Ch. 11
Breakdown
Squall arrived in Balamb on the midnight train. Haunting images of Rinoa's death flooded his mind, as he gathered his things and walked into the station. He walked out onto the street, and was greeted by a host of soldiers, and General Caraway.
"I've come for my daughter!" The General said in a menacing tone.
"She is dead," Squall said, trying to mask his pain. Tears swelled in his eyes, so he lowered his head and tried to walk through the group of soldiers. Caraway grabbed his collar.
"What do you mean, dead?" He asked.
"DEAD! FINISHED! HER SPIRIT HAS LEFT THIS WORLD!" Squall screamed. Tears streaked down his cheek, and a pain swelled in his chest. The General lowered his head in shame.
"I never got to apologize. I tried to control her life, and protect her from things like this. YOU! IT"S YOUR FAULT." The General cried. Squall screamed and dropped his suitcase. He tackled the elderly man, and began pounding his face with his fists. The soldiers pulled Squall off of him and held him at gunpoint. "That's enough boys, if Mr. Leonheart wants a fight, it's a fight he'll get," The general said, removing his formal jacket and overcoat. Caraway was in great shape for an old man, his muscles were almost as toned as Squall's. Squall removed his jacket as well, and took a fighting stance. General Caraway smirked.
They began to pace a circle with each other, waiting for the first punch to fall. The soldiers formed a ring around them to block local people's view of the fight. Squall swung first, striking Caraway in the jaw. Caraway responded with a roundhouse kick to the stomach, Squall winced and grabbed his side. Caraway landed an uppercut to Squall's chin. Squall spat blood, but continued fighting. After taking more beatings, Squall began to dominate the fight. Jab, left hook, knee to the stomach, Caraway was on the ropes, and Squall was loving every minute of it.
"I-NEVER-HURT-YOUR-DAUGHTER," he exclaimed, talking to the beat of his punches. "I-LOVED-HER! DON'T-YOU-EVER-ACCUSE-ME-OF KILLING-HER!" He stopped attacking, and Caraway collapsed. He wiped the blood from his face, and began to speak.
"I realize that now, but don't make the assumption that you were the only one who cared for Rinny. She was my pride and joy, everything I did was to keep her out of harm's way." He said crying.
"Yeah? So you hit her because you cared for her? Makes a lot of fucking sense." Squall scoffed, walking off. Caraway sat on the ground sobbing, he was guilt stricken for the way he treated his daughter. In a rush, he grabbed one of the soldier's handguns, and pressed it to his chin. A gunshot broke the late night silence.
"Squall!" A young woman screamed from down the street. "Hi! Im Annalyse, Quisty sent me to pick you up." She said in a chipper tone. "What was that noise just now?"
"No idea," He responded. They walked through the coastal town, without speaking very much. Annalyse asked about his wounds, but he never answered. As they neared the Seaside hotel, Squall was flooded again with memories of Rinoa. He also was worried about Connor and Kris, he never liked them very much, but he felt responsible for their fate. Something deep inside of him wished he would have never accepted this mission
A/n: Look. Another shitty chappie, thanks Evansrin, and Quisty, and Anna, you guys are the only ones who have read this pitiful junk...keep reading...it may get better
Breakdown
Squall arrived in Balamb on the midnight train. Haunting images of Rinoa's death flooded his mind, as he gathered his things and walked into the station. He walked out onto the street, and was greeted by a host of soldiers, and General Caraway.
"I've come for my daughter!" The General said in a menacing tone.
"She is dead," Squall said, trying to mask his pain. Tears swelled in his eyes, so he lowered his head and tried to walk through the group of soldiers. Caraway grabbed his collar.
"What do you mean, dead?" He asked.
"DEAD! FINISHED! HER SPIRIT HAS LEFT THIS WORLD!" Squall screamed. Tears streaked down his cheek, and a pain swelled in his chest. The General lowered his head in shame.
"I never got to apologize. I tried to control her life, and protect her from things like this. YOU! IT"S YOUR FAULT." The General cried. Squall screamed and dropped his suitcase. He tackled the elderly man, and began pounding his face with his fists. The soldiers pulled Squall off of him and held him at gunpoint. "That's enough boys, if Mr. Leonheart wants a fight, it's a fight he'll get," The general said, removing his formal jacket and overcoat. Caraway was in great shape for an old man, his muscles were almost as toned as Squall's. Squall removed his jacket as well, and took a fighting stance. General Caraway smirked.
They began to pace a circle with each other, waiting for the first punch to fall. The soldiers formed a ring around them to block local people's view of the fight. Squall swung first, striking Caraway in the jaw. Caraway responded with a roundhouse kick to the stomach, Squall winced and grabbed his side. Caraway landed an uppercut to Squall's chin. Squall spat blood, but continued fighting. After taking more beatings, Squall began to dominate the fight. Jab, left hook, knee to the stomach, Caraway was on the ropes, and Squall was loving every minute of it.
"I-NEVER-HURT-YOUR-DAUGHTER," he exclaimed, talking to the beat of his punches. "I-LOVED-HER! DON'T-YOU-EVER-ACCUSE-ME-OF KILLING-HER!" He stopped attacking, and Caraway collapsed. He wiped the blood from his face, and began to speak.
"I realize that now, but don't make the assumption that you were the only one who cared for Rinny. She was my pride and joy, everything I did was to keep her out of harm's way." He said crying.
"Yeah? So you hit her because you cared for her? Makes a lot of fucking sense." Squall scoffed, walking off. Caraway sat on the ground sobbing, he was guilt stricken for the way he treated his daughter. In a rush, he grabbed one of the soldier's handguns, and pressed it to his chin. A gunshot broke the late night silence.
"Squall!" A young woman screamed from down the street. "Hi! Im Annalyse, Quisty sent me to pick you up." She said in a chipper tone. "What was that noise just now?"
"No idea," He responded. They walked through the coastal town, without speaking very much. Annalyse asked about his wounds, but he never answered. As they neared the Seaside hotel, Squall was flooded again with memories of Rinoa. He also was worried about Connor and Kris, he never liked them very much, but he felt responsible for their fate. Something deep inside of him wished he would have never accepted this mission
A/n: Look. Another shitty chappie, thanks Evansrin, and Quisty, and Anna, you guys are the only ones who have read this pitiful junk...keep reading...it may get better