dream ☸ 005 ☸ you are alone
[Warnings] POTENTIAL NEAR END GAME ZIDANE CENTERED SPOILERS sort of. Mostly the events that happen at the end of Disc 3. Oh, and, uh, blood and gore. May be a little squicky though I keep the descriptions short and relatively tame. Still suggestive.
[Dream Effects] Despair, emptiness, power, and just basically evil intent.
[Notes] Uh, this is going to be written a little...strangely. It's essentially one giant scene with interludes of actual in-game flashbacks. It's also based off an actual scene in the game, but just a little different; a parody in a sense. The events that happen in the main dream are fictitious, but whatever events described in the brackets are references to the dialogue in the scene of the game. Outside dialogue will be either similar or the same.
At first there was darkness. Not essentially a black void, for there was a tinge of blue light glowing from above, but there was nothing there. No sound, no sign of life. Just emptiness; still.
This stillness was broken by the sound of a step, soon followed by a series of ripples that started from the upper right corner and descended downward.
Another step, and the next set of ripples reveal a tinge of red. Blood.
"...Who am I?" Zidane voice, cold and hollow, echoed unseen.
[A young girl's voice answered in response, "You always have to show off, don't you?" A small huff, then silence.]
A hand slowly drifted into view, and soon the body of what looked like a young girl appeared. She was face down, the little wing accessories torn, her body mangled.
As the corpse floated closer, a boot appeared, followed by another, each step causing small ripples. It was as if the person was walking on top of the surface. "Yeah...yeah I did." A small sway of a tail, the tip dipping in the bloodied water.
Bits of metal armor soon gathered around, but he kept walking.
[The sound of armor clanking could be heard as a loud voice bellowed, "Why, you worthless mendicant!"]
"Yep, sounds about right." The tone was more sarcastic, even playful as he continued to walk on, ignoring the corpse of a knight, the bloodied corpse half sunk in the water due to the weight of the armor. His mouth was open wide and half filled with the water.
Rain began to fall. Red rain.
["How very becoming of you," a female voice said, condescending and reproachful.]
"I know right?" he half laughed, passing the body of the dragoon hanging limply still skewered by her own spear. Her rat tail sagged into the water, eyes wide, locked forever in shock and disbelief. "Very becoming, indeed."
A tall, torn, floppy yellow mage hat floated past.
["I really learned a lot by traveling with you, Zidane." The voice was small, humble, but honest.]
"Learned not to trust your enemy," he replied, his voice hollow. The footsteps paused beside the lifeless body of a young black mage floating face down, the gloved hand still clutching his mage's staff. A beat before he continued on his procession through the sea of dead.
[A strange voice echoed through. It spoke in an awkward manner, like a non-native speaker just learning to speak a language. "You teach me many thing more important than tasty munchies."]
"Really? I thought all you thought about was eating." His tone was dry as he simply passed by the bloated corpse of the strange creature clad in gourmet garb. Its giant tongue hung from the side of its gaping mouth stuffed full with dead, rotten frogs. One could easily guess its demise.
["You call that friendship?" an arrogant gruff voice scoffed.]
"Friendship? Who needs that?" The next body was torn, bloody, the face obscured by the tangled mess of red dreadlocks that blended into the red water. "Look how far it got you."
By now that blue light that had been glowing from above had slowly dimmed and started to change into a tint of red. It was different than the crimson water. It was brighter, harsher, and seemed to pulsate with each next step. The scene began to widen and zoom out, revealing more bodies floating in the water. Some were like the dragoon, still skewered by their own weapons. Some had limbs missing, completely unrecognizable.
Soon most of Zidane's body could be seen, up to his shoulders. He was covered in blood, and his two thief swords were drawn.
White and red feathers slowly drifted toward him, and he only gave a passing glance at the limp body of the one who was once his arch nemesis as it floated through his path. "You really were all talk," he said as he nudged the body away with the toe of his boot, like one would shoo away an unwanted dog or mouse.
Now he passed an array of strange beasts -- eidolons. Bahamut, Leviathan, Shiva, Ramuh, Carbuncle, Phoenix, Fenrir, Madeen, Ark, Odin, Ifrit, Atomos. Their monstrous bodies just formed a lined path before him, some missing heads and like the multitudes of bodies before, were beyond recognition. At the end of the line was what looked like a stooped over, broken castle. The stones were crumbling, its white wings tattered and withered.
"...Zidane," a soft voice croaked from beneath the stone rubble, and a hand reached out.
A smirk formed, and he leaped over to where the girl lay trapped.
"There you are," he said in a lofty voice as he knelt down before her. "I told you I'd come back to find you, didn't I, Dagger?"
The girl only shook her head, the tears blending with her blood. "No...this isn't you...this isn't....this isn't who you are..."
"What are you saying?" He continued to smile that cold, chilling smile as he reached over and placed a bloodied hand against her cheek. "Of course this is me, this is what I was made for. I did a pretty good job, huh?"
"Zidane...please," she begged, shaking her head as her own shaking hand reached for him.
But he could only give her a small shrug and a small almost apologetic grin. "It's been fun."
She was about to say more, but she was cut short as the blade drove into her soft, delicate flesh. Only a soft sound escaped her lips as she gave her killer one last look: a look of sorrow, regret, and love.
He left the blade there, allowing gravity to take over and drive the blade even further as it slumped downward into the water, sinking. As he stood, a large, red moon appeared in the backdrop and seemed to grow with each passing second. The red light was now blinding, but he did not seem to notice or mind it.
"I'm not Zidane. I'm just another angel of death."
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NO! [Zidane will be bolting upright in his bed breathing hard and covered in sweat before looking wildly around as if trying to remember who and where he was] Where...what....
