Protest
Paine opened her eyes, her vision blurry as she looked up at the multifaceted huge creature that stood before her, its huge fists looming overhead. Her body and head ached from the first unexpected blow it had struck and she was unable to move and knew she wasn't going to survive another blow. She closed her eyes and consoled herself that at least she got to see her brother in the flesh although if only they'd been able to touch so she could prove to herself this wasn't all a dream.
She heard a snarl in the background and she opened her eyes to see the stony figure turn and face someone.
'Leave her alone!' Squall yelled and drew his blade.
'Are you in that much of a rush to die... think of all that you will leave behind if you take her place.' Protes told him.
'You're the one who's going to die.' Squall said harshly his eyes glowing with fury.
Protes laughed heartily. 'You really think you can defeat me with that blade? My body can withstand all metals, I'm not some flesh and blood puppet like Rage or Sephiroth!' he retorted.
Squall didn't reply and just charged at Protes, blade held low until he was close enough and he swung it up, the blade clashing into Protes' forearm as he raised it to defend himself.
There were sparks and fragments of Protes' arm showered down to the ground as Squall's blade rebounded.
Protes looked at his arm in shock as dark viscous black blood oozed from the wound.
'How?' he muttered to himself bewildered.
Squall raised his sword, which was dark and crackled with blue light. 'Maybe you don't realise exactly what I have here.' He replied grinning.
'ATMA Weapon?' Protes gasped and tried to protect himself from the next blow, which severed his arm.
'I guess that this doesn't belong in the list of metals that your body can withstand.' Squall snarled as he slashed Protes' chest, black blood oozing from the groove.
Squall's body was quivering with anger, righteousness and above all the power that flowed up his arm as blood bathed the blade he held.
In his mind a voice raged. 'My sister! Mine! Leave her alone!' it screamed over and over as he hacked and slashed at Protes' rocky body, crystalline shards flying everywhere as heavy droplets of pitch black blood hit the ground. Protes was unable to stand up to Squall's onslaught, his body and limbs ravaged by the malevolent blade that was ATMA. He looked up in silent supplication as Squall brought down the final blow severing Protes' head from his mutilated form.
Squall fell back exhausted, the adrenalin and anger sapping the energy from his body. His gaze flickered from Protes' dead form, to Tidus who still lay unconscious and then to Paine, his sister, who still sat crumpled against an invisible wall. It was then that Squall noticed a shimmer in the air around him, a slight ripple in some sort of fabric, which changed colour briefly as light caught it.
He was aware of a sound and turned from his seated position to see Injustice's battered form falling into the void of the Junction.
'The Key! Where is it?' Injustice muttered urgently through bloodied lips.
He then noticed Protes' corpse. 'And what the Hell happened here?' he asked.
He didn't wait for an answer but dived on Protes' severed arm and prised the Key from his fist. 'Good... we're safe for now.' Injustice said softly and looked at Squall and the fallen others.
'I'm gone five minutes and all Hell breaks loose...' he said wryly grinning at Squall.
'Yeah well Protes here was working for Fate...' Squall said prodding Protes' remains.
'I see...' Injustice said and caught sight of Paine as she started to push herself up the wall. 'I wish my brethren cared as much for me...' he spat sarcastically.
Squall and Injustice both stood and headed towards Paine who stumbled in their direction. Squall caught her by the arms as she fell drawing her in, whilst Injustice looked on bemused.
'Nothing..?' he muttered.
'What?' Squall asked him as Paine looked up at him blearily, smiling fuzzily.
'Isn't something meant to happen when you touch? Surely that's why Fate kept you apart?' Injustice said mainly to himself.
'Don't ask me, all of what your kind has done has been a puzzle to me.' Squall retorted.
'We aren't touching...' Paine said softly blinking.
'I'm holding you...' Squall replied softly.
'But there's still things in the way... we both wear gloves... because we fear intimacy, don't want to touch anyone who might be taken away from us... but I must touch you just to prove to myself that you're real.' Paine told him pulling away and peeling one of her long gloves off dropping it to the ground as she then reached up to trace Squall's scar.
