Final Fantasy 8, Squall Leonheart, Redemption - Switchfoot
Author: Wolfchildblazer
Title of work: Shards of Redemption
Rating: PG
Fandom: Final Fantasy 8
Character: Squall Leonheart
Song and Artist: Redemption by Switchfoot
Song Number: # 8
Disclaimer: I do not own the song, the game, or the character contain within, nor am I receiving any proceeds from this written piece.
Summary- (AU)- In order to find himself and live with himself, he would have to shed the monster within.
Shards of Redemption
Four AM, two hours to go
It was so simple that he could live with himself while the world spun on without him. His grey-blue eyes narrowed at the time, only two hours until the sun rose to greet the day. Two hours until he was force to rise and join his peers and teammates. Tossing his chocolate locks aside, he gazed into the reflective mirror beside his bed, staring into his own empty gaze.
I’m wearing out a lonely glow
Squall tossed onto his side, showing his back to the reflective surface. He had long since come to grips of the soulless gaze he had, that protocol had shaped him into the monster inside. Not even flinching at the sight of his own blood or another’s, a lonely existence he couldn’t even protest. Though there had been a niggling of change within his frosted heart, but not worth clinging onto.
I miss you more then you could know
Absently he glanced at the face less photo on his dresser, one he had drawn long ago. A young boy growing up without parents because they most likely abandoned him. Then the closest figure to a sister just up and disappears when he really needed her. Humans had tarnished the young boy’s sense of innocence, and Squall wondered what he may have been like if it had been a little different. Squall missed that innocence boy from long ago, before the harsh world turned him away.
Here I am, here I am
Won’t you get me?
Shifting a little his eyes traced back to the window where the sun was just beginning to rise. Normally one could wax poetically about the sunrise for quite sometime, but Squall was not able too, so it was just a sunrise to him. Belatedly, even though there was no true emotion behind it, he wished for a chance to redeem his human soul or for someone to show him the way.
I’ve got my hands at redemption’s side
Whose scars are bigger than these doubts of mine
He leaned against the chilly wall waiting for his team, his thoughts turned inward. Change had slowly started to grow within him, nothing physical of course was showing, but there were subtle changes. Squall flicked a single strand of hair out of his eyes and gazed down the hallway still waiting. They were changing him, opening him to the possibility of being human, and he was surely growing away from the monster of apathy. He was a bit worried that the changes wouldn’t stay, but he wasn’t willing on giving up on his hope.
I’ll fit all of these monstrosities inside
It’ll come alive, come alive
The gunblade made subtle purchase in the monster’s skull, and it was finished by a spell of fira. He felt that familiar pull of adrenaline that course through his body. At least now it was beginning to disgust him instead of just merely passing through. However, he wasn’t quite ready for the self-loathing that came with the feeling of awareness. Squall did not show a single ounce of this, and merely shoved it away. Yet, like the familiar darkness of night, it grew and festered just below the surface.
With my fists all at your feet
I was running out of mysteries
Insecure and incomplete
Here I am, here I am
Won’t you come get me?
"He’s so cute, but so untouchable." He heard the whispers as he walked through the quad. Squall would often distract himself by looking at a person and trying to figure out their minds. However, as he spent more time doing it, he realized he wasn’t too far off more often then naught and it made him listless. The shallowness of the realization made him cold, didn’t the world and people mean more then that? Leaning against a pillar he gazed around the quad and the fact was the faces were all the same, he had already dissected them in his mind.
I’ve got my hands at redemption’s side
Whose scars are bigger then these doubts of mine
I’ll fit all of these monstrosities inside
It’ll come alive, come alive
Alive, come alive
Squall actually smiled at his friends as they cheered a victory. His skin tightened at the unfamiliar action, but it wasn’t unpleasant, perhaps he could possibly relive the feeling of humanity. "Come on Squall, let’s go celebrate!" Zell called as he wrapped an arm around Quistis who slapped him. For a second there was the familiar feeling of apathy rising, but he pushed it away and nodded his head. Squall was not willing to loose something so precious again to the world that had scorned him. After all, he wasn’t the only one who lead a harsh and troubled life.
My fears have worn me out
My fears have worn me out
Yeah, my fears have worn me out
My fears have worn me, worn me out
He kneeled absently before the hollow battle ground, his mind turned inward to another battleground. His humanity was the five year old boy holding shakily to a gunblade and a lollipop. The monster of apathy was the older him holding the gunblade like a natural and a master while staring deadly at the boy him. His mind would remain locked in battle for quite sometime, and his old self would play on his fears. Finally his five year old self fell, resting on his knees and begging the monster to just stop. The monster raised the deadly weapon as he watched and it began it’s descent.
I’ve got my hands at redemption’s side
Whose scars are bigger than these doubts of mine
I’ll fit all these monstrosities inside
It’ll come alive
Squall awoke in the setting of the nurse’s area of the garden. His team anxiously spread around his bedside, and he smiled freely for the first time. For the monster had stopped at the power of the plea in a child’s heart. His team swamped him with joyous cries, and he could say he joined them with a lifted spirt.
