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The Devil's Cry: A FFVIII Fanfic
Chapter 4 (At last)
It was panic in the cockpit of the Ragnarok as the alarm blared into life. Everyone was panicking except Squall. He alone seemed calm and composed as though he knew what to do.
Zell Dincht was the most frantic of the panickers. He ran around the cockpit screaming, "We're all gonna die! We're all gonna die! And I haven't even got married yet! We're all gonna die!"
Squall walked over to the control panel and confidently pressed an unlabelled button. Immediately, Ragnarok started to quake.
Then a blue pulse of light emanated out of the Ragnarok and blasted the 56 missiles away. The fire propelling the missile sputtered and went out.
Thus, the missiles were immobilized. It turned out that the pulse was an Electromagnetic pulse or EMP for short. It stops any electrical activity from happening. Ragnarok was coated with a special reflective coat of armor and was immune to it's own EMP wave.
Zell, who was kneeling on the ground and begging god to forgive him for his sins, stood up and pretended that he knew all along that Squall would save them.
The rest of the crew calmed down and returned to their seats as Squall turned around and smiled reassuringly at them.
"Ok. To Barbados we go!" Roger declared, firing up Ragnarok's ion thrusters.
At that precise moment, the Ragnarok intercom buzzed into life again. "112 NW987 Warheads are detected at a range of 10,000 miles."
This time, even Squall started to panic. He started to think as the cockpit around him burst into chaos again.
Thinking hard, he finally got it. He left the cockpit and into the changing room. He grabbed a spacesuit and his Lionheart 3000. He changed into the spacesuit and went back into the cockpit.
"Roger, open the hatch to the outside." Squall commanded. Roger looked stunned but did so anyway.
Rinoa questioned him, "What are you trying to do, Squall?"
"Remember how I swore that I would protect you forever in our wedding vows? Well, I'm about to do that now!" He replied.
With that, he exited the cockpit once more and headed for the exit of the spacecraft.
As he climbed out of the warm confines of the Ragnarok into the icy coldness of deep space, he muttered a prayer.
The only thing that connected him to the Ragnarok was the cable, which was to prevent him from drifting away.
Squall looked ahead. He could see the dots representing the missiles headed for his way. Gripping his Lionheart 3000, he thought hard.
Maybe it was fated that they would die. Fated that Baal would take over. Fated that Earth would suffer because their heroes die. Squall knew he could not let that happen.
He leapt high, the cable strained, and raised his Lionheart 3000. Fate was the cause of all this and therefore, fate shall end it.
"Fated Circle!" Squall yelled. He swung his Gunblade once. A white colored shockwave burst out towards the missiles.
As the shockwave collided with the missiles, the missiles exploded, leaving Ragnarok safe again.
Squall heaved a sigh of relief and headed back to the Ragnarok. However, due to the strain placed on the cable, the cable snapped and Squall started to drift away.
In horror, Squall flailed him arms and legs in a desperate attempt to return to the ship. Just as Squall started to lose hope, the door to the Ragnarok burst open.
Rinoa jumped out and grabbed Squall's hand. Using her own cable, she managed to pull both of them into the spaceship.
"Remember the promise I made that I'll be with you till the day I die? Well, I intend to keep the promise." Said Rinoa, smiling sweetly at him as they changed out of their spacesuit.
Squall pulled Rinoa into a hug and kissed her on the lips. "I'm so glad I married you." After that, Squall departed leaving Rinoa smiling happily in the changing room.
Minutes later, Rinoa went into the cockpit. She walked past Squall on the way to her seat. "I'm glad I married you too." She whispered lovingly in his ear.
She smiled even wider and went back to her seat.
"Now, Roger, at last, depart for Barbados." Squall said with a smile on his face.
"What are you so happy about?" Quistis asked him as the engines roared into life.
"Nothing, nothing. I'm just happy that I have a great life ahead of me…" Squall replied happily.
Now, Squall finally understood why Irvine got so angry when the rescue mission was delayed. He understood what it meant to love. He understood why friends was so important.
But most of all, he understood how it felt to be loved…
End Of Chapter 4.
Author's note: Wow. I uploaded two chapters in one night! Well now, this chapter is more of the romance kind. I promise you, next chapter, Squall and the rest WILL land on Barbados. But how? I leave it for you to guess.