Nail in my hand from my creator.
I told god you didn't mean those nasty things you said.
Disclaimer: I don't own final fantasy 8.
Ok, I'm writing this because I'm in the hell writer's mood and two chapters in one day isn't that bad... is it? Border lining on obsessive but I haven't posted one in ages so I owe it to you all. This chapter is more about Quistis than anything, the dark side of her at least.
Squall pulled up outside Quistis's house and locked his door. He walked briskly up the stone pathway towards her house and knocked on the door three times.
'The polite number of knocks.' He absent mindedly thought of.
A saying that his mother had impounded into his very being from a young age. She was a fanatic at how many times you were supposed to knock, and many other interesting matters.
After receiving no answer Squall took it upon himself to just barge inside.
He saw Rinoa standing near the door looking quite torn.
"Whats the matter?" Squall asked in a concerned voice.
"Oh its nothing major, it's just that when I heard the door knocking I wasn't sure if I should answer it or not. I didn't want to impose on any of Quistis's grounds and then I didn't want to just leave someone standing at the door."
Squall sighed and shook his head. He'd grown quite accustom to Rinoa's weird ways but sometimes they just sort of crept up on him.
*Do NOT tell him about me... if you do, then I'll make your head implode!*
"NO DON'T DO THAT!" Rinoa screamed.
Squall looked up from taking off his shoes and held up his hands in defence.
"I mean... don't do that... here. You should always take your shoes off outside."
"...k..." Rinoa had a sigh of relief and turned around to go back to watching TV.
"So where's Quistis?" Squall asked once he'd gotten back inside.
"I don't really know, she left in such a hurry I didn't have time to ask."
John lifted his head in defiance as Quistis made another threatening gesture at him.
"You don't actually have the heart do you? You've hit me once, on accident. You're pitiful." John spat out.
Quistis glared at him, but knew he was right. How could she physically slash someone in good grace?
"I thought as much."
"Shut up! What the hell do you know? You know nothing about me! I'm the biggest bitch in High School, I go out with the biggest asshole, and people run in fear of us!" Quistis yelled.
"HA! You're nothing more than a scared little child. Look at your eyes; they're filled with fear and anguish. Not the right makings of a murderer." John stated, "You're nothing, filth, a loser."
"SHUT UP!" Quistis screamed.
"Ow, we hit a soft spot... loser, let me guess, freak?"
Quistis covered her ears and closed her eyes as the memories came flooding back to her, her life before.
~*~*~
Standing in the middle of a dimly lit room was a little blonde hair girl.
She wore a corded red dress with a white t-shirt underneath. Her shoes were covered in grimy socks and shoes that were held together with some tape.
The girl sniffed slightly, but tried to make as little noise as possible. She closed her eyes to the world around her and sighed. Her life.
Upstairs were a newly wed couple, making full use of their squeaky bed and screaming in either pure pleasure, or downright pain.
In the room beside her she could hear the timeless screams of her parents. Her biological parents. Before she got taken away by child services.
"YOU SIT AROUND THE HOUSE ALL DAY WITH THAT LITTLE LOSER! What the hell are you good for?" a masculine voice seeped through the walls.
"Excuse me but if she's a loser then you made her that way!"
"Really! That in there is not my daughter! That is just a little freak, some side show clown that you got knocked up by. Worth nothing! Is nothing, will never be anything. Just like her slut mother!"
The girl remained perfectly still, never a tear streaking her face. She was used to this; the normality of it was scary. She heard loud footsteps coming towards her, but she didn't hide. She would not hide.
Her father walked in.
He was wearing a white wife beater, stained with beer and various sauces. He had a pair of black snap pants on and jandals. He clearly hadn't shaved in days and reeked of stale alcohol.
He grabbed her by her collar and dragged her into the kitchen, where the argument was taking place.
He pushed her to the ground upon her entry and pointed at her maliciously.
"See that! That is your child prodigy, which is your gift to the world. An exact replica of yourself. NOTHING!"
The girl flinched as a nearby plate fell to the ground beside her and shattered into about ten pieces.
Instinctively she began cleaning it up, without beckon.
"That's all she's good for... nothing... freak... loser..."
Quistis threw her head back and tried to erase the memories from her mind, as she'd tried many times before. She felt a rage grow inside her, getting larger and larger. She started breathing heavily and clenching her teeth.
'Wow, Quistis's stroking out or something.' Selphie thought as she watched from afar.
"How dare you." Quistis said through clenched teeth.
John made a mock hearing motion with his hand and replied, "I'm sorry what was that?"
This only increased her anger further. She was slowly losing control.
