Strangers
Catch your breath
Hit the wall
Scream out loud as you start to crawl
Back in your cage
The only place
Where they will leave you alone
'Cause the weak will seek the weaker till they've broken down
Could you get it back again
would it be the same
Fulfillment to their lack of strength at your expense
Left you with no defense
They tore it down
simon-lifehouse
Seperate (strangers)
Who are you?
His pale long fingers curl harshly around the sink.Glaring at that man.The man with the icy blue gray eyes,peircing and clear with nothing to hide.
What a lie.
Nothing is innocent about him, the one with the perfectly beautiful face.
Just a face then, the man in the mirror is not reality.
He did not need to live day to day, with thousands of others depending on him. Needing him.
To solve their problems, to kill it rather and if wasn't too much trouble personally protect their rich arses too. Failing that, if he can't do it himself why not send one of the children he had to watch grow up and train risk their lives for the almighty dollar.
No, Mirror Boy didn't have to make those kind of decisons every freaking day.
Who was he now anyway?
"Commander", a knock on the door.
The fingers clench harder, he take a breath, glances once more at his reflection. Squall Leonhart, Commander of Balamb Garden and top SeeD agent gazes back at him in disgust.
Back to work.
You wanted me sir?
Ah yes Squall, take a seat. I have a new case for you. Here's the file.
Murder?
Your favourite.
Where?
Deling. Pick out a team of two and prepare to leave by 0700 by tomorrow.
Leave?
Yes, Commander. You need a break. And after that... incident. I believe that a murder investigation will be like a holiday for you. Besides of which, this case is somewhat perculiar.i want you to handle this one personally.
What about Galbadia? Shouldn't they be handling this?
Squall i will only say this once. Screw them.
I take it Galbadia refused to touch this case.
Run along now Squall.
"heggo"
"Dincht., Get up, wash your face and brush your Goddamned teeth 'cause your breath stinks., Wake Kinneas and meet me at my office in two hours. We'll be leaving for Deling in two and a half. If your late. Your dead."
With a click, the caller disconnected, leaving the receiver to stare at his cordless dumbfounded. Groggy, he glanced back at his bed inviting bed.
With the shrill of a strangled siren the phone began ringing once more.
"Lo".
"I mean it Zell. Get the fuck up."
I don't remember what happened when it happened. It's like this everytime, It it as if i wasn't even there. i was a passenger to my own body and someone else was controlling it
,And all i'm left with now is an empty space. Everytime, Each time i lose control i can't recall a thing, all i remember is the pain and hunger before, the pitch black of cold that drowns me.once my grip is lost and the bitch is loose.
She was starving, so hungry she's become delirious with want. Her stomach knawed at her psyche, the craving so presistent,so demanding she thought she'd claw her sides out and rip her skin to get rid of it.Had to get it. Had to go hunting. To pick some meat, chase it, enjoy the kill.But NO.Sister wouldn't like that. Sister says she can't do it. Too young. Too young. Sister said she'd do it wrong.Sister who isn't here. Not here now is she? Sister left. Sister doesn't care. So hungry. No, don't care, no worries no. Hurry hurry.Sister doesn't matter, not now. And reason won't get through either. Only the angry growls of a desperate hunger, of a repressed space in her soul. What was it like, to change oneself completely? To fly in her true form, and change and hurt. Feeling real feathers on her body. Their hiding now, but their right there, just beneath the skin. yes, tonight she will do it. Go get a beautiful dress, the red one, with the low front and even lower back. Its irresistable. How exciting Rinoa, your first hunt. We know, we know you're hungry. No more waiting. She pranced to the front door, her feet in stilettos, eager like any naive fool. Practically shuddering. She enters the first club she finds, breathing the air delicately through her cute button nose Rinoa smiles at the scent of so many pretty young things. But their not what she's looking for And finally she finds him. Over there, he's perfect. Married, and devoted. A good heart, a perfect circle, he'll try to resist, prevent action, remember his loving wife. how sweet it will be, to chew on that.
What is your name? she whispers. Blowing seductively, circling like a vulture around his seated person, Teasing him, and he wants to ignore her, Of course he cannot, because Rinoa is too beautiful and the poor man is already drowing in her smell. Tell her your name. You want that, to hear that voice whisper it, play with it in her mouth, testing the sound of it on her tongue, roll it aroundd on her teeth like a sweet. Go ahead married man, tell her your name, tell this beautiful young woman who wants you, your name. Scream it even...
"Lunan. Lunan Charles"
...you will be screaming soon enough anyway.
"The presidential candidate?", Zell questioned, eyeing the autopsy photos in a perplexed pashion. His commander nodded, his face a perfect blank.
