Notes: Well, here's where the chapters start getting short again - sorry about that, but it'll start getting some sort of constant length around chapter five or so. Five is when the stuff starts happening. Emotional drivel here, and I have a bit to say about that: I am overly emotional, and generally pretty whiney about it. When I write stuff, the characters and going to be just as unbalanced as I am, though maybe not quite so whiney about it. I can't really help it, that's just how I project myself into my writings. I'll try to work on that for future fics. However, it works rather nicely in this one!
And last of all: Why the f--k isn't my space bar working properly? This is highly irritating.
Consume - Chapter Three
Seifer sat on his bed. His back against the wall, his legs dangling.He wasn't doing anything. He wasn't waiting. Just sitting, trying not to think. Staring straight across the room.
Just staring.
Opposite from where Seifer sat was a table, a mirror on the wall behind it.
He stared into his own reflection. From the bottom of his eyes he could see what was on the table.
December twenty-first...
Every year Sq-he threw a surprise party. Every year it was less of a surprise.
No celebration this year.
Sq-his plan had been simple - distract Seifer, leave presents on his table, wait for him to notice them, burst into the room.
Seifer had been distracted. The gifts had been left. Then, something...
Sq-he always wrapped his gifts neatly; creases folded with surgical precision, paper always a solid dark color, a simple note on white paper.
Seifer stared into his reflection - did not look down - would not look down. But he could still see... ...at the top of the pile...
Sq-he wasn't here this year. He was gone...
...wrapped in dark blue paper...
With the threat of a new sorceress...
...a small white envelope...
...everyone was frightened...
...Seifer's name in small neat letters...
...Sq...he was gone...
...simple twine holding it all together...
...serving the sorceress...
Seifer got up and left the room.