At redemption’s side (these scars)
Bigger than, bigger than, these doubts of mine
I’ll fit all these monstrosities inside
And come alive, come alive
Title of work: Shards of Redemption
Rating: PG
Fandom: Final Fantasy 8
Character: Squall Leonheart
Song and Artist: Redemption by Switchfoot
Song Number: # 8
Disclaimer: I do not own the song, the game, or the character contain within, nor am I receiving any proceeds from this written piece.
Summary- (AU)- In order to find himself and live with himself, he would have to shed the monster within.
Shards of Redemption
Four AM, two hours to go
It was so simple that he could live with himself while the world spun on without him. His grey-blue eyes narrowed at the time, only two hours until the sun rose to greet the day. Two hours until he was force to rise and join his peers and teammates. Tossing his chocolate locks aside, he gazed into the reflective mirror beside his bed, staring into his own empty gaze.
I’m wearing out a lonely glow
Squall tossed onto his side, showing his back to the reflective surface. He had long since come to grips of the soulless gaze he had, that protocol had shaped him into the monster inside. Not even flinching at the sight of his own blood or another’s, a lonely existence he couldn’t even protest. Though there had been a niggling of change within his frosted heart, but not worth clinging onto.
I miss you more then you could know
Absently he glanced at the face less photo on his dresser, one he had drawn long ago. A young boy growing up without parents because they most likely abandoned him. Then the closest figure to a sister just up and disappears when he really needed her. Humans had tarnished the young boy’s sense of innocence, and Squall wondered what he may have been like if it had been a little different. Squall missed that innocence boy from long ago, before the harsh world turned him away.
Here I am, here I am
Won’t you get me?
Shifting a little his eyes traced back to the window where the sun was just beginning to rise. Normally one could wax poetically about the sunrise for quite sometime, but Squall was not able too, so it was just a sunrise to him. Belatedly, even though there was no true emotion behind it, he wished for a chance to redeem his human soul or for someone to show him the way.
I’ve got my hands at redemption’s side
Whose scars are bigger than these doubts of mine
He leaned against the chilly wall waiting for his team, his thoughts turned inward. Change had slowly started to grow within him, nothing physical of course was showing, but there were subtle changes. Squall flicked a single strand of hair out of his eyes and gazed down the hallway still waiting. They were changing him, opening him to the possibility of being human, and he was surely growing away from the monster of apathy. He was a bit worried that the changes wouldn’t stay, but he wasn’t willing on giving up on his hope.
I’ll fit all of these monstrosities inside
It’ll come alive, come alive
The gunblade made subtle purchase in the monster’s skull, and it was finished by a spell of fira. He felt that familiar pull of adrenaline that course through his body. At least now it was beginning to disgust him instead of just merely passing through. However, he wasn’t quite ready for the self-loathing that came with the feeling of awareness. Squall did not show a single ounce of this, and merely shoved it away. Yet, like the familiar darkness of night, it grew and festered just below the surface.
With my fists all at your feet
I was running out of mysteries
Insecure and incomplete
Here I am, here I am
Won’t you come get me?
"He’s so cute, but so untouchable." He heard the whispers as he walked through the quad. Squall would often distract himself by looking at a person and trying to figure out their minds. However, as he spent more time doing it, he realized he wasn’t too far off more often then naught and it made him listless. The shallowness of the realization made him cold, didn’t the world and people mean more then that? Leaning against a pillar he gazed around the quad and the fact was the faces were all the same, he had already dissected them in his mind.
I’ve got my hands at redemption’s side
Whose scars are bigger then these doubts of mine
I’ll fit all of these monstrosities inside
It’ll come alive, come alive
Alive, come alive
Squall actually smiled at his friends as they cheered a victory. His skin tightened at the unfamiliar action, but it wasn’t unpleasant, perhaps he could possibly relive the feeling of humanity. "Come on Squall, let’s go celebrate!" Zell called as he wrapped an arm around Quistis who slapped him. For a second there was the familiar feeling of apathy rising, but he pushed it away and nodded his head. Squall was not willing to loose something so precious again to the world that had scorned him. After all, he wasn’t the only one who lead a harsh and troubled life.
My fears have worn me out
My fears have worn me out
Yeah, my fears have worn me out
My fears have worn me, worn me out
He kneeled absently before the hollow battle ground, his mind turned inward to another battleground. His humanity was the five year old boy holding shakily to a gunblade and a lollipop. The monster of apathy was the older him holding the gunblade like a natural and a master while staring deadly at the boy him. His mind would remain locked in battle for quite sometime, and his old self would play on his fears. Finally his five year old self fell, resting on his knees and begging the monster to just stop. The monster raised the deadly weapon as he watched and it began it’s descent.
I’ve got my hands at redemption’s side
Whose scars are bigger than these doubts of mine
I’ll fit all these monstrosities inside
It’ll come alive
Squall awoke in the setting of the nurse’s area of the garden. His team anxiously spread around his bedside, and he smiled freely for the first time. For the monster had stopped at the power of the plea in a child’s heart. His team swamped him with joyous cries, and he could say he joined them with a lifted spirt.
At redemption’s side (these scars)
Bigger than, bigger than, these doubts of mine
I’ll fit all these monstrosities inside
And come alive, come alive