Silent Tears
A/N: Chapter 3 - Flashback chapter!! Except..well, not really a flashback...
Chapter 3
"Uwee hee hee!! Burn! Let it all burn!"
Terra's eyes snapped open. There was absolutely NO ONE else in this universe that laughed like that. Only one. Perhaps she had amnesia, as Locke had said..but she couldn't forget that laugh. Not even if she tried.
"KEFKA! What is the meaning of this??"
It was Edgar. The king fellow that was apparently good friends with Locke. Well, she hadn't wanted to trust him at first, but if he was friends with Locke, he couldn't be all bad. At least, thats what Terra tried to convince herself to think. Mister King Figaro was allies with the Empire - and now she tried to remember if this was a bad or good thing, as Kefka seemed to be laughing uproariously at Edgar's accusations, as if this was all a good show.
"Terra! TERRA!" She had closed her eyes again, and not a second later Locke shook her. "We've got to move!"
"TOO LATE!" The door blew into pieces, as Locke ducked behind the bed and Terra raised the covers to shield themselves from the flying bits of the burning door. ~Kefka..~ Terra thought to herself, terrified, as the man, with a face brightly decorated as a clown's, with a wide sneer permanently sketched on his face..
"You'll be coming back with me, dearie." Kefka said, stretching out
a white glove-covered hand. "Emperor Gestahl misses you terribly."
"No!!" Locke jumped up and dashed at Kefka, with a dagger in front of him to make a clean sweeping motion. It happened very fast -
"Blood..." Kefka touched at his stomach, where a small, but very noticeable gash was set...he seemed weak at the sight of it at first,
but looked up, seeing red. "You'll pay for that!!" He shrieked, and raised a hand. "Fire 2!!"
Locke fell to the ground, his body burning still. The smell of burning flesh made Terra gag, and eyes water at the sight of him. Kefka approached her steadily with a smile. Terra fumbled for the dagger Locke had given her, hidden inside her boots, and tried to stab it at him, but Kefka caught her wrists just in time. His hands were breaking her wrists, making a burning sensation.."No, dear. I think its time you come back home." Kefka said musically.
"Locke!" Terra choked out.
Of course, there was no reply.
As Kefka struggled with his grip on Terra's arms, she kicked herself mentally for being so foolish. ~I'm not a helpless damsel.~ She thought to herself furiously, and stretched out her fingers right at Kefka's face. "Fire!"
"AARRGH!!!" Kefka immediatedly let go and staggered this way and that, his eyes blinded. Terra wanted to go finish him off right then, and took a second teary glance at Locke's still form, but..
Terra jumped out of the bed and raced out the door. "Edgar!! EDGAR!" She shouted, until she got to the hall, and stopped -
Everything - and everyone - was on fire. Either that or already dead and still smoldering. Edgar lay by his throne, still and silent.
Terra stood before his body, horrified. "E..everyone I meet..gets killed. Because of me. This is all because of me!" Terra knelt down next to Edgar and unseathed his Regal Cutglass from his belt. She stood again and in ready position.
"That's enough, puppet!" Kefka screeched, bursting through the doors dramatically. But Terra had already began to run towards him, sword raised..and was felled by a sudden troop of soldiers that came behind her. They held her down as she squirmed and kicked, and Kefka came forward with that blasted crown... her eyes widened. "No, no.."
"Yes, yes, m'dear!" Kefka said cheerily, and lowered the crown.
A/N: Chapter 3 - Flashback chapter!! Except..well, not really a flashback...
Chapter 3
"Uwee hee hee!! Burn! Let it all burn!"
Terra's eyes snapped open. There was absolutely NO ONE else in this universe that laughed like that. Only one. Perhaps she had amnesia, as Locke had said..but she couldn't forget that laugh. Not even if she tried.
"KEFKA! What is the meaning of this??"
It was Edgar. The king fellow that was apparently good friends with Locke. Well, she hadn't wanted to trust him at first, but if he was friends with Locke, he couldn't be all bad. At least, thats what Terra tried to convince herself to think. Mister King Figaro was allies with the Empire - and now she tried to remember if this was a bad or good thing, as Kefka seemed to be laughing uproariously at Edgar's accusations, as if this was all a good show.
"Terra! TERRA!" She had closed her eyes again, and not a second later Locke shook her. "We've got to move!"
"TOO LATE!" The door blew into pieces, as Locke ducked behind the bed and Terra raised the covers to shield themselves from the flying bits of the burning door. ~Kefka..~ Terra thought to herself, terrified, as the man, with a face brightly decorated as a clown's, with a wide sneer permanently sketched on his face..
"You'll be coming back with me, dearie." Kefka said, stretching out
a white glove-covered hand. "Emperor Gestahl misses you terribly."
"No!!" Locke jumped up and dashed at Kefka, with a dagger in front of him to make a clean sweeping motion. It happened very fast -
"Blood..." Kefka touched at his stomach, where a small, but very noticeable gash was set...he seemed weak at the sight of it at first,
but looked up, seeing red. "You'll pay for that!!" He shrieked, and raised a hand. "Fire 2!!"
Locke fell to the ground, his body burning still. The smell of burning flesh made Terra gag, and eyes water at the sight of him. Kefka approached her steadily with a smile. Terra fumbled for the dagger Locke had given her, hidden inside her boots, and tried to stab it at him, but Kefka caught her wrists just in time. His hands were breaking her wrists, making a burning sensation.."No, dear. I think its time you come back home." Kefka said musically.
"Locke!" Terra choked out.
Of course, there was no reply.
As Kefka struggled with his grip on Terra's arms, she kicked herself mentally for being so foolish. ~I'm not a helpless damsel.~ She thought to herself furiously, and stretched out her fingers right at Kefka's face. "Fire!"
"AARRGH!!!" Kefka immediatedly let go and staggered this way and that, his eyes blinded. Terra wanted to go finish him off right then, and took a second teary glance at Locke's still form, but..
Terra jumped out of the bed and raced out the door. "Edgar!! EDGAR!" She shouted, until she got to the hall, and stopped -
Everything - and everyone - was on fire. Either that or already dead and still smoldering. Edgar lay by his throne, still and silent.
Terra stood before his body, horrified. "E..everyone I meet..gets killed. Because of me. This is all because of me!" Terra knelt down next to Edgar and unseathed his Regal Cutglass from his belt. She stood again and in ready position.
"That's enough, puppet!" Kefka screeched, bursting through the doors dramatically. But Terra had already began to run towards him, sword raised..and was felled by a sudden troop of soldiers that came behind her. They held her down as she squirmed and kicked, and Kefka came forward with that blasted crown... her eyes widened. "No, no.."
"Yes, yes, m'dear!" Kefka said cheerily, and lowered the crown.