Editors Note: Okay, first off i'd like to say that i'm sorry. I really really really am. But here's the next chapter, it's another short one i'm afraid. If I have the time, i'll try and update the other chapters and make them better.

What am I…? Why does everyone want me dead? I don't understand…

Of Course not. But I do… I remember what happened.

Huh? Who are you?

I am the real you. The original Gale.

Original…me? I don't understand.

You are only beginning to understand the power you have. Power unused is power wasted. You must use this power to kill everyone!

But why? I don't want to.

You can't stop yourself. Eventually, your mind will weaken. Then I will take over. And when that happens, everyone dies. The people in Balamb, the people at Origin Station, then everyone else across the whole world.

I wont let you. I'll stop you.

Oh really? What can you ever hope to achieve? This body is mine, but your mind is in control. Those memories, those flashbacks you keep having, they are the memories of when I was in control.

So you know what happened?

I do.

…

You were born to kill, you can't do anything else, no matter how hard you try. Your body was infused with magic and power so that it became invincible to most weaponry. You have a killer instinct. A sixth sense for danger. And soon they'll all be mine again. There's nothing you can do.

Yes there is. I don't know what happened to me in the past, but there's no way in hell that I'm letting you take control. I'd sooner die.

Big words from such a simple mind. Tell me, what makes you care about humans? They are so weak, so fragile. You are a hundred times more powerful than they are.

I have nothing more to say to you.

Really? We'll see, when I'm in control and you're begging me to stop killing.

It was at this moment that Gale violently awoke, covered in sweat, in a bed in the infirmary. He slowly ran a shaking hand over his damp forehead as he looked around. It was night time. That meant he'd been out of it for at least three hours. He shivered, not because he was cold but because of his dream. What did it all mean? Was it all just a bad dream, or something more? Gale had to admit that when he was fighting, it seemed as if there was something controlling his actions, making him a bit more brutal than he wanted to be.

Slowly, he considered his options. He could stay here and hope the voice didn't come back. That would be unwise, since he already knew what might happen if he lost control. He could tell the people here, but then they'd just think he was insane and lock him up.

"Probably think I'm insane anyway." He muttered to himself, holding his head in both hands, still thinking. He could run away and make it so that nobody would ever find him. That seemed a more plausible option, since it meant that he wasn't putting anyone in danger. He decided that this was the best option.

Quietly, he slipped out of bed. His clothes were folded neatly next to the bed, and he quickly changed into them. As silently as he could, Gale walked silently out of the infirmary and into the main part of the garden. It was cold out here, but Gale didn't feel it. He made his way down to the entrance and jumped over the barriers, his wings easily propelling him over the obstacle. He cast a quick look backwards over his shoulders at the place for such a brief time he had been able to call home, then disappeared into the night.

Unbeknownst to Gale, someone else saw him leave as well. From high up in space, an orbiting satellite had picked up Gale's magic signature. It beamed a signal to another satellite, which passed it to another and another, until the signal became untraceable. Eventually it reached a computer monitor in an unknown location. The person watching the monitor spoke.

"So, Cloud failed, just as we predicted. But you fail to realise that your greatest enemy, number 1500, is yourself."