Silent Screams
A/N: Should I do a sequel to this? Just asking!
Chapter 21
The rain patted against her head softly. She looked up into the darkened sky, staring at the raindrops falling. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, and exhaling. She opened her eyes, and they were flashing with silver and sapphire. She blinked softly, turning her head towards a rush of wind brushing her blonde hair slightly out of place. Three black angel feathers flew past her eyes and danced with her hair. She squinted her eyes, seeing a large black raven soar into her.
She ducked just in time, the bird floating into the rain. The raven soon transformed into a man; he had two large angel wings blooming from his back. The tips of the feathers were shining with metal pieces. He turned around, his blonde hair blowing in the wind. She took a silent gasp, taking a step back. His baggy black pants shaped his leg as the black muscle shirt showed off his perfect stomach. His jade green eyes glistened with silver and he flew down to the ground.
She blinked once more, her long lashes now grazing his cheek. With one quick movement from a beast behind him, he flew into the air, spinning round and round, his wings lighting on fire. She heard one silent voice echo in the wind, "Run."
She did just that. She turned away from the familiar man and darted down a long mountain path. Her blonde hair bounced in the wind as she spun down one corner to the next. She could feel the beast breathing down her neck. She came to a ridge and looked down; it went down for about a few hundred feet. She spun around seeing a glaring beast smash his way through the mountains. The rain bounced off her nose and down the ridge. She took a leap of faith, spreading her arms just as the hideous beasts' long nails etched her back. She spiraled down the ridge, feeling herself push against the rain. She opened her eyes, seeing the pointed rocks near.
With one quick movement, she grew her silver wings, fluttering up into the sky. She saw the beast reach up for her and grasping her legs. Yet, another man leapt forward, shoving his sword into his arm; the beast swung his arm, knocking the sword holder to the ground. She let out a scream, releasing a ball of energy towards the beast. He looked up at her, glaring madly, and simply walked away.
She was left there confused.
She was left there...alone.
She blinked slowly, the world around her changing. She was in some sort of shrine. It looked vaguely familiar to her. She walked down a set of steps, seeing him...seeing Hyne once again. He was saddened by something, and she soon realized it. In a mirror set on the wall across from him, she saw the world dying. "My child," Hyne began, "I am sorry. I am giving you your angel form back."
"But...why?" she asked, staring at the dying world.
"What you are looking at is the world dying in a month's time. Your son, he is not ready to accept these missions. By giving you your angel part, you're...true love will be allowed on earth again."
She blinked. "But...what about Squall?" she asked.
"He is not your true love. He is just the father of your child. You are forced to love him because of that reason. As soon as you complete this mission, I will give you a choice. Either...you may kill the father of your child or...your true love."
~*~
Quistis lay still for a moment, but soon after, started turning and screaming in her bed. Squall turned around, Dante grasping his father tightly. A white light surrounded Quistis as she bucked and tossed. It entered her where her heart was and she arched her body up into the sky. Her eyes flashed open the bright sapphire that once was lined with silver was there again. Squall took a step back, holding his child tighter. At that moment, it seemed like all things had stopped. She lay back on the bed, her eyes blinking quickly. Her heart raced quickly; she knew this feeling, this was how she felt before...
..."Will she be alright?" a voice called out into her memory.
Lights flashed in front of her. Her eyes cleared and she saw a swinging lamp overtop of her. "Her eyes! They are opened!" another voice called out, this one more masculine.
"What's wrong with her?" the first voice called out. She moaned and lifted her hand up to her face, only to come to the realization that she...was a child.
The second voice huffed out; "She's a freak, simple as that. I've heard of intelligent children who begin to speak around the age of two, but this is insane!"
"Dear, I know. But she is our child."
"No child of mine will ever speak at the age of one! That's not intelligence, my love that's insanity! She can walk, run, talk, read, and everything else a child in kindergarten can!"
"Dear, she is our only child! Who knows if I'm to have another!"
The lights flashed around her once again until everything went blank...
...Quistis sat up, her lungs expanding and contracting to great extent. She saw Dante in front of her, tears dripping out of his eyes. She felt two warm hands on her back, rubbing her back in small circles. "Sweetheart, are you ok?"
