Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VIII or any of the characters. But I wish I owned Seifer cuz hes so hot! The heat wave finally broke here in Fairfield County, Connecticut!

It was going to be another one of those beautiful Autumn days. One of those Autumn days where it is just perfect: the leaves are lots of colors, the ground is frozen, the temperature is in the mid-40's and the air is crisp and the wind blew. But the best thing of it was that the sun shown because four days before it rained for the four days.

Quistis Trepe, twenty years old, ex-instructor at Balamb Military Garden Acadamy wasn't at her school at all. She wasn't out shopping or visiting a friend from long past or visiting the orphange she grew up in as a kid, oh no she was in prison. She was there because of a mission that went terribly wrong. Her squad and she were to disfunction a plan that was going down. A group of men were planning to bomb out a district in Dollet and they had to stop these men and disfunction the bomb they were ready to dentnate. They did, but "wrong place wrong time" her squad and she were accused of the operation. And when they tried to explain that they were from Balamb Garden they were denied and off to many cells they went.

Waiting for her chance to make a phone call all Quistis Trepe could do was admire the beautiful scene outside.

On the other hand the men they caught were arrested as well, and in other cells: cold, damp dirty cells all the way down the hall.

Her squad, eight in all were seperated incase they tried to plan tactics. Quistis was in a cell where the person was in the dark corner, and the person was asleep because they did not move. But Quistis did not go near them because she didn't know who they were or what they were capable of doing. Being unjunctioned and unarmed her fighting skills could only her now.

She also was dirty and cold. Crawling around and having to fight, and jumping from a building ledge she tore her clothes and bruised alot. All she wanted to do was take a hot shower and to be back at the Acadamy.

Quistis looked around and did not see any of her men. They informed her that she would be able to make one call at eight at night. Eight at night was in three hours.

But Quistis had a plan. When her phone call came along she could call Headmaster Cid and then they would talk, and then they would release them. They'd apologize, the money would go to Garden and it would be complete. It would be that simple, maybe.

Across from her cell a guy who must've been twice her age, crossed-eyed, the yellowest teeth you'd ever see and fat like the dickens eyed her. It felt so uncomforable so she backed up and into the wall where the shadow blocked the other person from view. But being close to the person she was able to see their face, and body.

When her eyes locked on them she let out a sharp scream and quickly covered her mouth. On the board lyed her ex-commrade, ex-student, Seifer Almasy. It wasn't the cocky, know-it-all strong Seifer that she knew of, but of quite the opposite. But she knew that it was him for sure because of the scar across between his eyes.

But it wasn't what he looked like he was supposed to look like: he was all messed up with cuts, bruises, he was bleeding and not breathing right. He looked infected, and not asleep but unconsious; dreamless. It was like he was dying.

Quistis didn't know what to do. She didn't know what to think, so she just sat there a moment and stared at him. He was monster in many ways; he did try to destroy many people when he rolled with the Sorcoress. He hurt many people and destroyed. He betrayed everything he stood for, and he betrayed Balamb. Lastly, he betrayed his honor.

But wasn't he possessed to do bad? It wasn't all his fault.

Argueable he destroyed and didn't deserve what he got. They learned that ever since they joined Balamb. But torture was not at all. Seifer looked tortured and almost dead.

"Sir, sir excuse me," she said to the guard that walked by. He stopped and stood there and looked at her unmoved.

"I think that this man is dying," she said. Maybe she would get some help from him...unless he was dying.

She didn't want to think about that.

"Seifer Almasy, I thought he was dead," the guard said and walked over to the bars.

"Hes not moving," she replied and looked at the unsteady boy.

"ALMASY, YOU ASS, ARE YOU DEAD?" the guard yelled and kicked the bars a few times making a very loud ruckess disturbing just about everyone.

Seifer stirred, and sat up. He did not open his eyes.

"See, hes not dead," the guard answered and stalked away annoyed at being bothered by something so pointless.

Quistis's eyes stayed on Seifer and she observed how he just yawned and layed back down not even opening his eyes once.

Maybe he was blind.

"Seifer." Quistis called out his name in the dark of the cell. She stood up and moved closer to the board. Maybe he was messed up in the head and forgot who she was and what they used to stand for together.

He could'nt've.

I know, I know my spelling sucks. Sorry,I don't have a spell check and my computer won't let me download anything otherwise it is slow and confused.

...Yes! My computer sometimes gets confused.

Hope you like my story so far. This is only the introduction. I have written out half the story and I think I did a good job on the half so far. Let me know what you think.

Until next time.. May God be in everything that you do.