Quistis let out a frustrated cry and lashed out. The felt the whip circle around her head several times before she let it fly. Head on, straight into John's face.
He fell to the floor on impact and didn't get up.
Quistis dropped the whip and stared at the ground with tear stained eyes. She fell down dramatically and covered her face with her hands. Her entire body started shaking and she started letting out gasps and muffled cries.
Selphie watched on in pain. She hated seeing any of her friends cry, especially not an emotional pillar such as Quistis.
Quistis never let anything faze her, and to see her visibly break down and cry was something heart wrenching for Selphie.
After that the police turned up, the appropriate charges were laid on John, who was only badly scarred by Quistis and knocked unconscious.
Selphie approached Quistis apprehensively, around them were about five police men and Irvine and his family.
"Quistis. Why did that hurt you so bad?" Selphie asked quietly.
Quistis sighed and started walking towards her car.
"You don't have to be so enigmatic, that's Squall's job."
Quistis turned around and smiled at Selphie.
"Good word use Selphie, I'm proud of you."
"What happened in there?" Selphie demanded, "C'mon, you're my best friend!"
"Did I ever tell you about my past?"
"Well no, but its pretty self explanatory."
"Not really. I wasn't always a Trepe. I was once a Gunter. We lived in Dollet, the back of it. The part you see on the Living Channel. Long story short, child services got involved and I was sent to live with the Trepes."
"How is it that I don't know this?" Selphie exclaimed.
"There's a lot you don't know about a lot of people Selphie. I don't expect to know everything about you."
With that Quistis finally started on her way to go home for a nice cup of coffee and a long bath.
Quistis quietly closed the door to her large home. She tip toed inside so as to not disturb Rinoa and Squall. She'd seen his car parked outside and assumed he was around somewhere.
She glanced in the lounge and saw Rinoa asleep on Squall's lap, while Squall lay with his head back, also asleep.
Quistis sighed and smiled at them. She remembered the feeling of a fresh relationship. How pure and unadulterated it felt. She missed it, but loved the understanding that Seifer and her held for each other.
She almost felt and urges to invite him around but forgot it when she went past her bathroom and noticed her bath beckoning her.
'Who needs a man when I can have chocolate strawberries in the bath?'
Never were there truer words spoken. I don't know why I put two up in one night... it's a little weird. But I did say in the last chapter that my updates were ganna get more regular, and you don't get much better than this!
I told god you didn't mean those nasty things you said.
Disclaimer: I don't own final fantasy 8.
Ok, I'm writing this because I'm in the hell writer's mood and two chapters in one day isn't that bad... is it? Border lining on obsessive but I haven't posted one in ages so I owe it to you all. This chapter is more about Quistis than anything, the dark side of her at least.
Squall pulled up outside Quistis's house and locked his door. He walked briskly up the stone pathway towards her house and knocked on the door three times.
'The polite number of knocks.' He absent mindedly thought of.
A saying that his mother had impounded into his very being from a young age. She was a fanatic at how many times you were supposed to knock, and many other interesting matters.
After receiving no answer Squall took it upon himself to just barge inside.
He saw Rinoa standing near the door looking quite torn.
"Whats the matter?" Squall asked in a concerned voice.
"Oh its nothing major, it's just that when I heard the door knocking I wasn't sure if I should answer it or not. I didn't want to impose on any of Quistis's grounds and then I didn't want to just leave someone standing at the door."
Squall sighed and shook his head. He'd grown quite accustom to Rinoa's weird ways but sometimes they just sort of crept up on him.
*Do NOT tell him about me... if you do, then I'll make your head implode!*
"NO DON'T DO THAT!" Rinoa screamed.
Squall looked up from taking off his shoes and held up his hands in defence.
"I mean... don't do that... here. You should always take your shoes off outside."
"...k..." Rinoa had a sigh of relief and turned around to go back to watching TV.
"So where's Quistis?" Squall asked once he'd gotten back inside.
"I don't really know, she left in such a hurry I didn't have time to ask."
John lifted his head in defiance as Quistis made another threatening gesture at him.
"You don't actually have the heart do you? You've hit me once, on accident. You're pitiful." John spat out.
Quistis glared at him, but knew he was right. How could she physically slash someone in good grace?
"I thought as much."
"Shut up! What the hell do you know? You know nothing about me! I'm the biggest bitch in High School, I go out with the biggest asshole, and people run in fear of us!" Quistis yelled.
"HA! You're nothing more than a scared little child. Look at your eyes; they're filled with fear and anguish. Not the right makings of a murderer." John stated, "You're nothing, filth, a loser."
"SHUT UP!" Quistis screamed.
"Ow, we hit a soft spot... loser, let me guess, freak?"
