Chapter 11: Tears for the Dead, Death for the Living
Sabin fell to the ground, white light filling his vision. He tried to move, tried to help Celes, but it was so cold. He twitched his neck, but couldn't turn to look. So cold...
Locke stared at the two Gigi that stood before him. He looked at Sabin,
still on the ground. "Whoever sent you here, beasts, he will join you in
hell!" Locke pulled a dagger from his belt and dove towards the first.
It laughed and pounded him to the ground. With a relaxed kick, it sent
him flying into a wall. These were not the Gigi he had fought in Zozo,
no they were far more powerful. Filled with the dark power of Zeromus,
they were more than he had ever seen.
"NO!" screamed Celes, charging with a scimitar in hand. She slashed
through the first one's neck, leaving it dead. "Locke!" she moaned, and
stared at the remaining Gigas. "For love, I will kill you!" Celes charged forward, lightning fast.
The Gigas moved faster. Rolling to the side, it caught her ankle and
crushed it. In another second, it slammed her head against a table.
Rising, it stared at the destruction.
And then it heard a child's cry. Its target. On the ground, the warriors moaned, incapable of doing anything.
"We must hurry," ordered Cyan, charging towards the ferry. "Faster, men!" The soldiers leapt aboard in a moment, not doubting for a second
their leader's order.
The ship set sail for Figaro, and as they drew closer, the screams grew
worse. "Everyone sharpen your blades. What we go up against is more
powerful than anything we ever faced. I have been given the power to
destroy it, and destroyed it must be. For Doma!"
"FOR DOMA!" cried the soldiers.
"For peace!"
"FOR PEACE!"
"For victory!"
"FOR VICTORY!"
And the ship plowed through the storm, preparing to destroy the menace of Figaro. For good or for evil, Doma had gone to war.
"Damn it, I'm down here!" screamed Edgar. A sailor looked down.
"By the Goddesses! Stop the ship! King Edgar is down there." The ship swerved to the side, and a rope was dropped. Edgar grabbed the rope and ascended onto the ship.
"We must sail for Figaro. I have a horrible feeling that something is wrong."
Part Two: Requiem for the Robot
Gogo stared at the smoking mass of flesh before him. "It iz too late,
Terra. Turn away from the evil. Pleaze. Terra..." Terra stared at the
twitching robot, its shimmering silver skin dented and scratched.
"You have killed my Master! Bastard!" Terra kicked Gogo's head and sent it flying across the room. It hit the stone wall and exploded.
"Master?" asked Terra kneeling by the corpse.
No response came from it. "Chant, disciples!" cried Terra to the horde
of followers. "Chant! Inuma morta! Kiam suzak! Pretia chufa!" Terra
screamed. The crowd followed.
And by the will of the souls of hundreds of people, Zeromus began to
heal. One by one the people fell, their bodies exploding in balls of flame. And the oozing mass of flesh began to jiggle.
As the last corpse fell, Zeromus was born again. By the death of his followers, he could destroy this world and rule the cosmos.
"So you and Darryl met in a race?" asked Shadow, after Setzer finished his story. Bored as he was, Shadow was still curious about this strange
relationship.
"Yeah. That was how we met, and how we parted." Setzer stared away.
"But perhaps we shall meet again. Let us go to the airship, this rain is getting too heavy to stay in here."
Setzer and Shadow headed towards the entrance with Interceptor in tow.
"The airship..." whispered Setzer.
"Oh my god!" The airship was melting away. The rain was...acid...
"Dragon?" asked Mog, staring at the massive beast.
"Gogo sent me here. You must come with me." The dragon gestured towards his back. "Climb on. I must find the others as well."
"Ha. Get him, kupo?" said Mog, gesturing to Umaro.
"Uwaoo!" shouted Umaro, jumping at the beast. A huge burst of flames
enveloped him. It did no damage. "Ung'h!" the Yeti yelled, throwing the dragon to the ground.
"Now we talk business, kupo?"
Gau's men marched through the dark cavern. "Fan out," said Gau, drawing a sword. He preferred not to use his Rage unless he had to.
"What smells?" asked Renald, one of his men.
"Beats me. Just be careful." The smell was awful, choking the group as
they moved in. It was like nothing he had ever smelled before, even in
all of his days on the Veldt.
They reached the exit and stared out into the desert. Swarming forth
from the castle were thousands upon thousands of corpses, armed and ready for battle.
"Oh shit," they all said in unison.