Chapter 5
I don't know when I woke up but when I did, I was lying on the bed again and nobody was around. It hurt to even open my eyes and look around. Even breathing was a task. I thought for sure I was going to die down there with all the wounds I had. As things started to look even grimmer, a very familiar sound floated to my ears. I had almost forgotten where this room was located. It was below the Training Center! The sound of a shotgun and a gunblade resonated in my head. It had to be him! I tried calling out but remembered that I had no voice. Then the tears started to fall again, realizing that he would never find me down here.
As I opened my eyes again, after blinking my tears away, I saw something not too far away from me glimmer in the dim light. It was the TV remote. I don't know why I hadn't thought of it before.
"If I can't call out to him, then the TV can do it for me." I thought to myself. I cringed in intense pain as I rolled off the bed, forcing myself to crawl over to the remote. Every movement caused me more pain than the last. Eventually I made it over to the device and picked it up. It didn't matter that it hurt anymore…I was bound and determined to get out of there. I began to fumble with the small rectangle, trying to find the power button. Finally, after several tries, the TV turned on and lit up the room even more. I found the volume button next and turned it up as far as it would go. I just hoped it would be loud enough…
(Irvine's POV )
"What the hell is that noise? Do you hear that Squall?"
"Sounds like a radio or a TV. But that's impossible. There's nothing like that in the TC." Squall spoke.
"I know I'm not imagining things. I do hear something. Maybe we should check it out?" I asked.
"Sure, I don't see any harm in it."
Selphie had been gone for about five months now since that night I was late meeting her. Nobody had a clue where she had gone and I was slowly losing hope. The officials told me that she was probably dead somewhere. It was hard to believe. Some people tried convincing me that she ran off with another guy. But I knew that wasn't true. Selphie and I loved each other dearly. We would never cheat on each other. So I started to believe that she was dead.
But today as I stood in the Training Center with Squall, I swear I could hear the sound of a TV set or a radio playing. It sounded like rock music; something Zell or Squall might listen to.
"Hey, I know this song." Squall said as we continued to follow the music. "I think it's coming from over here."
We walked to a spot that wasn't even 10 meters from where we had been training five minutes earlier. I stopped in mid step when it occurred to me where the music was emanating from.
"You've got to be kidding me? It's coming from below us?!" I questioned.
"I think you're right, Irvine."
The both of us kneeled on the ground where the music was the loudest and put our ears to the ground. Sure enough the music was emanating from below us. I felt around the grass and vines, hoping to find a wire connected to a radio or something of the sort. What we found surprised the hell out of us both. Squall's hand ran across a handle of sorts and pulled on it. A trap door opened up in front of us. There was a set of stairs beneath it that lead to a fairly darkened room. Squall and I followed it down, having second thoughts.
"We don't know what's down here, Squall. You think it's okay to go down here?" I asked him.
"I don't see why not. I don't recall this room being here. I'd like to find out who's been messing around down here."
I nodded in agreement and continued down the stairs with him. Right as we made it to the bottom, I heard the sound of something plastic hit the ground. Then a louder thud followed it. The second one sounded more like a body. Squall looked over at me, a panicked look on his face. Somebody was down here apparently. I found a light switch on the wall next to us and flipped it. It lit up a corner of the room that was dark. There lay a TV remote and…
"Selphie!!! Oh dear god!"
I ran over to her. She looked like she was dead. Many cuts, bruises, and welts covered her mostly nude body. Her panties and tank top were in shreds.
"Selphie, say something…please…" I begged of her as I ever so gently pulled her into my arms.
I began to cry into her hair, realizing that I was too late. But just as Squall placed a hand on my shoulder to comfort me, I felt her move. Her eyes fluttered open and a smile came across her blood dried lips. I kissed her sweetly on the forehead and began to cry even harder now.
Author's Note: Okay, so the TV thing was lame. I couldn't think of anything else to help our poor little Selphie. If anybody has any suggestions they would be greatly appreciated.