Chapter 7
Passion
Kris and Connor boarded the train. They knew the police would be looking for them, so they put on a couple of large cloaks, and registered for a private cabin under the name of Mr. and Mrs. Smith, an elderly couple they meet in Dollet during their SeeD exam. As they made their way to the cabin, they were passed by a group of suspicious looking men. Connor followed them with his eyes until they entered the next car of the train. They found their cabin, and were shocked as they walked in. They had heard the cabins were nice, but this was unbelievable.
"Wow," Kris said. " We have a couch and a bunk bed. I get top!" She said laughing.
"Yeah it is really nice," Connor said unenthusiastically. "We need to talk about something" He continued uneasily.
"Yeah I know," Kris said in an embarrassed manner. She walked toward him and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. He was shocked.
"Wha-what are you doing?" He stuttered.
"What I should have done at the police station," She said, kissing him again. He didn't pull away this time, instead he bent down and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around him as they passionately kissed. He set her down on the bed and took his shirt off, she followed suit and removed her shirt. He climbed into the bed with her and . . .
(Authors note: im not going into any more detail . . . It'd be weird . . . use your imaginations . . . )
"Wow!" He said out of breath.
"Yeah," She replied, lying next to him. Their moment was interrupted by a gun shot that rang from the next car.
"Great!" He exclaimed sarcastically. He climbed out of the bed and began to dress. "You didn't happen to bring my sword did you?" He asked, pulling on his wrinkled T-shirt.
"No, Cid has it locked up," She replied. "I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault," He said, scanning the room for a possible weapon. He walked to the foot of the bed, and snapped the metal post out from in between the bunks. "This will have to do until I can get to a weapon shop." He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. "I'll be back."
He turned and ran into the hall. He could hear men screaming orders at hostages, and women shrieking in terror. He stepped out onto the car connector, and climbed a ladder onto the top of the car. He walked along the top of the train, trying to hear the men below, but the wind was too strong, he had to see what was going on. He slid down the side of the car, using a maintenance safety rail to hold his feet.
He peaked into the Dining car, the suspicious men he had noticed before were holding the crew of the train hostage, they were armed with submachine guns, and wore hooded cloaks to hide their identities. He thought it was hopeless, but he had to try anyway. He climbed back up onto the top, and began to make his way to the front. The three men were toward the back of the car, so he would make his entrance at the front to prevent being seen. He quietly entered the train, and pulled the metal rod out of his sword's scabbard, it was much too small for the large holster, but he made due. He snuck into the kitchen and listened to the commotion in the next room. He scoured the kitchen looking for anything else he could use as a weapon. He removed a knife from a drawer, and used some duct tape he had found to convert the metal bed pole into a homemade spear.
"I should have been a boy scout." He thought. He heard footsteps approaching the kitchen. With his spear in hand he ducked by the door, poised for attack. One of the men walked into the kitchen, Connor sprung toward the man, and skewered him with the blade of the knife. He pulled the spear from his adversary's skull and wiped the blood from the blade. Connor stole the dead man's gun, and made his way toward the others.
"Where is Johnson?" He heard one of the men say.
"I don't know, sir!" Said the second. "Would you like me to check?" He asked his superior.
"Whatever," The first man said dismissing the second. "Now come on people," He said to the captive crew. " One of you had to see these two people. The guy is six and a half feet tall, they're kinda hard to miss. They might have been dressed in SeeD uniforms. The girl is five foot three, shoulder length brown hair. Dammit one of you had to have seen them,"
Connor heard the footsteps of the second man approach the corner he was hiding in. He didn't want to fire upon him, because he didn't need the attention. Instead, he used the spear again. He hid the second body, and collected more ammo for the gun. He burst into where the hostages were being held.
"I'm right here, bud!" He screamed at the last man. The man threw off his cloak, revealing his identity. It was Seifer Almasy, a former student of Balamb Garden. Squall and Rinoa told Connor that Seifer had betrayed them and joined forces with the sorceress.
"Ah you must be Connor," He said with a smirk. "Nice to meet you." He said as he drew his gunblade. "Now, where is your little girlfriend?"
