Nail in my hand from my creator.
You got blood on your face, you big disgrace.
THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT! Ok, when speech has something like this ** around it, it means that it's something "else" talking. Like not anyone's thoughts or anything, or them actually talking, but something "else".
Disclaimer: I don't own final fantasy 8.
Selphie lazily glanced into the kitchen to see a flash of blonde go past. She focused her eyes and saw Quistis sneaking around.
"Q-Quistis?" Selphie's muffled voice called out.
After the escape of Irvine, John had muzzled her mouth with a rag. A dirty rag at that.
Quistis continued to stare around blankly. She'd clearly not heard her. Quistis continued around the kitchen and ventured out the sliding door into the backyard.
'I've got to get Quistis's attention.' Selphie thought desperately.
She kicked off one of her shoes which thumped next to the door, earning nothing out of Quistis. Selphie tried again to bang her shoe against the door, but nothing prevailed.
'Shouldn't her hearing rock because of her lack of eyesight?' Selphie thought maliciously.
Quistis stared around the house, she'd been outsight and through the kitchen, maybe this was crazy.
'I'm sure there is a perfectly logical explanation for this...'
Quistis thought that she heard something bang against the wall and was going to take it as her imagination, if it wasn't for about four other things banging against the wall.
Selphie grinned under her rag as she watched Mr and Mrs Kinneas hurl their shoes at the wall after her.
'She HAS to have heard that!'
Quistis walked briskly towards the door separating the kitchen from the lounge. She pushed open the door and gasped loudly at the sight of Selphie and Irvine's parents tied up on the floor.
"Oh my God!" Quistis exclaimed.
"Too right Miss Trepe, your new God..."
Quistis spun around and scowled at John. She put her hands on her hips staunchly and looked down her nose at him in the ultimate glare.
Irvine ran into the local police station desperately.
He banged on the buzzer signalling to the receptionist that someone was there and waited impatiently.
"Welcome to Balamb police station, how may I be of assistance?" the perky receptionist asked.
"You have to help me, my girlfriend and my parents are tied up in my house with some religious nut!" Irvine said quickly.
"Ok sir, if you just calm down we will get you the qualified help you need."
"Thankyou." Irvine sighed.
Quistis raised her fists defensively as John approached her. He was licking his lips and holding his arms out to the side of him to show that he was unarmed.
"Don't think I won't kick your fucking head in." Quistis threatened.
John pierced his lips together and flinched mockingly.
"What can you possibly do to me? What girly tactic would you use? A slap? A scratch?" John laughed.
If it was possible, and it was, Quistis's glare got deeper. She didn't like people assuming because she was chick she couldn't inflict some serious damage.
"Well if you're so confident, come and find out." Quistis replied.
Selphie stared up at Quistis in fear. She knew that Quistis was tough but was she really THAT tough was the question. She'd felt John's strength firsthand, in more ways than she was ready to admit to, and whether Quistis could handle it or not was anyone's guess.
'Look at this guy, he's huge.' Quistis thought to herself.
She knew that she'd think of something, she always did, but what she was going to think of was the trouble.
'Well I could be a dumbass and run up the stairs...'
With that thought in mind Quistis bolted up the stairs and ran into the first room that came into her view. Which just so happened to be Irvine's parents room. Quistis looked around the room frantically looking for something to protect herself with.
She heard John busting up the stairs and banging hard against the door.
'He'll just break it down. Chainsaw massacre styles!' Quistis thought in a panic.
Quistis ran straight for the closet and hid herself inside.
'Great strategy...'
She heard the door finally cave and John come smashing through.
"Quistis... I know you're in here," John said in a sing-song voice.
The doors to the closet swung open and John smiled spitefully at Quistis.
"There you are my love."
John grabbed Quistis's shoulders and flung her easily onto the bed. She landed with her body just on it and her head resting on the floor beside it.
Quistis opened her eyes and immediately understood what was about to happen.
'Doubt it spudnic.' Quistis thought to herself.
She saw something glint in the corner of her eye and noticed a whip lying dully under the bed.
'Kinky... gross... Grow up Quistis, this is your chance.'
Quistis grasped the leather whip tightly in her hand and suddenly felt a strange sense of belonging. Like the leather of the whip, or the whip itself slotted into her hand, as one of her own fingers would. Or as if she found a family member that had been lost for years.
Quistis felt John grab her legs and kicked him fiercely. She flipped herself over and cracked the whip above her head, almost expertly.
