Chapter 9 How did it Happen
Dayne scooped up Seras into his arm's, he was no longer embarrassed by the fact of holding her. Seras leaned up to kiss Dayne on the neck, Dayne replied by kissing her lightly on the nose. She nuzzled her head against his bare chest to listen to his heartbeat, she loved to hear how it was beating in a proud gracious mood, pumping his sweet tangy blood throughout his body. Dayne walked out of the underpass cradling Seras like a new born baby closer to himself then ever, Seras enjoyed how the raindrops felt when they pattered on her skin. He opened the passenger door to the Acura and gently placed Seras inside, she grabbed him and pulled him into another deep kiss, he could barely feel her fangs brushing against his lips. He brought the palm of his left hand up and ran it along the side of her torso, stopping just below her breast's. Again they both slowly pulled away from each other. "You're kisses feel so good, it's like they almost make my leg's give out." Yours to, said Seras softly. She took Dayne's shirt out of the closing hole in her chest, it's starting to heal up now, said Seras giving Dayne his shirt back. Uh thanks I guess, said Dayne, he reached down and pulled the reclining lever, putting the passenger seat in a more comfortable resting position. Now just relax Seras, whispered Dayne as he gently closed the door and walked around to the driver's side.
Dayne put his shirt back on in the car, you know what, I think we should play some Tenacious D. Before Seras even thought of what's that, Dayne started up the car and pressed the joystick of the MP3 player until he found the song he wanted. When the lyrics started Seras wasn't sure what to think of it especially when Dayne started singing along and doing hand choreography while he drove the car out of the park. Yes you are fucked, shit out of luck, now I'm complete and my cock you will suck. The world will be mine and you're first in line, you brought me the pick and now you shall both die. Seras' face was turning red and she wore a crooked smile. The song was so immature and yet she was moments away from laughing her ass off. He he, man only the older generation's hate this kind of stuff, said Dayne. He looked over to Seras who had her head leaned over, her bangs covering her expression. It almost sounded as if she was crying. Um Seras, Seras lifted her head revealing maniacal laughing, her chest was moving in and out with all the deep breaths she took in with each fit of laughter.
It took a while for her to calm down, well after the song was even over she was wiping away tears of laughter from her beautifully blue eyes. Dayne looked at the digital clock in the car, oh it's lunch time, I think it's time for a trip to the golden arches. Of course, said Seras rolling her eye's as they pulled into the parking lot of the fast food empire, McDonald's. Dayne turned into the drive through and received a welcome to McDonald's may I please take your order from a monotone black male voice. Yeah um can I get four dollar cheeseburgers, two medium fries, and two large Doctor peppers? A moment passed. Is that all for you sir? Yes please. It'll be $10.95 please pull up to the first window. Dayne pulled the car up to the first window where the man greeted them. He was slightly pudgy but still had a decent amount of muscle. His face was gaunt with mutton chops and a goatee. It'll be $10.95 sir, repeated the monotone. Okay, said Dayne reaching into his wallet. He pulled out a twenty and handed it to the man. Keep the change, said Dayne, you deserve it. The odd man's mood lightened up as he smiled and said thank you sir, no ones ever given me a tip before.
Why did you do that? Huh thought Dayne numbly as he remembered he was pulling into a parking space. I said why did you do that, repeated Seras, her voice returning to his ears. Because, said Dayne, there's some people who need money more than I do. People who barely have money to afford the supplies and food to get by in day to day life. There's people who choose to take other jobs around this city besides tossing they're soul to a battle field, but the remnants of our government push them to be soldiers by barely giving them pay, where as the soldiers near practically make a fortune. but they can easily take stuff they need from rundown towns and stores while they're on patrol missions.
Dayne took one of the cheese burgers out of the to go bag and handed it to Seras. A sharp pain went up his shoulder and he gripped it tightly. Dayne, whats wrong, asked Seras? It's nothing said Dayne shyly as he took his shirt off. Seras knew what the problem was, the shoulder wound he had when he took her home yesterday had torn open and was starting to bleed profusely. Let me help, half yelled Seras. What if you go into another frenzy, asked Dayne worried by what she could do. Don't worry, replied Seras, I'll control it with all my will power. She slowly stuck her tongue out and ran it along the edges of the wound. I-it kinda stings a little, stammered Dayne. Seras was controlling her vampiric side with all her might, his blood was so sweet, sugary, and pure. Seras stuck her tongue in deeper to close up the inside of the damaged tissue. Dayne gripped Seras' right hand, for him it was hurting yet giving him pleasure at the same time, although as much as he didn't want the pleasure of what her tongue slipping into his shoulder's bullet wound from a day ago might reference to he let her continue her healing procedure anyway.
Seras stopped as soon as the wound closed and looked at Dayne noticing his eyes were very wide. You know what, started Dayne, I really don't even want to try and think of what that may have felt like. Seras giggled but stopped when she saw the three bullet scars across his torso. Dayne wha-what happened to you. It's nothing you should be worried about, answered Dayne as he turned his head away from her. She remembered something either Matt or Brad said the day before. Dayne, how did it happen? What do you mean, asked Dayne back? How did you kill you're captain?
