Chapter 4
"Look! It's the Lapdog!"
"What are you doing here lapdog? You're not welcome here! Get out!"
"Get the hell out of my store!"
"You!"
Angry faces started to close in on him. Moments later all hands were on him. Hitting him, beating him. He swung around, hoping to free himself from them, but another angry crowd closed in on him from behind. He spun around swiftly before running away from them.
"Yeah! Run like a dog, Lapdog! Hope you're reunited with your witch in hell soon!" They yelled after him. He kept running away from them, but he's not getting any further, until he realized that his feet are trapped in a black hole below him, sucking him into the darkness. He reached out, eyes wide in terror, trying to grab whatever he could, but there's nothing there. Nothing to hold on. The darkness then faded, and there, stood the Garden, his home. He started running towards it, and fell once more into the darkness. Now, he's seated in a place similar to a courtroom.
"Killing innocent lives…"
"Murderer…"
"Heartless…"
"Your deeds will be judged by the votes… Majority wins…"
"He better damn well be condemned! Guilty!" Came a familiar voice…he looked up to see the owner of the voice, the General Caraway… the girl's father…
"Not guilty…" came the girl's voice… "I don't believe he's guilty…"
He couldn't help but to look up at her in horror, before realizing that the only reason she said that was probably because she wants to go against her father, like she always do.
"Guilty." Came a voice which sounded very much like a half gritted teeth. Puberty boy… he smirked inwardly to himself.
"Not guilty. He was possessed. I know what it feels like…" came a motherly voice. His matron. No, their matron.
"Possessed? Oh cool, so now, whoever runs mad and become a blood-thirsty killer could just claimed they're possessed and run free!"
"Lapdog!"
"Kill him!"
"Last vote, Miss Trepe…"
He closed his eyes upon hearing her name. 'Am I still your favorite student, instructor?' 'Not anymore…'
'Not guilty…'
At that moment, their eyes locked, he shocked to hear her word, and she – just as confused. The floor started to suck him in again into the darkness, he reached out to her, "Quistis!" he shouted, but no sound came out of his mouth. Everything around him started to spin into the darkness.
"Lapdog!"
"Bring back my family!"
"He doesn't deserve to live!"
"Murderer…"
"Get out!"
He was once again surrounded by the angry crowd. They're hitting him, beating him and shouting at him again. Then, he saw light, and a shadowed hand reached out to him.
'Come with me… come to a place where you're wanted… come to where you belong…'
"Sir…" He was roused from his sleep by the intruding sound. He looked up to see a guard saluting by his bed.
"The Lord called for your presence," reported the guard.
He nodded in reply and as soon as the guard left, we sank down once more into his bed, rubbing his head with his hands, closing his eyes.
Icy blue eyes, red lips and golden hair.
He quickly shook his head clearing the image from his mind and grabbed his coat ready to meet his Lord.
A/N: wow.. I'm quite proud… 3 chapters in one night -- the dream might be a bit confusing, but it's actually a mixture of memories than haunted him… - I know the grammar still sucks… " – but please do review, still! Plz plz..