Here we go, the latest from yours truly.Me! This is a definite
Quiefer, so if you don't like those.Read and review anyway, okay? By the
by, I do not own ffviii, Squaresoft does though.God I wish I owned
Squaresoft.Oh the will. Enjoy!
The Gypsy's Curse
Chapter 1: It All Begins Now
"Breath. Think. Keep the blood pulsating in your veins, and
don't let it ever stop. Don't cry tonight, it would make things just way to
hard. Don't let the tears blind and burn you eyes, your tragically
beautiful eyes. Don't blame yourself for the past, even if you deserve the
blame. Don't look at the world around you, whatever you do, for the world
will forsake you, and exact revenge. The world is cruel, and unforgiving,
much like the people. Don't move, never move, then you will be conspicuous,
if you move they will see you. They will see the real you, not the façade,
not the masquerade that is your life. They will see that incoherent,
confused, lost, fragile little boy, unable to escape the depths of his own
soul. Remember the important things, nothing else, because then you will
live, then you can stay in a state of truth. Think. Make sure you wake up
after slumber. Breath."
"It isn't fair," he whispered gently.
"Of course it isn't."
"What did I do?"
"You were there, it was easy," the quickness of the comment was
sickening, almost like she had known all along.
"Don't sound do hurt, it was inevitable."
"You lied to me," his voice began to rise.
"You looked me in the eye and lied to me," again his voice
"How could you do that to me?" this time he was nearly
"You really are a stupid little boy," the woman sighed, she was
him, and yet she enjoyed his innocence.
"I am not a stupid little boy," he said in a barely audible
voice this time, but she ignored him and gave a little chuckle
"And now you are mine, forever," again she chuckled dully, as
if this sort of thing occurred frequently.
"I will never be yours," now the malice was radiating from him,
for he had never been used like this in his life.
"Is that so?" she slowly arose from where she was sitting and
every so gradually she made her way towards him. The room was dark, and the
only thing he could see was her outline. He didn't know why, but he was
petrified, petrified to see her face. It was almost s mystery as to what
she looked like, but he had seen her many times before. Still, he did not
answer, but instinctively moved back. "Don't run away from me," she
commanded and he obeyed, for some unknown reason he just stopped at her
"Leave me alone," the fear was now in his voice, and she seemed
to enjoy it. She took a long breath as if she were breathing in the
intoxicating aroma of his trepidation. But she continued towards him, her
step never wavering.
"You see, you can never escape me, for you have pledged you
soul to me, my dearest knight, you belong to me," the sharpness of her
words frightened him even more. Was it that she was right which was
terrifying him so, or the fact that he was trying to run but could not
"Let me go," he demanded, though it sounded more like a plea.
"Let you go? Your dead me dear, there is no where to go to,"
she was patronizing him, and still moving closer still.
"I'm not dead!" his voice echoes off of the walls which were
"You will be soon enough, how long do you think you will
survive? You have no way to sustain your pathetic life," she paused, "No.
You are still, mine. You killed for me, don't you remember? And you liked
it, you loved it. The smell of young blood, the adrenaline, the fact that
you didn't care one bit."
"No, you made me do those things." he was no struggling to
move, he needed to get away. Now she was only three feet in front of him,
and she stopped, one more step and her face would be revealed. He wanted to
scream, to shout out for help, but nobody was there to help him.
"I just gave you a push, you wanted it."
"You're lying!" he clasped his hands over his head, trying to
block out her words, but to no avail.
"You will do my bidding, because your soul belongs to me, my
dear knight, and when the time is right, you'll strike for me; you'll
attack for me; you'll kill for me."
She stepped into his view, causing him to gasp, as he saw the
face, the hideous face. It wasn't a monster though; it was a shadow of a
woman, obscured through time and deformation. She was old, but ever so
young and her face was one of acid, unidentifiable, and yet he knew who she
was. Her life had ended, but she still possessed a power of him, one which
he could not take back. Looking into the empty sockets where eyes should be
he saw an evil, and with the peeling flesh from her bones, and the frail
state of being she was in, she would kill him.But first she would use him,
this he now knew, and he could not escape her control, he was too weak.
"Please leave me alone," he was trying to hold back sobs, for
the realization of his loss of humanity to this thing was unbearable.
