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Hauntings

 

 

Seifer Almasy glared daggers at the tiny little red and white bobber, which floated out docilely before him in the vast seas surrounding Fisherman's Horizon. If this is a fishing town then just where the hell is all the fucking fish? he wondered silently, and rather scathingly. The former “Sorceress's Knight” sat brooding, but the subject of his thoughts consisted of far more than his apparent lack of fishing skills.

 

Seifer was normally not one to pity himself, or anyone else for that matter. It went against his cock-sure and independent nature. Pity, especially self-pity, was for losers. So naturally it would rub him wrong to be sitting here in relative silence for hours on end, with no fish biting, and left to do nothing else but bemoan and lament over all that had gone wrong in his fucked up existence. Seifer sneered, idly jerking on his fishing pole and causing the bob to move crazily about in the water in front of him.

 

He was supposed to have been the greatest hero in the history of everything . . . and instead he'd ended up becoming the biggest chump. The evil Sorceress Ultimecia, time-bending bitch-witch that she was, had used his almost child-like desire to be needed and depended upon. She had twisted and manipulated the eighteen year old's mind until he didn't know which way was up or down anymore. Like a sad little marionette doll, completely unware of the fact that he even had strings, let alone who was pulling them and why. By the time Seifer had had even an inkling of what was happening to himself . . . it had been far too late to turn back.

 

Wincing slightly, Seifer hunched a little and rubbed almost self-consciously at the skin of his left pectoral underneath his shirt. It was there, beneath his clothes. Hidden from the view of most, it burned into his very flesh like some kind of sick brand . . . the mark of his shame that he could never be rid of.

 

The mark of Ultimecia.

 

Seifer released a short, loud sigh and left off rubbing himself before some of the surrounding fishermen got the wrong idea. Instead he gripped his fishing pole in both hands and went back to glaring balefully down at his own reflection in the rippling ocean below. Deep green eyes glared back up at him, his face a sneering scowl and his expression mocking.

 

Just what in the hell do you think you're doing here, Almasy? his reflection seemed to taunt. You ain't no fisherman, pal. You're a fuckin' soldier, man! Stop sitting around here on your ass feeling sorry for yourself and start acting like the man you're supposed to be!

 

“And just who the fuck is that, I'd like to know!” Seifer snapped aloud to his pushy reflection, albeit with a low voice so as to not be overheard. “Who the hell am I, nowadays?” he continued roughly. “The Sorceress's Lapdog? The Fallen Knight? The Failed SeeD?”

 

Suddenly his own reflection seemed to waver, and the tall blonde stiffened with shock and fear as it was replaced by the slender and evil visage of the creature that haunted his every nightmare.

 

You're just a little boy . . . .

 

With a low growl of fury Seifer threw the fishing pole into the water, upsetting the reflection and causing the disturbing image to fracture, then dissipate.