Disclaimer: I, Squall Leonhart, am here to represent the author for his disclaimer, as he is too sick and tired of writing disclaimers. My world and Squaresoft does not and will never belong to the author. He is merely a sick 15 year old writing a story about us because he can never own us. (Smiles wickedly.)
The Devil's Cry: A FFVIII Fanfic
Chapter 6 (Wow! Never thought I'd get here.)
Author's note: Before we begin this little story of mine, I would like to thank Vicky for being such a great friend even though I have never met her in my life. Believe me, dear readers, if not for her, this story would probably not exist after Chapter 2. And previously, we stopped the story with… (Checks story, "Ah yes…")
(The story begins…)
The door swung open with a "Creak"…
Two red eyes flashed in the darkness. Then… Rinoa screamed…
"ZELL! Don't touch me when we are about to enter a house of evil! Gosh! You scared me!" Rinoa yelled at Zell who was laughing.
Thankfully, Rinoa had not yet seen the eyes that Squall had seen.
Squall pushed into the house and switched on the lights. He nearly laughed. The two red "eyes" belonged to the electric regulator to signal that electric was not flowing through the house.
As Squall and the rest of the group came into the entrance hall, Squall stopped and realized something…
"The two red 'eyes' belonged to the electric regulator to signal that electric was NOT flowing through the house."
But yet… "Squall pushed into the house and switched ON the lights."
With an eerie shiver, Squall glanced up. There seemed to be nothing wrong with the crystal chandelier.
Putting it out of his mind, Squall looked around. Despite it being the home of Baal, the castle looked stunning, as though it was built in the period when knights in shining armor lived. It had wooden tiling and many hand-painted pictures of knights and the people who lived in the castle.
The entrance hall had two staircases. One on the left and one on the right. Both of them led to a balcony where a door was. As far as the naked eye could see, that door was the only way out. (Not including the exit)
Squall went up next to the door. Irvine aimed his shotgun at it. Squall kicked it open and backed off to give Irvine a clear shot. Nothing. No one was there.
Squall crept in with the rest of the group following close behind.
All of a sudden, Quistis screamed. Squall ran forwards while asking the rest of the group to keep moving.
Quistis had collapsed on the floor. Squall propped her up on his knee and examined her.
He found the reason almost immediately… An extremely long and sharp spike had impaled Quistis from behind. The tip protruded from her stomach like some gross horror movie… Only that this was real… Very real.
Squall felt the wetness of Quistis' blood seeping through his jeans.
"Squall… I…" Quistis gasped, it seemed that her emerald eyes had something urgent to say. But within a few seconds of the gasping, her emerald eyes shut and a trickle of blood oozed from her mouth.
"No…" A faint voice behind Squall said.
"No… It can't be real… NOOOOOOO!" It was Zell. He pounded the wall with his fists.
The others had already returned to investigate all the screaming.
Rinoa was pale, her hand over her mouth, tears welling in her eyes.
Irvine dropped his shotgun in shock.
Squall gently pulled the spear out and laid Quistis on the floor and stood up. He looked down at his ex-SeeD instructor and memories came flooding back.
Back in the orphanage, "I'm going to tell Sister you've been fighting with Seifer, Squall! And she's going to scold you."
"Remember to turn up for your field test today, Squall…"
"Congratulations on becoming a SeeD! I'm so proud of you!" Quistis had exclaimed with a wide smile.
"Go for it, Squall… Rinoa is a rare girl!" She had said with a wink right after Rinoa was brought to the Sorceress Memorial.
"Ultimecia is just an extraordinary human. We have six extraordinary people! Surely, we can win!"
Images of Quistis embedded in his mind. Without knowing it, Squall started crying. Hot, fast tears streamed down his cheeks.
Quistis Trepe. The intelligent woman who became a SeeD instructor at the age of 16. Labeled as a child prodigy. Cheerful. Optimistic. Funny. And now, dead…
Squall turned around and faced his group. Nearly everyone was crying. Except Irvine. He had his cowboy hat pressed against his chest, his eyes shut and was muttering a prayer.
Zell was sobbing and still beating the walls.
Rinoa had knelt down and started to cry, her entire body shaking.
"Lets go, guys…" said Squall solemnly, wiping his tears on his jacket.
"HOW? How could you even think of doing such a thing? Quistis is dead! DEAD!" Zell yelled at him, brandishing his fists.
"It would have been what she wanted! She would not have wanted us to stand here and cry over her while Selphie suffers!" Squall yelled back.
"You three can go! I'm going to bury her body!" Zell said and carried Quistis and walked towards the gate.
"Will you be coming back later?" Squall asked.
With a shrug of his shoulders, Zell left.
"Right then. Lets go." Squall said, putting a firm arm around Rinoa's arm and pulling her up.
"Baal, if you can hear me, you shall suffer! I shall personally ensure it!" Squall said to nothing in particular.
End of chapter 6
Author's note: Well now… A victim has fallen prey to Baal… Our very own Quistis Trepe… Sorry, guys… Had to let that happen… Well… Feeling a little ashamed of myself… Please review and don't send me hate mail please…