[his first impulse was to bolt out of bed and look for Dagger, but first he had to break out of his state of frozen shock. he just couldn't find himself to move, his body shook so much.]
[Dream Effects] Despair, emptiness, power, and just basically evil intent.
[Notes] Uh, this is going to be written a little...strangely. It's essentially one giant scene with interludes of actual in-game flashbacks. It's also based off an actual scene in the game, but just a little different; a parody in a sense. The events that happen in the main dream are fictitious, but whatever events described in the brackets are references to the dialogue in the scene of the game. Outside dialogue will be either similar or the same.
At first there was darkness. Not essentially a black void, for there was a tinge of blue light glowing from above, but there was nothing there. No sound, no sign of life. Just emptiness; still.
This stillness was broken by the sound of a step, soon followed by a series of ripples that started from the upper right corner and descended downward.
Another step, and the next set of ripples reveal a tinge of red. Blood.
"...Who am I?" Zidane voice, cold and hollow, echoed unseen.
[A young girl's voice answered in response, "You always have to show off, don't you?" A small huff, then silence.]
A hand slowly drifted into view, and soon the body of what looked like a young girl appeared. She was face down, the little wing accessories torn, her body mangled.
As the corpse floated closer, a boot appeared, followed by another, each step causing small ripples. It was as if the person was walking on top of the surface. "Yeah...yeah I did." A small sway of a tail, the tip dipping in the bloodied water.
Bits of metal armor soon gathered around, but he kept walking.
[The sound of armor clanking could be heard as a loud voice bellowed, "Why, you worthless mendicant!"]
"Yep, sounds about right." The tone was more sarcastic, even playful as he continued to walk on, ignoring the corpse of a knight, the bloodied corpse half sunk in the water due to the weight of the armor. His mouth was open wide and half filled with the water.
Rain began to fall. Red rain.
["How very becoming of you," a female voice said, condescending and reproachful.]
"I know right?" he half laughed, passing the body of the dragoon hanging limply still skewered by her own spear. Her rat tail sagged into the water, eyes wide, locked forever in shock and disbelief. "Very becoming, indeed."
A tall, torn, floppy yellow mage hat floated past.
["I really learned a lot by traveling with you, Zidane." The voice was small, humble, but honest.]
"Learned not to trust your enemy," he replied, his voice hollow. The footsteps paused beside the lifeless body of a young black mage floating face down, the gloved hand still clutching his mage's staff. A beat before he continued on his procession through the sea of dead.
[A strange voice echoed through. It spoke in an awkward manner, like a non-native speaker just learning to speak a language. "You teach me many thing more important than tasty munchies."]
"Really? I thought all you thought about was eating." His tone was dry as he simply passed by the bloated corpse of the strange creature clad in gourmet garb. Its giant tongue hung from the side of its gaping mouth stuffed full with dead, rotten frogs. One could easily guess its demise.
["You call that friendship?" an arrogant gruff voice scoffed.]
"Friendship? Who needs that?" The next body was torn, bloody, the face obscured by the tangled mess of red dreadlocks that blended into the red water. "Look how far it got you."
By now that blue light that had been glowing from above had slowly dimmed and started to change into a tint of red. It was different than the crimson water. It was brighter, harsher, and seemed to pulsate with each next step. The scene began to widen and zoom out, revealing more bodies floating in the water. Some were like the dragoon, still skewered by their own weapons. Some had limbs missing, completely unrecognizable.
Soon most of Zidane's body could be seen, up to his shoulders. He was covered in blood, and his two thief swords were drawn.
White and red feathers slowly drifted toward him, and he only gave a passing glance at the limp body of the one who was once his arch nemesis as it floated through his path. "You really were all talk," he said as he nudged the body away with the toe of his boot, like one would shoo away an unwanted dog or mouse.
Now he passed an array of strange beasts -- eidolons. Bahamut, Leviathan, Shiva, Ramuh, Carbuncle, Phoenix, Fenrir, Madeen, Ark, Odin, Ifrit, Atomos. Their monstrous bodies just formed a lined path before him, some missing heads and like the multitudes of bodies before, were beyond recognition. At the end of the line was what looked like a stooped over, broken castle. The stones were crumbling, its white wings tattered and withered.
"...Zidane," a soft voice croaked from beneath the stone rubble, and a hand reached out.
A smirk formed, and he leaped over to where the girl lay trapped.
"There you are," he said in a lofty voice as he knelt down before her. "I told you I'd come back to find you, didn't I, Dagger?"
The girl only shook her head, the tears blending with her blood. "No...this isn't you...this isn't....this isn't who you are..."
"What are you saying?" He continued to smile that cold, chilling smile as he reached over and placed a bloodied hand against her cheek. "Of course this is me, this is what I was made for. I did a pretty good job, huh?"
"Zidane...please," she begged, shaking her head as her own shaking hand reached for him.
But he could only give her a small shrug and a small almost apologetic grin. "It's been fun."
She was about to say more, but she was cut short as the blade drove into her soft, delicate flesh. Only a soft sound escaped her lips as she gave her killer one last look: a look of sorrow, regret, and love.
He left the blade there, allowing gravity to take over and drive the blade even further as it slumped downward into the water, sinking. As he stood, a large, red moon appeared in the backdrop and seemed to grow with each passing second. The red light was now blinding, but he did not seem to notice or mind it.
"I'm not Zidane. I'm just another angel of death."
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NO! [Zidane will be bolting upright in his bed breathing hard and covered in sweat before looking wildly around as if trying to remember who and where he was] Where...what....
[his first impulse was to bolt out of bed and look for Dagger, but first he had to break out of his state of frozen shock. he just couldn't find himself to move, his body shook so much.]