Paine opened her eyes, her vision blurry as she looked up at the multifaceted huge creature that stood before her, its huge fists looming overhead. Her body and head ached from the first unexpected blow it had struck and she was unable to move and knew she wasn't going to survive another blow. She closed her eyes and consoled herself that at least she got to see her brother in the flesh although if only they'd been able to touch so she could prove to herself this wasn't all a dream.
She heard a snarl in the background and she opened her eyes to see the stony figure turn and face someone.
'Leave her alone!' Squall yelled and drew his blade.
'Are you in that much of a rush to die... think of all that you will leave behind if you take her place.' Protes told him.
'You're the one who's going to die.' Squall said harshly his eyes glowing with fury.
Protes laughed heartily. 'You really think you can defeat me with that blade? My body can withstand all metals, I'm not some flesh and blood puppet like Rage or Sephiroth!' he retorted.
Squall didn't reply and just charged at Protes, blade held low until he was close enough and he swung it up, the blade clashing into Protes' forearm as he raised it to defend himself.
There were sparks and fragments of Protes' arm showered down to the ground as Squall's blade rebounded.
Protes looked at his arm in shock as dark viscous black blood oozed from the wound.
'How?' he muttered to himself bewildered.
Squall raised his sword, which was dark and crackled with blue light. 'Maybe you don't realise exactly what I have here.' He replied grinning.
'ATMA Weapon?' Protes gasped and tried to protect himself from the next blow, which severed his arm.
'I guess that this doesn't belong in the list of metals that your body can withstand.' Squall snarled as he slashed Protes' chest, black blood oozing from the groove.
Squall's body was quivering with anger, righteousness and above all the power that flowed up his arm as blood bathed the blade he held.
In his mind a voice raged. 'My sister! Mine! Leave her alone!' it screamed over and over as he hacked and slashed at Protes' rocky body, crystalline shards flying everywhere as heavy droplets of pitch black blood hit the ground. Protes was unable to stand up to Squall's onslaught, his body and limbs ravaged by the malevolent blade that was ATMA. He looked up in silent supplication as Squall brought down the final blow severing Protes' head from his mutilated form.
Squall fell back exhausted, the adrenalin and anger sapping the energy from his body. His gaze flickered from Protes' dead form, to Tidus who still lay unconscious and then to Paine, his sister, who still sat crumpled against an invisible wall. It was then that Squall noticed a shimmer in the air around him, a slight ripple in some sort of fabric, which changed colour briefly as light caught it.
He was aware of a sound and turned from his seated position to see Injustice's battered form falling into the void of the Junction.
'The Key! Where is it?' Injustice muttered urgently through bloodied lips.
He then noticed Protes' corpse. 'And what the Hell happened here?' he asked.
He didn't wait for an answer but dived on Protes' severed arm and prised the Key from his fist. 'Good... we're safe for now.' Injustice said softly and looked at Squall and the fallen others.
'I'm gone five minutes and all Hell breaks loose...' he said wryly grinning at Squall.
'Yeah well Protes here was working for Fate...' Squall said prodding Protes' remains.
'I see...' Injustice said and caught sight of Paine as she started to push herself up the wall. 'I wish my brethren cared as much for me...' he spat sarcastically.
Squall and Injustice both stood and headed towards Paine who stumbled in their direction. Squall caught her by the arms as she fell drawing her in, whilst Injustice looked on bemused.
'Nothing..?' he muttered.
'What?' Squall asked him as Paine looked up at him blearily, smiling fuzzily.
'Isn't something meant to happen when you touch? Surely that's why Fate kept you apart?' Injustice said mainly to himself.
'Don't ask me, all of what your kind has done has been a puzzle to me.' Squall retorted.
'We aren't touching...' Paine said softly blinking.
'I'm holding you...' Squall replied softly.
'But there's still things in the way... we both wear gloves... because we fear intimacy, don't want to touch anyone who might be taken away from us... but I must touch you just to prove to myself that you're real.' Paine told him pulling away and peeling one of her long gloves off dropping it to the ground as she then reached up to trace Squall's scar.