"You will never be alone, I will always be with you, waiting
for the right time. Until that time, remember I will be with you," she
extended a bony decaying finger towards him, and he struggled desperately
to move, but he couldn't. "Remember, your dead."
"Leave me alone!" he repeated, as a sphere of red light formed
at her finger tip, he truly was dead. The light came shooting out, rushing
towards him, and finally it sunk into his flesh, right into his heart.
Strangely, he felt nothing..
Seifer awoke with a start; he had had another dream about that
demon that had possessed him. He swiped his hand over his face, noticing
the sweat the dream had caused. Surely he wouldn't be able to get back to
sleep, and it was just as well, he honestly didn't want to sleep after
that. Something about the dream, it had seemed so real, more so than
reality did at times.He decided to push the thought out of his head, he was
sure it was just a perk of possession. Looking at his alarm clock, he
discovered that he had an hour until he usually woke up, and decided to get
an early start on the day.
Slowly he rolled off his bed, and stumbled around for the light
switch. He usually got up at the crack of dawn anyway, so technically it
was still night. It had some positive aspects though; he was able to take a
forty five minute shower, surely leaving everyone else in the cold. He had
thought it was funny. Seifer then got dressed in his normal attire,
sleeveless vest shirt, trench coat, and black pants, and of course the
Hyperion. Giving one final look in the mirror, he left his dormitory and
entered the heart of the garden.
Seifer considered himself an extremely lucky, and unlucky man.
Lucky because he was, with help from a few, he was accepted back into the
Garden. He was unlucky because he had to be possessed, a murderer, and a
traitor in order to be kicked out in the first place. It seemed that
nothing good had come from anything in his life as of late, with every
extreme down, there was a small up, which brings him back to the middle.
There wasn't a relief on the world when they found out he hadn't been in
control, in fact it was as if the hatred towards him had grown.
People had started emerging from their dorms, few, but some
looked panicky, and Seifer couldn't understand why. He shook off their
expressions and just figured that they were afraid of him. It was then that
he remembered something to indeed be panicky about; the field test. This
was his final chance to become a Seed, and he had completely forgotten. In
truth, Seifer could have passed the damn thing in his sleep a year ago, but
he had an ego the size of Esthar. While the thought of the test made him
sick, he knew that he would pass with flying colors this time.
So in the twenty something minutes before class, he grabbed a
croissant from the cafeteria, and then headed toward the second floor
classroom. It was empty when he arrived, with the exception of Quistis who
happened to be his instructor. Apparently after saving the world all she
asked for was her license back. As he entered she looked up.
"Instructor," he nodded politely, and while there was a ring of
cynicism in his voice, he was mostly greeting her. Since his return, he was
a bit quieter around those he almost killed, to everyone else though he was
still the same audacious Seifer.
"Seifer," she answered in return, "Your going to try today,
"That's the plan," he paused, "But, my dear instructor, don't I
always?" it had just slipped out, he didn't mean to mock her, but it was
one of those habits. She gave him a look that said "sit down and shut the
hell up or else," so he complied.
The six others taking the exam entered the room not to long
after, so Quistis stood at her desk, and cleared her throat.
"Good morning, let's get straight to business shall we?" she
didn't waste any time, "Your field exam is simple, we are going to travel
to Winhill to take care of a few rather pesky monsters.Well I suppose they
have been more than pesky, ten people have died from them in the past
month, so it actually is very important that you all perform well. There
will be three teams, for the three monsters. The teams will be team A:
Banks, Cane, and Bamford, team B: Vinkt, Burns, and Moore; the last team
will be team C consisting of myself and Mr. Almasy due to the odd number of
students testing this year. Any questions? No? Then let's get to it, the
garden should be right next to the town momentarily."
The flying Garden was indeed right next to the small town, so
the group made there way into the main square. Strange glances followed
them; the simple folk of the town were not used to people carrying weapons.