She shook her head, the blonde tresses moving back and forth. She grasped onto her child, holding him tightly to her chest. "I..."
"Quistis, what happened? Your heart rate is beyond abnormal, your eyes have that silver lining to them, and your back has these two small...nubs on it." Squall dropped his hand, looking worriedly at the blood dripping down her back.
"Mommy? You ok?"
Quistis looked down at her son, blinking softly. "My...father thought I was a freak."
Squall's eyebrow arched some. "What are you talking about?"
"My father. When I was around one, I...could apparently do everything a child in kindergarten could do."
Squall sighed, not understanding what she was talking about. He wrapped his arms around her, holding onto her tightly. "Quistis, what happened?"
"Squall...I have my angel part back in me."
He was stiff, his son looking confusedly around. Squall rubbed her arms with his hands. "What are you talking about?"
"I...think it would be best if you know who wasn't here." Quistis stood up, taking her child with her, only to go out the doors.
~*~
Quistis sat across from Squall in his large office. He wasn't sitting behind his desk, rather, on a relaxing chair as Quistis rocked back and forth on the ground. "So, tell me," Squall finally said after what seemed like an hour.
"My angel part. You remember, I hope, how it was removed when...," her voice trailed off as she noticed the grimace of pain etched onto Squall's face. "Well, it's...come back into me."
"But how?" he asked, "And why?"
Quistis lay down onto the floor, staring up at the luminous moon that glistened with the starlight through the clear roof. "The world is dying and quickly. Dante is part angel, obviously he's too young to do this. Hence why my angel half was given to me. Although, I do believe it is only temporary."
"Or perhaps a lifetime, if Hyne so decides," a familiar voice echoed into the room. Squall stood up, unsheathing his Lionheart and aiming it into the shadows.
"Who's there!" he called out. Quistis sat up, spinning her head towards the shadows.
A cloaked figure walked out of the shadows. "No need to fret, Squall. It's only me."
Quistis' eyes brightened as Nero walked into the light. "Nero! What..." She stopped, her voice becoming darker, "If you're here, then..."
"Yes, another sorceress has awakened." Nero walked over to the desk and he felt burning eyes onto his back. He spun around, extending his hand to the door. The doors magically swung open as a worn warrior walked through the doors. "Since you are the only one able to fight the sorceress with your full potential, Quistis, Hyne has allowed your angel part back."
Quistis stood up, tears brimming her eyes. "Henceforth, my...true...lo..."
~*~
Squall punched a wall, a hole quickly forming from where his hand collided. He continued down towards the training center, leaving Quistis and Nero with Seifer. His anger raged up into lungs and he shoved open the doors, allowing a blood-curdling scream out. "It's not fair!" his voice bellowed out. A Grat soon appeared in front of him. He pulled out his Lionheart, slicing its heart. "Love can not return from the dead!" Again, he sliced his Lionheart through another Grat. He walked into the Secret Area, collapsing against the railing. Tears flowed out of his eyes. "I...thought she was mine," he whispered out. "I thought I finally...had her for my own."
~*~
They stood on opposite sides of the room. His large, black angel wings rested against the wall and allowed padding for him to lay his head. She stared at him, blinking slowly. Nero had allowed them to be there by themselves, to talk he said, though, there wasn't much talking. Seifer opened his jaded green eyes and watched her watching him. "So," he mumbled out, his spiky blonde hair allowing her to see a different him.
"So," she responded. Her silk robe hugged her body as she rubbed her arms.
"How's your child?" he asked, still looking at her.
"His name is Dante, and...he's good." Seifer nodded. "How's your...um...life?"
"The afterlife, rather. Gave me a whole new outlook and philosophy. Hyne allowed me to become a SeaD martyr, but, since I wasn't an official SeaD, I have black wings."
"Aren't they rather...demonic?"
"Yea, I guess. But, then again, wasn't I always demonic?" Quistis smiled. Seifer walked over to her, pushing her hair out of her face. "Don't tell Squall."
"What?" she asked, looking into his eyes.
"I've...kind of been watching you." Her eyes went wide as she suddenly swung at him. He caught her hand before it hit his jaw. He smirked. "I catch on quicker now."
Suddenly, he was on the floor and her Save the Queen was dangling on his chest. "Don't be so modest, Seifer," she responded sarcastically.
