(a/n: no longer stuck! What a joyous day! Don't own ff8 or square or anything. Just this idea. And sierra and starla and sarah. Yep, own them too!)
I was wrapped in bandages. Bandages that used to be white but were now red with blood. My blood. I couldn't stand to look at myself, so horribly marred behind the bandages. Some things couldn't be bandaged, like my face, but huge what looked to me like giant band-aids covered my bloody right cheek. I hummed a catchy song I heard on the radio before, called 'Eyes on Me' by Julia Heartilly. I might as well try to be optimistic, even if nothing was really going well. It was pretty much the only way to ignore the fact in the back of my head that kept repeating itself over and over: I was most likely doomed to be a lab rat. A sorceress lab rat. That's when I heard it.
Sierra… remember me? It is I, Ultemekia… Do you wish to stay here, in pain, or will you submit to me and let me help you eskape?
No, I thought firmly, You'll just hurt Seifer and Sefie and Squall and all my friends! I won't let you!
Oh, yes, you'll learn… After they run a few tests on you, or threaten to seal you, you will –beg- for my help. Let me kontrol you… just a while. You will be greatly repaid. I will not hurt your so kalled friends…
Bullcrap!
Insolent fool! You will sukkumb to my power!
Fat chance! Never!
I will kontrol you, and you will regret denying me!
You won't! I won't let you! They have an Odine Bangle on me!
Odine Bangle? Stop me? Hahaha… don't make me laugh, foolish little girl!
Odine Bangles…stop sorceress powers, and you're a sorceress…
I am a sorkeress from the future… My powers will not solely be suppressed by a peike of JEWELRY!
It's not jewelry… It's a weapon.
A weapon against sorkeresses, like you. We are just alike…
We are NOTHING alike!
You are just… as evil… as me. Each word was emphasized, and I burst into tears.
I am NOT! I won't be like you! I got Seifer!
Seifer… foolish boy… he will be my sorkeress's knight…
He won't! Knock it off!
He will with the right… leverage. Persuasion. Like you. If I, let's say, possess you…I kan have total influenke over him.
…You wouldn't.
Try me.
I closed my eyes, crying hard as I lost control of my body, my mind. It was like watching a movie. Ultemecia didn't release my body, but kept it still, pacified, waiting for Seifer to come for me. I felt like crying, but it was quite obvious it wasn't up to me anymore… I was no longer myself, but Ultemecia, evil sorceress of the future.
(A/n: sorry, short chapter, but it seemed right to quit there…)