"Alright, team A, head off to the east end of town, B to the
west, and we will handle the south. The three monsters are supposedly in
those parts of town, once the job is done, meet back here. The deadline is
in one hour, so don't stock up too much, just aim to kill. Move out!" the
teams scattered throughout the city. Seifer couldn't help but smile at
their hurry, after all, the monsters wouldn't be going anywhere, and if
they did, then the mission was corrupt, and would have to be retaken. So it
was just Seifer and Quistis, walking down the wooden bridge, leading
"So, Instructor, may I ask you a question?" Seifer asked,
trying to sound genuine. Quistis lifted a suspicious eyebrow, and then
nodded. "Why did you vouch for me like you did?"
"I'm sure I have no idea what you mean," a smile played upon
her lips. He made a snorting sound.
"Don't play stupid, when I walked back into the Garden why did
you defend me?" she had been one of the only understanding people that had
laid judgement on him. If there was one thing he had learned during that
whole ordeal, it was that nobody could argue well against Quistis.
"Did I?" the smile broadened, "I don't recall."
"Okay," he too smiled, "One day I will find out."
"I'm sure you will, but until then, you will just have to live
with the disappointment of not knowing," they entered a more populated area
of the town, and more people looked at them strangely.
"Another question then?" he requested.
"If I said no would that stop you?"
"Nope. So why am I in a group with you, and not somebody else?"
for some reason she gave him an odd look.
"It's a little thing called surveillance. Squall asked me to,"
at her words Seifer's demeanor immediately changed into one of bitterness
"Oh yes, our fearless leader," he said sarcastically.
"Like it or not Mr. Almasy, he is indeed our leader, and
considering that your passing this test depends on his word, I would be
careful with what you say," she warned in a way that only a teacher could.
"So it's like that huh?"
"It's like that."
"Great," the resentment in his voice was caustic. Quistis gave
a very load groan.
"Don't you start," she glowered.
"Fine, I won't."
"And don't give me that tone either." she was going to continue
but was cut off.
"Stop acting like you're my mother."
".Oh, that is so typical coming from you!" she sped up her
"Is it? How so?"
"You're always so bitter!"
"I'm bitter? Look who's talking, why I remember somebody
especially ruffled when Squall and Rinoa went on a vacation together," he
"So were you!" she reminded him, but he just rolled his eyes.
In truth he couldn't think of a good comeback, but they were interrupted
anyway by a stout old woman, with long, wild, black hair held back with a
scarf. She was seething in anger for some odd reason.
"You!" she in an acidy voice, and extended a long finger. This
reminded Seifer of the dream he had had, and was immediately caught aback.
"Do I know you?" he asked meekly.
"You were the one who slaughtered my son!" she claimed as her
brow furrowed, "You evil son of a bitch."
"Listen lady, I was pos-"
"Dai cancelli di inferno, al dolore della mia anima, sente che
il mio rath, basso e contempla, lei e vostro non ritornerà, la redenzione
che lei non può mai guadagnare, sente il rath del mio ceppo di zingaro, per
il dolore che lei sente non è una ferita, ma viene da entro...The gypsy
curse is upon you!" she shouted as a large cloud of purple mist formed
around Seifer, making him cough and gag. He impatiently swatted the
"Yes, I'm sure it is," he coughed, " But we have work to do, so
I'll just take a rain check if you don't mind," the gypsy woman just smiled
and walked away, apparently very pleased with herself. "That was
interesting.Come on, let's get this thing over with."
The two started walking, and only two minutes late, Seifer
broke out coughing again. He stopped and tried to regain his composure.
"Seifer are you alright?" Quistis asked, actually quite
concerned. He bent over and took a large breath of air.
"Yeah I'm fine," he replied once the bout was over, "I must
have had some of that dust caught in my throat or something," he started to
"Are you sure you okay," she pursued the topic.
"Listen, I said I was fine, why can't you just." he could not
complete his sentence, for he began to cough again, but this time more
violently. He put his hand on a nearby tree for balance, but the coughing
"Oh my Hyne, Seifer!" she had noticed that blood had started to
come from his mouth with each cough. He went to one knee, choking, and
thriving in pain. Then, for Seifer, the world went black.
Well? What do you think of my new story? Later, like the next
chapter probably, it will get a little romance going, and of course it will
be revealed what this mysterious cough is.That is if I don't feel like
writing another cliff hanger. Mwhahahaha, I am the definition of evil,
aren't I? Well, please please please review! Thanks in advance, I love you