A/N: Should I do a sequel to this? Just asking!
Chapter 21
The rain patted against her head softly. She looked up into the darkened sky, staring at the raindrops falling. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, and exhaling. She opened her eyes, and they were flashing with silver and sapphire. She blinked softly, turning her head towards a rush of wind brushing her blonde hair slightly out of place. Three black angel feathers flew past her eyes and danced with her hair. She squinted her eyes, seeing a large black raven soar into her.
She ducked just in time, the bird floating into the rain. The raven soon transformed into a man; he had two large angel wings blooming from his back. The tips of the feathers were shining with metal pieces. He turned around, his blonde hair blowing in the wind. She took a silent gasp, taking a step back. His baggy black pants shaped his leg as the black muscle shirt showed off his perfect stomach. His jade green eyes glistened with silver and he flew down to the ground.
She blinked once more, her long lashes now grazing his cheek. With one quick movement from a beast behind him, he flew into the air, spinning round and round, his wings lighting on fire. She heard one silent voice echo in the wind, "Run."
She did just that. She turned away from the familiar man and darted down a long mountain path. Her blonde hair bounced in the wind as she spun down one corner to the next. She could feel the beast breathing down her neck. She came to a ridge and looked down; it went down for about a few hundred feet. She spun around seeing a glaring beast smash his way through the mountains. The rain bounced off her nose and down the ridge. She took a leap of faith, spreading her arms just as the hideous beasts' long nails etched her back. She spiraled down the ridge, feeling herself push against the rain. She opened her eyes, seeing the pointed rocks near.
With one quick movement, she grew her silver wings, fluttering up into the sky. She saw the beast reach up for her and grasping her legs. Yet, another man leapt forward, shoving his sword into his arm; the beast swung his arm, knocking the sword holder to the ground. She let out a scream, releasing a ball of energy towards the beast. He looked up at her, glaring madly, and simply walked away.
She was left there confused.
She was left there...alone.
She blinked slowly, the world around her changing. She was in some sort of shrine. It looked vaguely familiar to her. She walked down a set of steps, seeing him...seeing Hyne once again. He was saddened by something, and she soon realized it. In a mirror set on the wall across from him, she saw the world dying. "My child," Hyne began, "I am sorry. I am giving you your angel form back."
"But...why?" she asked, staring at the dying world.
"What you are looking at is the world dying in a month's time. Your son, he is not ready to accept these missions. By giving you your angel part, you're...true love will be allowed on earth again."
She blinked. "But...what about Squall?" she asked.
"He is not your true love. He is just the father of your child. You are forced to love him because of that reason. As soon as you complete this mission, I will give you a choice. Either...you may kill the father of your child or...your true love."
~*~
Quistis lay still for a moment, but soon after, started turning and screaming in her bed. Squall turned around, Dante grasping his father tightly. A white light surrounded Quistis as she bucked and tossed. It entered her where her heart was and she arched her body up into the sky. Her eyes flashed open the bright sapphire that once was lined with silver was there again. Squall took a step back, holding his child tighter. At that moment, it seemed like all things had stopped. She lay back on the bed, her eyes blinking quickly. Her heart raced quickly; she knew this feeling, this was how she felt before...
..."Will she be alright?" a voice called out into her memory.
Lights flashed in front of her. Her eyes cleared and she saw a swinging lamp overtop of her. "Her eyes! They are opened!" another voice called out, this one more masculine.
"What's wrong with her?" the first voice called out. She moaned and lifted her hand up to her face, only to come to the realization that she...was a child.
The second voice huffed out; "She's a freak, simple as that. I've heard of intelligent children who begin to speak around the age of two, but this is insane!"
"Dear, I know. But she is our child."
"No child of mine will ever speak at the age of one! That's not intelligence, my love that's insanity! She can walk, run, talk, read, and everything else a child in kindergarten can!"
"Dear, she is our only child! Who knows if I'm to have another!"
The lights flashed around her once again until everything went blank...
...Quistis sat up, her lungs expanding and contracting to great extent. She saw Dante in front of her, tears dripping out of his eyes. She felt two warm hands on her back, rubbing her back in small circles. "Sweetheart, are you ok?"
She shook her head, the blonde tresses moving back and forth. She grasped onto her child, holding him tightly to her chest. "I..."
