Disclaimer – I do not own the characters/settings/situations of Final Fantasy 8. Oh well…

This story, and the ones to be posted with it, are 'snapshots' of little scenes that I imagined while playing the game. I hope everyone likes my quirky interpretations of the characters. :)

Tortured

Seifer walked down the hallways of the prison and tried to push Squall's words from his mind. After all, he was Seifer Almasy, the knight of the Sorceress. Except…

"…A torturer…"

"No, I'm not," he muttered angrily. "You brought that on yourself, Squall. All you had to do was tell me…"

Screams echoed through the center of the building and reached Seifer's ears. There was so much pain in the sound that it almost made Seifer want to turn around and free his prisoner. He wouldn't, though. SeeD was the enemy, so Squall was the enemy. They all wanted to kill his Sorceress Edea; they had already tried once.

"I-I don't know…" Squall rasped. "I don't… think there is one." His breathing was harsh and his voice was hoarse from screaming.

"I have other things to take care of, assassin," Seifer drawled. "So, he'll continue your questioning."

"Torture…"

"Questioning," Seifer repeated firmly. "You're friends can hear your screams; did you know?"

"Then, even as you… as you leave, you'll… still hear." A steely light entered Squall's eyes. "You'll hear and remember… and be haunted… because you're no knight… you're just a… a torturer…"

Seifer shook his head, trying to rid himself of Squall's words. It just wouldn't seem to work.

--=--

The metal monster rent another tear through the fabric of Squall's jacket, this time carving into the dark-haired teenager as well. Screams of pain forced themselves out of the young man's pain-wracked frame. The dark robed figure commanding the creature laughed.

Both sounds seemed so familiar…

Seifer struggled to escape the invisible bonds that held him in place and kept him from running to help Squall. "No! Let me go! Let me stop this!"

"Why should you stop this?" Edea's voice whispered in Seifer's mind. "Squall is our enemy. He would humiliate us, kill us even, should we let him go. Besides, he needs to answer us."

"This isn't right…"

"Really?" The dark robed figure mocked.

Seifer tensed as he recognized the voice.

The figure walked up to Seifer and whispered, "if this is wrong, then why are you doing it?" The hood of the robe lowered to reveal a face with pale blonde hair and a scar centered between two angry emerald eyes…

Seifer jerked awake in his bed, his mouth open wide in silent screams.

A/N Ah, Seifer… I probably won't mess with him in these Snapshots too much. But this seemed… rather necissary.