Wow! I get another review! How cool is that! I posted last night, wake up and there it is!

WOW!!!!!! I come back to the computer at four-forty and WOW! I got four more reviews! (four must be my lucky number today!)

Thanks to TwilightAmathyst, and Emzies-and-mog

and my two anonymous reviewers: gem and a nameless person who was very supportive. (thank you who ever you are!)

Most of all, thank you Miguels-Lover for adding me to your author alert list!!!!!

Disclaimer: How can you assume I'm a famous person whose name is on the intro of FF9? You can't even prove I exist! (shut up lamia!!) any way, how do you prove I exist? Maybe I don't exist. Yes, tomorrow you may find out I'm an asylum escapee, after all, the only dependable thing about the future is uncertainty. I don't own a thing, but I might someday! Muahaha!!! Don't sue a poor little old me, I just try to appease my crazy mind, I don't wanna hurt anybody!

Here goes.

Zidane and Blank stood waiting for the inevitable for nearly fifteen minutes before they finally heard the door being unlocked. They were prepared to see a lot of soldiers with a couple of lanterns. One thing they didn't realize was that their eyes might need time to adjust to the light. The lanterns were completely uncovered and the light was blinding to the two men, who had sat in relative darkness for the last ten hours. Zidane and Blank threw up their arms, in a feeble attempt to protect their eyes from the painful light. At this point, a pair of knights grabbed the two men and bound their arms behind their backs. Without arms to shield their eyes, Blank and Zidane tried to turn their heads as far away as possible. A voice that seemed to come from heaven, even though it belonged to an Alexandrian soldier, said, "Dim the lights, give them a chance to adjust theirs eyes."

After a minute, the pain was mostly gone. Zidane took a moment to look at the soldiers more carefully. There were five Knights of Pluto, five female soldiers, and, as Zidane was horrified to discover, the 'knight from heaven' was none other than Beatrix Nabatsu, the cold-hearted general of the Alexandrian army. He suddenly realized people were talking, "Which one, General?" "The blonde" was Beatrix's reply.

Zidane, suddenly feeling himself being dragged forward, turned back and said to the struggling Blank, "Love ya, Bro" (A/N= To all you perverts out there, this is NOT slash. Love ya, Bro. brotherly love. Any way, Zidane is soo Garnet's.

The trip to wherever they were going was not fun, because the knights' strides were so much longer than Zidane's, so he was constantly being half dragged. Two thoughts constantly circled his mind, as though trying to drive him mad. 'Guillotine or Gallows? Guillotine or Gallows?' When they finally reached their destination, Zidane reluctantly opened his eyes, afraid of what he would see. To his surprise, he wasn't greeted by either of the scenarios he had experienced in his mind.

I'm really sorry for the little cliffhanger, but I bet some of you know where Zidane is, don't you? I just got so bored of typing, and I'm hungry, yes, I forgot to eat breakfast to please all the non-existing people, -except pilotslover and TwilightAmathyst and gem and miguels-lover and emzies-and-mog and blank. They exist.

Hey, should this end happily or not? Tell me in a review. Thanks.