"Bet your thinking 'ow shit' now."
John still didn't seem fazed by the appearance of the object; in fact he seemed almost delighted.
"You'll never beat me girl."
Rinoa turned the TV off and gazed out the window.
'I wonder where Quistis went... she sure has been gone a long time.' Rinoa thought to herself.
Rinoa stood up and started making her way to the kitchen, a snack sounded like a good idea.
*Rinoa my sweet*
Rinoa spun around and looked around in surprise at what could've made the random noise.
"W-who said that?" Rinoa quivered.
*Look around*
Rinoa stared around the room and shook her head in confusion.
*To your right*
Rinoa took a step to her right.
*The mirror stupid!*
Rinoa stared at the mirror and was shocked to see outside her own figure and faint figure of her father.
"What the..."
*Its alright. Don't ask me to explain it my dear, just know that we are now and forever one*
Rinoa stared wide eyed at the mirror. She watched her own mouth speak the words and couldn't stop it.
"How do I get rid of you?"
*Never mind that. We both have some very important things to get to. I'm with you because I have unfinished business, until I finish it, I'm stuck with you.*
"Well I don't want you here!" Rinoa screamed.
*How can you get rid of me? I'm already dead!*
"NO! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! I am not crazy! You have to go to my house, he's at my house!" Irvine yelled at the police officer.
"Calm down sir, now what did this supposed intruder look like?"
Irvine clenched his fists together in frustration and grinded his teeth.
"It doesn't matter!"
Quistis watched John fall backwards down the stairs as she forced him back with a bone shattering snap of her whip.
She followed suit slowly in her leather stiletto heeled boots. She slashed it around again and felt the tip slice through skin slightly. John's face came up with a rather impressive slit on his cheek.
"Sorry, I haven't quite got the hang of this thing yet. Maybe practise would make perfect?"
"You can beat me to within an inch of my life, but no matter what you will still be useless, for you are nothing but a woman."
Quistis put her hands on her hips and smiled, as you would at a child who just won't understand.
"Now that just wasn't the right answer now was it?"
Sorry, this took me ages. But I have an excuse, writers block. But it's over with now and expect my usual regular entries from now on.
Read and Review.
You got blood on your face, you big disgrace.
THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT! Ok, when speech has something like this ** around it, it means that it's something "else" talking. Like not anyone's thoughts or anything, or them actually talking, but something "else".
Disclaimer: I don't own final fantasy 8.
Selphie lazily glanced into the kitchen to see a flash of blonde go past. She focused her eyes and saw Quistis sneaking around.
"Q-Quistis?" Selphie's muffled voice called out.
After the escape of Irvine, John had muzzled her mouth with a rag. A dirty rag at that.
Quistis continued to stare around blankly. She'd clearly not heard her. Quistis continued around the kitchen and ventured out the sliding door into the backyard.
'I've got to get Quistis's attention.' Selphie thought desperately.
She kicked off one of her shoes which thumped next to the door, earning nothing out of Quistis. Selphie tried again to bang her shoe against the door, but nothing prevailed.
'Shouldn't her hearing rock because of her lack of eyesight?' Selphie thought maliciously.
Quistis stared around the house, she'd been outsight and through the kitchen, maybe this was crazy.
'I'm sure there is a perfectly logical explanation for this...'
Quistis thought that she heard something bang against the wall and was going to take it as her imagination, if it wasn't for about four other things banging against the wall.
Selphie grinned under her rag as she watched Mr and Mrs Kinneas hurl their shoes at the wall after her.
'She HAS to have heard that!'
Quistis walked briskly towards the door separating the kitchen from the lounge. She pushed open the door and gasped loudly at the sight of Selphie and Irvine's parents tied up on the floor.
"Oh my God!" Quistis exclaimed.
"Too right Miss Trepe, your new God..."
Quistis spun around and scowled at John. She put her hands on her hips staunchly and looked down her nose at him in the ultimate glare.
Irvine ran into the local police station desperately.
He banged on the buzzer signalling to the receptionist that someone was there and waited impatiently.
"Welcome to Balamb police station, how may I be of assistance?" the perky receptionist asked.
"You have to help me, my girlfriend and my parents are tied up in my house with some religious nut!" Irvine said quickly.
"Ok sir, if you just calm down we will get you the qualified help you need."
"Thankyou." Irvine sighed.
