Wrongfully Accused
Chapter Eight
I know most of you hate these author notes (well, I know I do) but I just needed to tell you all that my mate Spaz helped me out again. She wrote most of this chappie (the first half actually). I'll try and make it clear when her part finishes [[[...]]] cause I want you all to tell me what you think (nobody commented on it last time :( ).
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[[[[[He felt a cold, hard gun barrel pressed against his temple, imprinting the muzzle's shape on his head. A broad smile fell upon Seifer's face, his slyness apparent.
"And I thought this was going to be easy." A sarcastic chuckle and self-assurance that was disturbingly unnerving.
"Stand up and put your hands behind your head filthy scum." the guard's voice trembled as he feigned authority. He was scared shitless. Complying, Seifer rose from the terminal, both hands at ear height. With his cool, calm, expressionless face - he turned. Staring down the barrel of the gun brought back the memories... and again they flooded his mind. With a deep inhale his arm snapped down on the muzzle and flipped the semi-automatic with one swift maneuver, ramming the stock into the guard's nose - breaking it and shoving the splintered shards into his brain.
Instant Kill.
'1000 points for me!!' he thought as the now limp, lifeless body of the 'guard' dropped to the ground behind him, blood and fluid oozing from one of his now impaled eyeballs. A second stain forming on the floor, this one creeping along the sterile linoleum fusing with the already half dried blood of the first casualty.
Seifer shook his head and smirked at the stupidity of it all. Strapping the new addition to his weapons inventory over his shoulder and checking the magazine for the sig he'd acquired when the first guard was brainless enough to fall asleep while he was here. Casually he strolled out the door, confident that escaping would be a walk in the park. Not two steps out of his cell
and the major security alarms sounded.
"Oh shit..."
The guards scrambled as the deafening sirens echoed all through the facility. Seifer stopped. Frozen. The footsteps of soldiers getting ever closer, then, he bolted into motion. Flying through the hallways like a bat out of hell. Glancing at his surroundings, orienting himself with the
white halls. 3rd floor. Only cells on this floor. Remembering the floor plan he pulled up before he was so rudely interrupted his mind whirred - formulating a plan to get him out of here.
Too late. The deployed troops were cutting him off, surrounding the floor and the snipers were assembling their rifles on the towers with his every breath. A sharp turn right and up the flight of stairs to the 4th floor. The running made him feel uneasy as he was still groggy from the drugs they pumped into him. He was going to get these bastards, the only way he knew how.
4th floor. The footsteps growing louder, the sound of uniform military marching echoing through building. He ran faster, faster - something in his peripheral vision flickered. STOP!!! Almost skidding out from under himself Seifer fought inertia and managed to regain his balance. Stumbling back to what had caught his eye, Seifer's instincts paid off.
The master security room. Jackpot. Seifer's mind reeled, his eyes darting over the electronic sensors. Set aback for a moment, he did a double take of the security panel. With a raised eyebrow and an evil grin he raised the semi-automatic.
The thick steel door burst open, the personnel manning the station ready to flee for their lives.
"Where do you think you're going..?" Another three people met Seifer's wrath. Calmly stepping over the bodies Seifer moved with pace to the millions of flashing buttons in the control room. He gazed over all of them trying to differentiate one from another. 'Fuck this' he thought and slammed his hand down on the button marked:
EMERGENCY LOCKDOWN - ALL CODES OVERRIDE
He set the timer for 2 minutes just as he heard the troops stomping into the corridor. He listened, for a moment, collected himself and bolted out from the safety of the room. A rain of gunfire showered behind him, bullets ricocheting off the walls, one scraping his upper left arm. Sharp turn. 5th floor. As he rounded the top of the stairs he hit the override button for
the south end lockdown door. The gargantuan steel door slowly started descending. He ran to the northern end, he remembered the 3D map, the exit to the helipad on the roof was here.. as well as the sprinkler system control panel. He skidded to a halt once more, he reefed open a panel set
into the hall. Punching buttons he turned on the sprinklers just as the first set of troops rolled under the closing door.
"00:30 Until complete lockdown" the placid computer voice was hardly noticeable amongst all the chaos, disorder and general destruction he had caused.
One last push of a button and Seifer was running again. All the doors had now been closing for a while. A sudden downpour was the result in his button pushing, the water rolling off his shirtless, bruised and bloodstained body.
"00:10 Until complete lockdown" again the monotone voice drowned out by chaos.
Ducking under the door Seifer's SeeD training once again proved useful to him. Water mixing with sweat and blood he bolted up onto the helipad, his body gleaming in the sun. His chest heaving, he stopped a moment to analyze his surroundings. Only a communications wire that traveled to the far tower. Somehow 2 troops managed to get through the last door to the helipad. They charged, guns ablaze, bullets raining, shells left smoking on the ground. Seifer snapped the first guard's gun straight from his hands and then picked him up and hurled him into the other knocking them down the stairs to the lockdown door. He ran at the edge of the building, 5 floors of military facility and he was about to jump off the edge of it. He used his now empty semi-automatic to fling over his head and slide down the wire to the far tower. The far towers not being too high he jumped off the edge clinging to a drainpipe for balance, dexterously landing on top of a small recon humvy. "Perfect. Let's ride."