"Quistis, what happened? Your heart rate is beyond abnormal, your eyes have that silver lining to them, and your back has these two small...nubs on it." Squall dropped his hand, looking worriedly at the blood dripping down her back.
"Mommy? You ok?"
Quistis looked down at her son, blinking softly. "My...father thought I was a freak."
Squall's eyebrow arched some. "What are you talking about?"
"My father. When I was around one, I...could apparently do everything a child in kindergarten could do."
Squall sighed, not understanding what she was talking about. He wrapped his arms around her, holding onto her tightly. "Quistis, what happened?"
"Squall...I have my angel part back in me."
He was stiff, his son looking confusedly around. Squall rubbed her arms with his hands. "What are you talking about?"
"I...think it would be best if you know who wasn't here." Quistis stood up, taking her child with her, only to go out the doors.
~*~
Quistis sat across from Squall in his large office. He wasn't sitting behind his desk, rather, on a relaxing chair as Quistis rocked back and forth on the ground. "So, tell me," Squall finally said after what seemed like an hour.
"My angel part. You remember, I hope, how it was removed when...," her voice trailed off as she noticed the grimace of pain etched onto Squall's face. "Well, it's...come back into me."
"But how?" he asked, "And why?"
Quistis lay down onto the floor, staring up at the luminous moon that glistened with the starlight through the clear roof. "The world is dying and quickly. Dante is part angel, obviously he's too young to do this. Hence why my angel half was given to me. Although, I do believe it is only temporary."
"Or perhaps a lifetime, if Hyne so decides," a familiar voice echoed into the room. Squall stood up, unsheathing his Lionheart and aiming it into the shadows.
"Who's there!" he called out. Quistis sat up, spinning her head towards the shadows.
A cloaked figure walked out of the shadows. "No need to fret, Squall. It's only me."
Quistis' eyes brightened as Nero walked into the light. "Nero! What..." She stopped, her voice becoming darker, "If you're here, then..."
"Yes, another sorceress has awakened." Nero walked over to the desk and he felt burning eyes onto his back. He spun around, extending his hand to the door. The doors magically swung open as a worn warrior walked through the doors. "Since you are the only one able to fight the sorceress with your full potential, Quistis, Hyne has allowed your angel part back."
Quistis stood up, tears brimming her eyes. "Henceforth, my...true...lo..."
~*~
Squall punched a wall, a hole quickly forming from where his hand collided. He continued down towards the training center, leaving Quistis and Nero with Seifer. His anger raged up into lungs and he shoved open the doors, allowing a blood-curdling scream out. "It's not fair!" his voice bellowed out. A Grat soon appeared in front of him. He pulled out his Lionheart, slicing its heart. "Love can not return from the dead!" Again, he sliced his Lionheart through another Grat. He walked into the Secret Area, collapsing against the railing. Tears flowed out of his eyes. "I...thought she was mine," he whispered out. "I thought I finally...had her for my own."
~*~
They stood on opposite sides of the room. His large, black angel wings rested against the wall and allowed padding for him to lay his head. She stared at him, blinking slowly. Nero had allowed them to be there by themselves, to talk he said, though, there wasn't much talking. Seifer opened his jaded green eyes and watched her watching him. "So," he mumbled out, his spiky blonde hair allowing her to see a different him.
"So," she responded. Her silk robe hugged her body as she rubbed her arms.
"How's your child?" he asked, still looking at her.
"His name is Dante, and...he's good." Seifer nodded. "How's your...um...life?"
"The afterlife, rather. Gave me a whole new outlook and philosophy. Hyne allowed me to become a SeaD martyr, but, since I wasn't an official SeaD, I have black wings."
"Aren't they rather...demonic?"
"Yea, I guess. But, then again, wasn't I always demonic?" Quistis smiled. Seifer walked over to her, pushing her hair out of her face. "Don't tell Squall."
"What?" she asked, looking into his eyes.
"I've...kind of been watching you." Her eyes went wide as she suddenly swung at him. He caught her hand before it hit his jaw. He smirked. "I catch on quicker now."
Suddenly, he was on the floor and her Save the Queen was dangling on his chest. "Don't be so modest, Seifer," she responded sarcastically.