It would be prudent perhaps to point out at present that Zell Dincht and Ivrine Kinneas actually like their commander. He wasn't charismatic, nay even talkative and at times the guy could be a downright bastard, but they didn't dislike him, there was nothing obvious to dislike. He was their leader, it is because of him and his decisions that both were still alive and in one piece. They knew Squall. He was smart, silent, serious and smoked like a chimney. Occasionally when you aren't paying close attention he'd look amused, close to smilling.
He sat opposite them now,inside the rather luxurious SeeD cart on a train bound for Deling. He kept his eyes locked to the window and the world outside, thinking deeply as usual.
He dwelled on the file and its contents while Zell and Ivrine studied it, their faces becoming more and more dumbfounded as each page was turned. They had the right to be perplexed, not so because Charles was murdered. The man was a politician after all, there were plenty of people who wanted him dead regardless of how clean living the man appeared to be. However, the act of his murder itself, now that had plenty of details for a person to be confused over.
Charles had no torso, nothing solid anyway, just ashed remains at the place where his chest and stomach should be. Everything else, head, arms, pelvis, legs were still intact and practically pristine. Spread out like a pair of grotesque wings were his arms,his head tilted down in the direction of his body, or lack thereof. But aside from the fact, Lunan Charles looked like a grotesque parody of Christ on the cross, that was just the only way to describe the body.
"It seems almost sacrificial", Ivrine commented, reading Squall's thoughts. Yes, it did but Charles had lain on that bed willingly, no signs of struggle not even his hands were bound. Then again he could have had a gun to his head.
But his posture, the man's Goddamned head was propped up on the thick, fluffy hotel pillows comfortably.
The obvious conclusion would be that Charles was seduced. A woman after all would always be a man's greatest weakness. Sure Charles had the reputation of being the most lovesick and devoted husband in political history, it was one of the media's greatest missons to find any, even the smallest crack in the man's marriage. Half of the media at any rate, the other half makes use of the couple's soulmate status to sell magazines and books on love horoscopes, spells, potions and whatnot.
That aside, what kind weapon could have caused that kind of damage? Even someone with extensive knowledge of explosives and arson would have found it impossible to burn Charles with that much precison. And so far the investigation reports held no mention of any chemical trace. The coroner's report held even less clues. The death was quick, the fire that most probably killed him lasted only long enough to do its job. There were no smoke stains on the wall. And with the torso missing there wasn't much the coroner could write except for three scratch marks over the left shoulder. DNA matches are still being run.
"He seems almost….happy. You know the secret happiness you feel when you've made someone else happy", Zell said. Ivrine craned his neck and shook his head, "Nah, he looks out of his mind, completely insane". The commander turned and noted a picture the martial artist was holding. It was a close up of Charles middle-aged still handsome face.
It confirmed what Squall had been thinking. Charles had been terrifed of his killer or one of his killers, but despite that, whoever that person was, Lunan Charles had been utterly, completely, deeply in love with that person.
A lot of loose ends and questions to be answered. And every thought that came to Squall's mind was incomplete with missing pieces. He didn't know much about Deling politics to come up with any suitable suspects, nor did he have much experience investigating organized crimes or crimes of passion. He was a commander of mercernaries and was more used to dealing with war. He felt way out of his depth and just a tad insecure about this investigation.
Was that why had Cid assigned this to him?
The constant and irritating ringing of the telephone is part and parcel of Selphie or Detective Selphie Tilmitt's life. A detective in Deling this lifetime, a judge the last, even a witch hunter in the 1600's. Always close to the law, always there to clean up the messes. But not this time.
Any other day, Selphie enjoyed playing investigation. But not today. Especially not November Tenth when she was the person to pick up the call from the head of the SeeD investigation. The team had arrived and other then feeling a little ticked off that another organisation was taking over her investigation, Selphie was terrified. She was afraid for many reasons but most of all of Quitis and what Quitis would do to Rinoa to protect their secret.
She took a glance at her desk, at the the file containing all of the information of the damage her sister had done. And the DNA trace that concluded that Charles was scratched nearly to the bone by something that was definitely female.
Biting her lip till the blood ran down her chin. She resisted the need to take every single sheet of paper on her desk.
And rip them all to shreds with her talons.
Author's Notes: Em, hi. I know this is a pretty pathetic update. Guess I needed the time to grow up and to find the proper words to write this story on. Anyway I promise to update mor often. At least more than once a year at any rate. Hope you guys will like what I'm coming up with. And regarding the last chapter. I know Quitis is a real meany but well…. Someone has to be the bitch. Lastly for general useless info Nov 10 is my birthday. Lol.