A/N: Hey, I'm thinking of changing the genre to mystery instead of drama. That's a good idea? What do you guys think?
Chapter 11 – Bleeding hate. Is there empathy for your hate?
"So where are we headed?" Zell spoke looking around.
"Esthar, that's where. Let's pay a visit to Ellone" Quistis answered.
"What good is that?"
"She might give us some clues about Squall" Selphie commented.
"I think we've bothered her enough" Zell added.
It was going to be a long day. She glared at Zell with a vicious look while she walked with Quistis. Then Selphie released a sigh into the heavy sky. Zell understood not saying a thing afterwards. Leaning towards Zell Irvine said "There's enough tension in the air."
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Rinoa scanned at her piece of paper. This should be it... Let's get this over with. A pencil was withdrawn from her pocket. The name that cursed her world was erased. She threw off her hooded cape which had hidden her image. Beating on the sweatshop door, people inside was making a commotion.
"We have a problem, sir" She overheard.
We all think we have the worst of all problems... She kicked the door down as the men in the room got on their feet. …but what if one day it was true. To live in a hell's hole, trapped... Theyran to the back door trying to unlock it, hands shaking in fear …no where to go. Too nervous to even hold a key, a man drops it on the floor. A constant torture that makes you beg, cry, bleed to get out. As she walks to the other side of the long room she pulls out her guns from under her trench coat. Never getting the message that it is the worst of times is when you have no choice. A man unlocks the door only to find himself on the floor. She had pulled the trigger, again and again. No privilege, freedom, or salvation... Pictures of her mother run through her head as two more men fell. The last one still running of fear… "My snapshots of her life before it had to end…" …yelling for his mother.
"What could she have thought before her strand of life was cut!" She said. Shooting the last man she was then was forced back by the power... the manhad fell on the floor with a silent thud. Steaming hot tears ran down her face with her head throbbing as she said"Could she have thought of me?" Ughh…
Quickly those emotions were rid of with the tears all gone. She pulled open the door in front of her and she was hauled in by some man, forcefully shoving her up front to another man. She looked around; the room was filled with about 10 men. Their guns were pointing at her. The man before her said "Back down Ms.Rinoa Heartilly, you are surrounded. On your knees and hands up." She looked around with no sight of General Caraway. This was to only anger her.
"Where is Caraway!" She demanded pulling out her gun.
"I said on your knees! Drop your weapon!" Then the man that had forced her in the room kicked the back of her knees. She crashed to the hard cement floor, having her knees and hands busted as she struggled not to have her head slammed on the floor. "Keep your hands on the floor, miss." Then the man noted to some men beside him and they went to grab her.
I didn't come here for this. The men cuffed her hands and mercilessly yanked her arms to the back of her head. It snapped her shoulders. Ugh…The more I wait it makes me think… A man grabbed her waist and threw her over his shoulder. Her pocket knives and some unfastened weapons fell to the ground. It makes me think of how much I really do hate you. Another tied her legs together. The rope was tightened more and more causing tearing cuts on her legs. It scratched, gashed and scarred. I hate you. These were only adding more to her assortment. She cried her silent screams. They knew it hurt. I HATE YOU.
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The sight of her surely meant nothing good as a breeze of concern rushed by. She pushed back her short hair behind her ears and approached the others outside the palace. She smiled and spoke "To be honest, I'm tired of seeing you."
"Ellone, your brother is gone. Where could he be?" Quistis questioned.
Ellone sighed at this. She looked upon her closing her eyes, hands together and meditated a visit. Quistis slipped into a temporary mental state where as Zell caught her fall. A loud memorable eerie shriek echoed while Ellone's vision on Squall had come to mind.
"She won't get anything she doesn't deserve" Squall said.
Closing the door he then lied on his bed. "Save Laguna… why?" He spoke and sensed something strange. Placing his hand on his forehead he said "What is this?" He tried to sort his many thoughts and then thought aloud. "A vagrant woman… cheated of a happy life because of men called fathers." He slowly rose up hunching over like this sadden little child. "Is it easy for you to hate your father? Do you want to cry as well as murder? …I can save you. …I will save you. …I'm taking him out" He finished.
