Wild Wild West:
Chapter Three: The Tables Have Turned
Heavy thuds sounded throughout the jail cells as Squall stamped his feet on the concrete steps as if to signify his arrival. Seifer stiffened. Is this to be his death day? If it was, he was pretty sure he was going to the flaming pits of hell. Oh shit.
The steps sounded as though they were getting nearer. Nearer... nearer... almost there...
"MEOWL!"
Seifer looked over to see the startled cats' tail crushed rather harshly underneath a dusty boot. Squall was looking down at the creature with a surprised expression on his lovely face.
"How did you get down here?" Squall shooed the cat up the grey stairs and turned to Seifer, his eyes cold as ice.
Seifer instinctively shrunk back from the harsh glare. I'm going to die today, he thought, I'm gonna die. He has that death glare in his eyes, I hope my death won't be too painful. Seifer gulped and wrapped his hand protectively around his neck.
Squall's eyes narrowed, "There is quite a crowd here for you today." He scooped down to retreive the keys from their place on the floor, never wondering once how they got there.
Seifer huddled to a corner as he watch Squall insert the keys in the proper hole and turn them with a metallic 'click'. The door swung open, Squall unsheathed his gunblade and pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket. Squall held out his hand palm up and made a couple of swift motions with his fingers, beckoning Seifer.
Unfortunately, Seifer had no intention of being carried off and hung that easily. He leaned up againist the hard wall and went into a defensive stance.
Squall only chuckled. "Don't make this harder on yourself than it already is, I promise a swift, painless death." He begun to pace around Seifer, waiting for him to make the first move.
Seifer rushed forward and connected his fist with Squall's delicate stomach. Squall doubled over in pain at the same time rewarding Seifer with a slice of his gunblade.
Seifer yowled in pain and clutched his injured arm, he was getting pissed. Squall was approaching him again, Seifer stooped down and swept his foot beneath Squall's legs, causing him to trip and fall harshly to the ground.
This is my chance, Seifer thought. He sat on Squall, pinned him to the ground and yanked the gunblade out of the tightly clenched fists. The metallic sheen of the gunblade contrasted quite nicely when Squall's ivory throat.
Squall's voice quivered with anger, "You better kill me while you got the chance, as long as I'm living, killing you is my top priority."
Seifer smirked and gave Squall an evil glare, "I think I have a much better idea."
Seifer roughly pulled Squall up buy his shirt and slammed him face first into the wall. Seifer put the tip of Lionheart up to Squall's lower back.
"Put your hands together." He growled as he quickly handcuffed them.
With that Seifer turned Squall around and pressed his back to the wall. "Looks like the tables have turned my friend." He gave the ivory neck a playful nip before leading him up the stairs and out of the jail.
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The gathering of people gave a startled gasp as they saw Seifer come out the entrance. Seifer had an arm around Squall's neck while the other held the gunblade that was dangerously close to Squall's throat. Seifer could her his voice boom amongst the crowd.
"I believe you all have come here to see me hanged, unfortunately there has been a slight change of plans. You all shall remain calm and let me pass without a fight, or your precious sheriff will die."
Seifer held on to the brunette boy tightly as he passed through the shocked crowd. Squall remained impassive though, with his head held up high an aura of pride seemed to sorround him.
"Get me a horse," Seifer belowed, "Better yet, two horses. Also food and water."
The townsfolk looked at Seifer with a hint of defience in their eyes. Seifer responded buy pressing the blade deeper onto Squall's throat, the skin broke slightly. A small path of liquid crimson slid down the pale throat. The townsfolk immediately complied to Seifer's wishes.
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(a/n) Oh no!!! Squall is held hostage by Seifer! What will happen? Will Squall escape? Will Seifer have a little fun with his captive? Find out next time on Wild Wild West.
Yeah, sorry it took me forever to update. gets down on hands and knees Forgive me!
Don't forget to review.
Chapter Three: The Tables Have Turned
Heavy thuds sounded throughout the jail cells as Squall stamped his feet on the concrete steps as if to signify his arrival. Seifer stiffened. Is this to be his death day? If it was, he was pretty sure he was going to the flaming pits of hell. Oh shit.
The steps sounded as though they were getting nearer. Nearer... nearer... almost there...
"MEOWL!"
Seifer looked over to see the startled cats' tail crushed rather harshly underneath a dusty boot. Squall was looking down at the creature with a surprised expression on his lovely face.
"How did you get down here?" Squall shooed the cat up the grey stairs and turned to Seifer, his eyes cold as ice.
Seifer instinctively shrunk back from the harsh glare. I'm going to die today, he thought, I'm gonna die. He has that death glare in his eyes, I hope my death won't be too painful. Seifer gulped and wrapped his hand protectively around his neck.
Squall's eyes narrowed, "There is quite a crowd here for you today." He scooped down to retreive the keys from their place on the floor, never wondering once how they got there.
Seifer huddled to a corner as he watch Squall insert the keys in the proper hole and turn them with a metallic 'click'. The door swung open, Squall unsheathed his gunblade and pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket. Squall held out his hand palm up and made a couple of swift motions with his fingers, beckoning Seifer.
Unfortunately, Seifer had no intention of being carried off and hung that easily. He leaned up againist the hard wall and went into a defensive stance.
Squall only chuckled. "Don't make this harder on yourself than it already is, I promise a swift, painless death." He begun to pace around Seifer, waiting for him to make the first move.
Seifer rushed forward and connected his fist with Squall's delicate stomach. Squall doubled over in pain at the same time rewarding Seifer with a slice of his gunblade.
Seifer yowled in pain and clutched his injured arm, he was getting pissed. Squall was approaching him again, Seifer stooped down and swept his foot beneath Squall's legs, causing him to trip and fall harshly to the ground.
This is my chance, Seifer thought. He sat on Squall, pinned him to the ground and yanked the gunblade out of the tightly clenched fists. The metallic sheen of the gunblade contrasted quite nicely when Squall's ivory throat.
Squall's voice quivered with anger, "You better kill me while you got the chance, as long as I'm living, killing you is my top priority."
Seifer smirked and gave Squall an evil glare, "I think I have a much better idea."
Seifer roughly pulled Squall up buy his shirt and slammed him face first into the wall. Seifer put the tip of Lionheart up to Squall's lower back.
"Put your hands together." He growled as he quickly handcuffed them.
With that Seifer turned Squall around and pressed his back to the wall. "Looks like the tables have turned my friend." He gave the ivory neck a playful nip before leading him up the stairs and out of the jail.
-----
The gathering of people gave a startled gasp as they saw Seifer come out the entrance. Seifer had an arm around Squall's neck while the other held the gunblade that was dangerously close to Squall's throat. Seifer could her his voice boom amongst the crowd.
"I believe you all have come here to see me hanged, unfortunately there has been a slight change of plans. You all shall remain calm and let me pass without a fight, or your precious sheriff will die."
Seifer held on to the brunette boy tightly as he passed through the shocked crowd. Squall remained impassive though, with his head held up high an aura of pride seemed to sorround him.
"Get me a horse," Seifer belowed, "Better yet, two horses. Also food and water."
The townsfolk looked at Seifer with a hint of defience in their eyes. Seifer responded buy pressing the blade deeper onto Squall's throat, the skin broke slightly. A small path of liquid crimson slid down the pale throat. The townsfolk immediately complied to Seifer's wishes.
-----
(a/n) Oh no!!! Squall is held hostage by Seifer! What will happen? Will Squall escape? Will Seifer have a little fun with his captive? Find out next time on Wild Wild West.
Yeah, sorry it took me forever to update. gets down on hands and knees Forgive me!
Don't forget to review.