"Right behind you." Kris said, walking into the car. She had her daggers in her hands, and was ready to send one flying at Seifer's head. Connor smiled at her, she was really the only reason he agreed to go on this mission. He didn't care if Rinoa and Squall died, and he wasn't sure who Edea was.
"Alright then, let's party!" Seifer exclaimed. He flipped backwards and landed facing Kris. Instinctively, she slashed at him with a dagger, slicing his overcoat. Connor rushed forward, and struck him in the back of the head with his staff. Seifer collapsed. "No! I am the Sorceress' Knight, I cannot be defeated!" He screamed. He stood up, shaking off the pain from the blow to the head. "Now you die!"
"Seifer!" A man screamed, from behind Kristin. It was Squall, Rinoa followed him into the car.
"Damn! I wasn't expecting this much company. Looks like im gonna have to go!" Seifer said with a nervous chuckle. He did a back-flip out of the window of the train, and as he flew out of the speeding car he screamed, "Kill ya later!" Connor glared at Squall.
"What are you two doing here?" He asked.
"We could ask you the same question!" Rinoa exclaimed.
"Cid knew you would escape. He told us to board the train, and wait on you." Squall said in his boring, serious tone.
"So the sorceress thing was a ploy?" Kris asked him.
"No, We are going to kill Edea, but we can't do it alone." Squall said, throwing Connor his sword. "Cid said to tell you, 'Give 'em hell son!'."
Connor muttered something along the lines of, "Im not his son", but his complaints faded as he realized that Cid didn't care he had killed a man. He smiled, and began to restore order to the train. They told the crew to get back to work, and they walked back to Connor and Kris' cabin.
Rinoa gawked at Kris' bra hanging off the broken bed post.
"Not a word!" Kris exclaimed as the train made it's way toward Deling City. Connor wondered why Edea had sent Seifer to kill him, but he decided it didn't matter because he hadn't succeeded.
(Author's Note, "OK I know it sucks, but thanks for reading this far...read and review!)
Passion
Kris and Connor boarded the train. They knew the police would be looking for them, so they put on a couple of large cloaks, and registered for a private cabin under the name of Mr. and Mrs. Smith, an elderly couple they meet in Dollet during their SeeD exam. As they made their way to the cabin, they were passed by a group of suspicious looking men. Connor followed them with his eyes until they entered the next car of the train. They found their cabin, and were shocked as they walked in. They had heard the cabins were nice, but this was unbelievable.
"Wow," Kris said. " We have a couch and a bunk bed. I get top!" She said laughing.
"Yeah it is really nice," Connor said unenthusiastically. "We need to talk about something" He continued uneasily.
"Yeah I know," Kris said in an embarrassed manner. She walked toward him and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. He was shocked.
"Wha-what are you doing?" He stuttered.
"What I should have done at the police station," She said, kissing him again. He didn't pull away this time, instead he bent down and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around him as they passionately kissed. He set her down on the bed and took his shirt off, she followed suit and removed her shirt. He climbed into the bed with her and . . .
(Authors note: im not going into any more detail . . . It'd be weird . . . use your imaginations . . . )
"Wow!" He said out of breath.
"Yeah," She replied, lying next to him. Their moment was interrupted by a gun shot that rang from the next car.
"Great!" He exclaimed sarcastically. He climbed out of the bed and began to dress. "You didn't happen to bring my sword did you?" He asked, pulling on his wrinkled T-shirt.
"No, Cid has it locked up," She replied. "I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault," He said, scanning the room for a possible weapon. He walked to the foot of the bed, and snapped the metal post out from in between the bunks. "This will have to do until I can get to a weapon shop." He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. "I'll be back."
He turned and ran into the hall. He could hear men screaming orders at hostages, and women shrieking in terror. He stepped out onto the car connector, and climbed a ladder onto the top of the car. He walked along the top of the train, trying to hear the men below, but the wind was too strong, he had to see what was going on. He slid down the side of the car, using a maintenance safety rail to hold his feet.