Squall turned to his side and faced the wall while clasping his pillow. He slowly shut his eyes in empathy with a tremor of awe running through his body. Thereafter Quistis's conscious came back to reality.
"This is as much as I can help. I don't have much to tell you. Stating the obvious, he's near Rinoa… out of the city, presumably south of Esthar in search of what Rinoa wants."
"We should find them with Caraway." Quistis spoke as she stabilized on her feet.
"So we're looking for Rinoa and Squall?" Zell asked.
"They'll be together so it doesn't really seem like were looking for an extra person" Selphie replied cheerfully.
There was a moment of hush while Quistis thought back on what Squall had said. Ellone had been preoccupied with thoughts and Quistis quickly took the chance to speak to the others in a soft voice. "We should have cadets patrolling the President's Palace. Laguna's not going to be safe."
"Hey, he's a gun man. No worries." Irvine commented with a smile.
Quistis turned to Ellone and said "Thank You. Please forgive me, I never meant to trouble anyone."
"Duty is all." Ellone responded although still preoccupied with her thoughts.
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She trembled and twittered. The world surrounding her was dark and gloomy. She was fatigued. They have injected some sort of drug. I can't take this. Why am I letting them do this to me? Her head was up high and she stared at the light out the window as the truck shuttered her around. I... I... She hoped they were bringing to her father, the man she hated and the one who would end her insane crude attitude to this world.
The truck came to a stop. Grabbing Rinoa along, the men entered a tall soaring building. Her body bounced as the man was going quickly up a set of stairs. Ugh… where are they taking me? They reached a fairly big room and Rinoa was dropped down from the man who carried her over his shoulder. She clenched her teeth together from her drop to the metal cold floor. Somebody ripped off the rope that tied her legs together.
"Get on your feet" The man commanded. Rinoa stared at him not hearing what he said.
"Get on your fucking feet!" The man yelled and kicked her with his hard leather boots. Now hearing what he said Rinoa struggled to bring herself to her feet. She managed but after a few seconds she just fell back on the floor. "She's still greatly drugged…" The man reported to his comrades and walked out of the cold steel built room.
Lifting her head up, she peered away from the door slowly. She blinked trying to focus while she brought her vision to the other side of the room. Squall. He came."No… no." She closed her eyes tightly. "No!" She screamed whiletears of blood ran down her face. She was completely appalled.
I HATE YOU!
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The silence was daunting and her chest felt writhedwith a sort of pain. Such a concern had drawn her to her uncle's room for comfort. With a decorous manner she stood by his door prepared to knock when it had suddenly opened. Laguna greeted "Hey there stranger."
She paced back out of way. "Ellone, I hardly saw you today. Always moving around, you hiding something?"
"…Squall"
"What?"
"He's going through a lot. His friends have been looking for him but he's gone."
Laguna looked at the lone child. Her image just standing before him in the dark was flowing with despair. Her were arms clasped together and staring down at the floor. He drew near and held her to him. "It'll be okay… Nothing can bring him down. He's strong just like his papa."
Laguna released her leaving his hand on her shoulder. Ellone lifted her head and looked at him in curiosity. "Were you going somewhere?" Laguna laughed.
"Yeah, I almost forgot. I was suddenly called to a meeting. Do me a favor and stay inside the palace."
"Yes, okay. Should I make some dinner while you're gone?"
"Great! I'll be starving by the time I get back. Now, I should get going."
"Be careful."
Laguna hurried ahead and looked back in reassurance with a smile.
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She held the cell phone to her ear anxiously waiting for voice. "Xu here"
"Hey, did any thing come up yet at the Garden?"
"Sorry Quistis, no one has had any luck. I couldn't reach the General. It seems that he's occupied but I'm still trying to contact him. How about you?"
"Eh, it's going slow as well. …Did anyone find Seifer?"
"Not even Fuujin or Rajin know but they said 'His past is catching up to him'. What's that suppose to mean?"
"I don't know anything about his past."
"Bet it ties with Squall."
"They're always fighting."
"Children at heart."