It's something that troubles even me to talk about, said Dayne in a low voice. He paused and took a huge bite out of his cheese burger, chewing and swallowing the greasy meat and condiment's slowly, I'll have to start from the beginning. Dayne began to describe the story a whole flashback playing in his head, three years and four months ago, Christmas day, Litchfield Illinois, the last holiday I would ever spend with my family again. I was at my Grandpa's house, conversing with the rest of my relatives. Out of nowhere an earthquake hit, everyone panicked, my young cousins cried as the power went out around the whole block. The windows shattered and bullets whizzed throughout the house. It was a massacre, no, it was worse than any hell imaginable. I was already shot twice, it barely hurt at first until the pain settled in, then it felt like a swarm of hungry ants crawling in the insides of my body. I fell to the ground as the third bullet struck me, a mixture of blood and foam ran out my mouth, I could taste the copper in my own blood. A few bodies of my relatives now deceased fell on me making me appear dead, glimpsing through cracks where the bodies separated I saw what was shooting as it stepped through the glass. Something I would never expect to come out of a god damned game that I would never play again.
two more came in and began shooting the rest of my family, they're screams still haunt my memory. At the last minute when they were about to find me hanging onto life by a thread the national guard showed up and mowed them down. The few soldiers swept the house for survivors, finding none they were about to leave. In a last dished out effort I flexed my hand and tried to get my dried vocals to work. Finally a private saw me. Wait a minute sir, we have a live one. They pulled me out and dragged me out to a nearby APC. They took me to the nearest functional hospital, I fell unconscious and woke up in a hospital bed, the sounds of gunfire right outside the window. General Kindlings walked in and went over to my bedside, I,m sure I introduced you to him, very nice, soft hearted and well aged. He told me I had lost allot of blood and the doctors didn't expect me to live. He told me I had a chance of avenging what happened, to join the army special forces, I agreed. He asked me my name and I told him through my crackled voice.
A few months later I was out of the hospital and put into training immediately, I don't know when or why the Lancer, or to tell you, the "chainsaw gun" was made. This is where the incident regarding my former captain came in.
Hey ya little piece of shit! I was cleaning my gun when captain Renolds walked up to me and uppercut-ted me out of my seat. Ya can't even block a fuckin punch. He drew his sidearm and pointed it at my head It wouldn't be a waste of a good shit to put a bullet in you're brain. Flashbacks of what happened last Christmas came back into my head and tears full of sorrow ran down my expressionless face. Yer notin but a fuckin pussy, he spat on me and walked away. I don't know what went over me, I had watched my entire family die in one night and this fuck head was taunting me. enraged in a frenzy I lept to my feet and sprinted towards the dirty mouthed piece of white trash. I tackled him to the ground and punched him several times, he again drew his sidearm this time ready to fire, I knocked it out of his hand and punched him again. GET HIM OFF OF ME! A soldier ran up to pull me off but I unsheathed my combat knife and stabbed the soldier in the kneecap, he screamed in pain as he fell to the ground. I raised the knife. WAIT! STOP! I plunged the combat knife into his throat and ripped it sideways, cutting open his trachea and his jugular, I ignored the blood that sprayed onto my face. I rose slowly, soldiers who had watched what happened backed away fear struck their eye's as the blood dripped from my face.
I was put in a small holding cell for a few hours, again I met General Kindlings. He asked questions about what happened and I answered them. He told me that from what the soldiers saw and told him that I had shown great combat abilities and instead of sending me to a remote military prison he offered to boost me to rank captain, something told me that he understood what I was going through. Not sure what to say, I nodded in acceptance.
Yesterday I was sent on a regular scouting mission into the outskirts of New York city, not expecting to find anything special until I found you, about to be raped by two insubordinate soldiers. Them holding those rifles towards you and threatening you brought flashbacks and memories back into my mind, I had to control my rage or I thought I was going to kill everything in sight. When you told me you're name I thought even me, being twenty-one years old, was going to have a heart attack, I still hate myself for not believing you. But when I saw you on the ground with that chainsaw wound in you're gut, which everyone usually dies of shock from, and you're eyes flash as red as the blood that spilled from the wound I had no doubts that it was you.
While you were unconscious I tucked you into my own bed, I was to shy to remove you're boots. Later I was sitting in the bathroom pressing a handgun to my own head, ready to repaint the walls with my own brain's. So many memories and flashbacks flooded into my mind I couldn't take it anymore. Then suddenly the chaos stopped, and in the darkness that flooded my mind, I saw a single flicker of light, you Seras. I then realized that you were possibly the closest thing I had left to family and no matter what, I would do anything to protect you.
The story was over. Seras looked at Dayne's quivering body, out of nowhere he hugged her and buried his head into her shoulder and cried. Seras hugged him back and lightly kissed his right ear. Underneath the flesh and bone, Dayne had a soft heart that begged to be tended to.