Quistis raised her fists defensively as John approached her. He was licking his lips and holding his arms out to the side of him to show that he was unarmed.
"Don't think I won't kick your fucking head in." Quistis threatened.
John pierced his lips together and flinched mockingly.
"What can you possibly do to me? What girly tactic would you use? A slap? A scratch?" John laughed.
If it was possible, and it was, Quistis's glare got deeper. She didn't like people assuming because she was chick she couldn't inflict some serious damage.
"Well if you're so confident, come and find out." Quistis replied.
Selphie stared up at Quistis in fear. She knew that Quistis was tough but was she really THAT tough was the question. She'd felt John's strength firsthand, in more ways than she was ready to admit to, and whether Quistis could handle it or not was anyone's guess.
'Look at this guy, he's huge.' Quistis thought to herself.
She knew that she'd think of something, she always did, but what she was going to think of was the trouble.
'Well I could be a dumbass and run up the stairs...'
With that thought in mind Quistis bolted up the stairs and ran into the first room that came into her view. Which just so happened to be Irvine's parents room. Quistis looked around the room frantically looking for something to protect herself with.
She heard John busting up the stairs and banging hard against the door.
'He'll just break it down. Chainsaw massacre styles!' Quistis thought in a panic.
Quistis ran straight for the closet and hid herself inside.
'Great strategy...'
She heard the door finally cave and John come smashing through.
"Quistis... I know you're in here," John said in a sing-song voice.
The doors to the closet swung open and John smiled spitefully at Quistis.
"There you are my love."
John grabbed Quistis's shoulders and flung her easily onto the bed. She landed with her body just on it and her head resting on the floor beside it.
Quistis opened her eyes and immediately understood what was about to happen.
'Doubt it spudnic.' Quistis thought to herself.
She saw something glint in the corner of her eye and noticed a whip lying dully under the bed.
'Kinky... gross... Grow up Quistis, this is your chance.'
Quistis grasped the leather whip tightly in her hand and suddenly felt a strange sense of belonging. Like the leather of the whip, or the whip itself slotted into her hand, as one of her own fingers would. Or as if she found a family member that had been lost for years.
Quistis felt John grab her legs and kicked him fiercely. She flipped herself over and cracked the whip above her head, almost expertly.
"Bet your thinking 'ow shit' now."
John still didn't seem fazed by the appearance of the object; in fact he seemed almost delighted.
"You'll never beat me girl."
Rinoa turned the TV off and gazed out the window.
'I wonder where Quistis went... she sure has been gone a long time.' Rinoa thought to herself.
Rinoa stood up and started making her way to the kitchen, a snack sounded like a good idea.
*Rinoa my sweet*
Rinoa spun around and looked around in surprise at what could've made the random noise.
"W-who said that?" Rinoa quivered.
*Look around*
Rinoa stared around the room and shook her head in confusion.
*To your right*
Rinoa took a step to her right.
*The mirror stupid!*
Rinoa stared at the mirror and was shocked to see outside her own figure and faint figure of her father.
"What the..."
*Its alright. Don't ask me to explain it my dear, just know that we are now and forever one*
Rinoa stared wide eyed at the mirror. She watched her own mouth speak the words and couldn't stop it.
"How do I get rid of you?"
*Never mind that. We both have some very important things to get to. I'm with you because I have unfinished business, until I finish it, I'm stuck with you.*
"Well I don't want you here!" Rinoa screamed.
*How can you get rid of me? I'm already dead!*
"NO! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! I am not crazy! You have to go to my house, he's at my house!" Irvine yelled at the police officer.
"Calm down sir, now what did this supposed intruder look like?"
Irvine clenched his fists together in frustration and grinded his teeth.
"It doesn't matter!"
Quistis watched John fall backwards down the stairs as she forced him back with a bone shattering snap of her whip.
She followed suit slowly in her leather stiletto heeled boots. She slashed it around again and felt the tip slice through skin slightly. John's face came up with a rather impressive slit on his cheek.
"Sorry, I haven't quite got the hang of this thing yet. Maybe practise would make perfect?"
"You can beat me to within an inch of my life, but no matter what you will still be useless, for you are nothing but a woman."
Quistis put her hands on her hips and smiled, as you would at a child who just won't understand.
"Now that just wasn't the right answer now was it?"
Sorry, this took me ages. But I have an excuse, writers block. But it's over with now and expect my usual regular entries from now on.
Read and Review.