He peaked into the Dining car, the suspicious men he had noticed before were holding the crew of the train hostage, they were armed with submachine guns, and wore hooded cloaks to hide their identities. He thought it was hopeless, but he had to try anyway. He climbed back up onto the top, and began to make his way to the front. The three men were toward the back of the car, so he would make his entrance at the front to prevent being seen. He quietly entered the train, and pulled the metal rod out of his sword's scabbard, it was much too small for the large holster, but he made due. He snuck into the kitchen and listened to the commotion in the next room. He scoured the kitchen looking for anything else he could use as a weapon. He removed a knife from a drawer, and used some duct tape he had found to convert the metal bed pole into a homemade spear.
"I should have been a boy scout." He thought. He heard footsteps approaching the kitchen. With his spear in hand he ducked by the door, poised for attack. One of the men walked into the kitchen, Connor sprung toward the man, and skewered him with the blade of the knife. He pulled the spear from his adversary's skull and wiped the blood from the blade. Connor stole the dead man's gun, and made his way toward the others.
"Where is Johnson?" He heard one of the men say.
"I don't know, sir!" Said the second. "Would you like me to check?" He asked his superior.
"Whatever," The first man said dismissing the second. "Now come on people," He said to the captive crew. " One of you had to see these two people. The guy is six and a half feet tall, they're kinda hard to miss. They might have been dressed in SeeD uniforms. The girl is five foot three, shoulder length brown hair. Dammit one of you had to have seen them,"
Connor heard the footsteps of the second man approach the corner he was hiding in. He didn't want to fire upon him, because he didn't need the attention. Instead, he used the spear again. He hid the second body, and collected more ammo for the gun. He burst into where the hostages were being held.
"I'm right here, bud!" He screamed at the last man. The man threw off his cloak, revealing his identity. It was Seifer Almasy, a former student of Balamb Garden. Squall and Rinoa told Connor that Seifer had betrayed them and joined forces with the sorceress.
"Ah you must be Connor," He said with a smirk. "Nice to meet you." He said as he drew his gunblade. "Now, where is your little girlfriend?"
"Right behind you." Kris said, walking into the car. She had her daggers in her hands, and was ready to send one flying at Seifer's head. Connor smiled at her, she was really the only reason he agreed to go on this mission. He didn't care if Rinoa and Squall died, and he wasn't sure who Edea was.
"Alright then, let's party!" Seifer exclaimed. He flipped backwards and landed facing Kris. Instinctively, she slashed at him with a dagger, slicing his overcoat. Connor rushed forward, and struck him in the back of the head with his staff. Seifer collapsed. "No! I am the Sorceress' Knight, I cannot be defeated!" He screamed. He stood up, shaking off the pain from the blow to the head. "Now you die!"
"Seifer!" A man screamed, from behind Kristin. It was Squall, Rinoa followed him into the car.
"Damn! I wasn't expecting this much company. Looks like im gonna have to go!" Seifer said with a nervous chuckle. He did a back-flip out of the window of the train, and as he flew out of the speeding car he screamed, "Kill ya later!" Connor glared at Squall.
"What are you two doing here?" He asked.
"We could ask you the same question!" Rinoa exclaimed.
"Cid knew you would escape. He told us to board the train, and wait on you." Squall said in his boring, serious tone.
"So the sorceress thing was a ploy?" Kris asked him.
"No, We are going to kill Edea, but we can't do it alone." Squall said, throwing Connor his sword. "Cid said to tell you, 'Give 'em hell son!'."
Connor muttered something along the lines of, "Im not his son", but his complaints faded as he realized that Cid didn't care he had killed a man. He smiled, and began to restore order to the train. They told the crew to get back to work, and they walked back to Connor and Kris' cabin.
Rinoa gawked at Kris' bra hanging off the broken bed post.
"Not a word!" Kris exclaimed as the train made it's way toward Deling City. Connor wondered why Edea had sent Seifer to kill him, but he decided it didn't matter because he hadn't succeeded.
(Author's Note, "OK I know it sucks, but thanks for reading this far...read and review!)