Zell nodded and quickly changed the subject.
"So how are things between you and Rinoa?"
Squall did a dramatic fall back on his bed and landed on his pillows.
"Great... no more than great. She's everything. She's nothing like the other chicks that I've been with..."
"Its cause she religious. Religious girls have values, more class in my opinion." Zell said wisely.
"You've been out with a religious chick?"
"Well there was that Satanist with the Mohawk. That girl had class." Zell replied dreamily.
"I don't know, the day she ate that cockroach it sorta put me off."
"Ow yeah... pure class."
"Listen, I know I was speeding, here is my licence and registration. Can I go now?" Quistis exclaimed.
"Could you please step out of the car and walk in a straight line ma'am?" the officer demanded.
Quistis let out a frustrated cry and slammed her hands against her steering wheel.
'Selphie... I hope you're alright...'
Selphie leaned her head against the couch and closed her eyes. She couldn't believe that she was in this situation.
'Only I could get myself stuck in this... why is it always me...'
Wow this fic is weird...