Quistis covered her ears and closed her eyes as the memories came flooding back to her, her life before.
~*~*~
Standing in the middle of a dimly lit room was a little blonde hair girl.
She wore a corded red dress with a white t-shirt underneath. Her shoes were covered in grimy socks and shoes that were held together with some tape.
The girl sniffed slightly, but tried to make as little noise as possible. She closed her eyes to the world around her and sighed. Her life.
Upstairs were a newly wed couple, making full use of their squeaky bed and screaming in either pure pleasure, or downright pain.
In the room beside her she could hear the timeless screams of her parents. Her biological parents. Before she got taken away by child services.
"YOU SIT AROUND THE HOUSE ALL DAY WITH THAT LITTLE LOSER! What the hell are you good for?" a masculine voice seeped through the walls.
"Excuse me but if she's a loser then you made her that way!"
"Really! That in there is not my daughter! That is just a little freak, some side show clown that you got knocked up by. Worth nothing! Is nothing, will never be anything. Just like her slut mother!"
The girl remained perfectly still, never a tear streaking her face. She was used to this; the normality of it was scary. She heard loud footsteps coming towards her, but she didn't hide. She would not hide.
Her father walked in.
He was wearing a white wife beater, stained with beer and various sauces. He had a pair of black snap pants on and jandals. He clearly hadn't shaved in days and reeked of stale alcohol.
He grabbed her by her collar and dragged her into the kitchen, where the argument was taking place.
He pushed her to the ground upon her entry and pointed at her maliciously.
"See that! That is your child prodigy, which is your gift to the world. An exact replica of yourself. NOTHING!"
The girl flinched as a nearby plate fell to the ground beside her and shattered into about ten pieces.
Instinctively she began cleaning it up, without beckon.
"That's all she's good for... nothing... freak... loser..."
Quistis threw her head back and tried to erase the memories from her mind, as she'd tried many times before. She felt a rage grow inside her, getting larger and larger. She started breathing heavily and clenching her teeth.
'Wow, Quistis's stroking out or something.' Selphie thought as she watched from afar.
"How dare you." Quistis said through clenched teeth.
John made a mock hearing motion with his hand and replied, "I'm sorry what was that?"
This only increased her anger further. She was slowly losing control.
Quistis let out a frustrated cry and lashed out. The felt the whip circle around her head several times before she let it fly. Head on, straight into John's face.
He fell to the floor on impact and didn't get up.
Quistis dropped the whip and stared at the ground with tear stained eyes. She fell down dramatically and covered her face with her hands. Her entire body started shaking and she started letting out gasps and muffled cries.
Selphie watched on in pain. She hated seeing any of her friends cry, especially not an emotional pillar such as Quistis.
Quistis never let anything faze her, and to see her visibly break down and cry was something heart wrenching for Selphie.
After that the police turned up, the appropriate charges were laid on John, who was only badly scarred by Quistis and knocked unconscious.
Selphie approached Quistis apprehensively, around them were about five police men and Irvine and his family.
"Quistis. Why did that hurt you so bad?" Selphie asked quietly.
Quistis sighed and started walking towards her car.
"You don't have to be so enigmatic, that's Squall's job."
Quistis turned around and smiled at Selphie.
"Good word use Selphie, I'm proud of you."
"What happened in there?" Selphie demanded, "C'mon, you're my best friend!"
"Did I ever tell you about my past?"
"Well no, but its pretty self explanatory."
"Not really. I wasn't always a Trepe. I was once a Gunter. We lived in Dollet, the back of it. The part you see on the Living Channel. Long story short, child services got involved and I was sent to live with the Trepes."
"How is it that I don't know this?" Selphie exclaimed.
"There's a lot you don't know about a lot of people Selphie. I don't expect to know everything about you."
With that Quistis finally started on her way to go home for a nice cup of coffee and a long bath.
Quistis quietly closed the door to her large home. She tip toed inside so as to not disturb Rinoa and Squall. She'd seen his car parked outside and assumed he was around somewhere.
She glanced in the lounge and saw Rinoa asleep on Squall's lap, while Squall lay with his head back, also asleep.
Quistis sighed and smiled at them. She remembered the feeling of a fresh relationship. How pure and unadulterated it felt. She missed it, but loved the understanding that Seifer and her held for each other.
She almost felt and urges to invite him around but forgot it when she went past her bathroom and noticed her bath beckoning her.
'Who needs a man when I can have chocolate strawberries in the bath?'
Never were there truer words spoken. I don't know why I put two up in one night... it's a little weird. But I did say in the last chapter that my updates were ganna get more regular, and you don't get much better than this!