Sliding himself into the open door of the humvy he comfortably fell into the driver's seat and revved the engine. The vehicle sped away from the base, the main building now filled with water and everyone trapped inside. He knew he'd get those bastards. He looked at the humvy's GPS. Galbadia Garden was only an hour from his current location. From there it was on to Far East
Galbadia Station. He knew if he showed up in this vehicle he'd be caught. Strategically planning his next moves Seifer figured it best to enter the station with discretion. So to be safe he would leave the humvy just near Galbadia Gardens and then enter the second leg of the journey on foot. He looked around the vehicle for items of use. A uniform was sitting in the
back seat, considering his current attire, Seifer decided to change into it.
He carefully pulled the shirt over his wounded shoulder, his half dried skin making the material stick slightly. Undressing in the front of the humvy, Seifer watched the scenery roll past the window as he drove on. He soon arrived at Galbadia Garden, being careful to keep enough distance between him and the garden Seifer proceeded to hide the recon vehicle, checking the
interior for anything that could help him. There was nothing. With that he set off on foot for Far East Galbadia Station. On foot he judged it to be another hour to the station, so he continued on, enduring the heat, hunger pains growing stronger by the second.
As he approached the station Seifer lessened his pace, trying to control his breathing and act natural. The train was just about to depart as he stepped onto the platform, soldiers standing there saluted him, not recognising and unaware of events that had just taken place. He let out a sigh of relief as he boarded the train, his ordeal was over - for now. Wandering into the
dining car he sat down to eat a well deserved meal, once satisfied he settled into his cabin, dozing off to the rhythm of the tracks underneath the car.
Knock knock. There was a rapping sound on Seifer's cabin door. It was the ticket master for the train. Seifer opened the door still groggy from sleep.
"This is Deling City sir. May I see your ticket?" the ticket master
inquired. Seifer looked wide eyed at the guard. Once again, 'Your ticket, sir?" Seifer jabbed quickly at the man, catching him off guard, punching him square in the face. He ran to get off the train, the local law enforcement in pursuit - barging passengers out of the way to get to him.
He ran through the streets of Deling, trying to figure out his next move, where he could hide... who he knew. One person sprang to mind. Running faster now, Seifer darted through back alleys like he knew the city more than he should, but there was no explanation for this but instinct. The
sweat starting to form on his forehead once more, he was heading for Rajin's. The only person that could possibly save him now...]]]]]
"Raijin!! Raijin! Open up!" Seifer glanced behind him in an attempt to detect any officers. He tried desperately to lower his pulse, there was no way in hell he was going to survive this if he didn't keep his cool.
"Dammit Raijin!!" Seifer once again slammed his fist against the door. He knew this noise was probably drawing more attention than he needed, but Raijin was his only hope. If Seifer didn't get off the streets soon he would surely be caught.
"What the hell is going on?!?!? Shit! When I get out there heads are gonna..... Seifer?!?" Without another word Seifer rammed his friend into room and slammed the door. "Hey dude what the hell are ya doin?"
"Shhh!" Seifer slammed his hand over Raijin's mouth as he looked out the window. When he was satisfied that no one had followed Seifer released his friend and sat down on the floor, pressing his back against the wall with closed eyes. Opening them again he surveyed his current surroundings. The room was dark, no other sound could be heard apart from his heavy breathing. The sweat trickling down his face and chest began to cool as his heart rate returned to normal. He looked up at Raijin who just sat there, waiting for him to speak. 'Fuck, sometimes it scary how much he knows me.'
"Hate to interrupt your little meditation session but I think I deserve some answers ya know."
Again they sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity.
"I need a place to hide out."
"No Shit, who from?"
"The Galbadian military."
"Wha? You're in enough trouble with them already ya know. What did you do to piss em off now?"
"Nothing!! Well not really......"
"Whadaya mean not really?"
"It's a long story."
"I'm not tired."
"I am."
Raijin ran his hand through his hair as he gazed down at the floor. He didn't want to get into more trouble with the Deling officials, but he couldn't just turn his back on his friend. Seifer would never do that to him.
"All right, you can sleep on the couch, but tomorrow I want the full story."
"Fine." Seifer mumbled
"Guess I'll see you in the mornin." Raijin turned around and headed for his room.
"Yeah see ya...hey Raijin?" Raijin turned around to face Seifer, who was still sitting against the wall. "Thanks."
"Don't worry about it." And with that he left the room, leaving Seifer alone with his thoughts.
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I'm soooooooooo, sorry for not updating. It took spaz forever to write her bit (we had exams so we were both slack). To make up for it I'm posting three chappies now.