Avarìa

By: Rosiel and Kira

Disclaimer: The only thing I own is a Seifer bobble head doll, don't sue!

(Thoughts)

"Spoken words"

Author's Notes: And we're once more up and going! These past few weeks have really sucked for me. First I had laryngitis, and lost my voice. Kira said that was a blessing to the world, then I busted my knee up and our friend Angela's Halloween party. Which was a lot of fun even with the busted knee. I told Kira, I think something is trying to kill me. Anyways, aside from all that and our kitten deciding to use my feet, as it's own personal scratching post things are going well. My classes have been pretty lightweight. Kira on the other hand is killing herself. Poor thing. Oh well, her choice not mine. Tehehe! I'm evil, I know. Well other than that, I hope everyone is doing well and we will try to get this next chapter up and going as soon as possible! We're probably going to start the sequel once this is through and expect some insanity and Squall being tortured! Perhaps we'll torture Zell though, we haven't really decided! Oh well, On to the fic!

Chapter 11: Seifer, Where are you?

Squall looked up into the face of his captor. Quistis stood above him, smiling at him with her cold blue eyes shining. Behind her stood a petite blond man with a large tattoo covering one side of his face. He winced as Quistis lashed out, kicking Squall hard in the side.

"Oops, guess I forgot my own strength." Quistis lifted a hand to her mouth, hiding her smirk.

Squall winced, gripping his side, and trying to breathe. He could've sworn he heard one of his ribs break with the blow and considering the high heeled black boots Quistis had on, he didn't doubt that something was broken.

"You better not hit him so hard next time Quistis, if you want him to be good for something I mean." The blonde hesitated to say more as Quistis shot him a glare.

"I know what I'm doing Zell. I believe you held up my end of the bargain, now here's yours, leave us now!"

Her blue eyes held a murderous sheen to them, one that the small blonde didn't miss. He gulped, taking a step back. He knew just how scary any member of the Almasy family could be when angered, but this took the cake. He slowly turned, shooting a sympathetic smile to the brunette slave, before walking out of the small cell.

Quistis turned to watch him go, before turning back to Squall. She took a step forward, her smile widening as Squall scooted back from her. His back hit the wall and his eyes grew large. There was nowhere left to go now. Quistis knelt down, gently running the back of her hand along his soft cheek. The touch was almost tender for a moment, until her slender hand reached his throat and it closed in a harsh grip, immediately cutting off his air supply. He choked trying to get away, but there was nowhere to go. He looked up into Quistis' eyes silently pleading with her to let him go, let him live.

"Oh don't worry, pretty one, I'm not going to hurt you, well much." She smiled, sadistically.

"GUARDS!" She screamed.

Immediately the door to the cell flew open and in stepped two large men. They stood at attention, awaiting orders from their boss. She motioned with her hand and they immediately reached down grabbing Squall as he struggled to break free, but it was to no avail. She smiled as she lifted his face to look into his eyes. He spit in her right eye, not caring anymore what would happen to him if he did so. Death was better than being here with her. (Seifer, where are you right now? I need you!)

Seifer narrowed his eyes as he watched the guards and dogs patrolling the area around the Dincht compound. He slipped a long black handgun, into his boot, preparing for one hell of a fight. He knew how jealously the Dincht's guarded their home and he knew that it was nearly impossible to break into. (Unlike Chicken Wuss' office, which was easy as hell to get into. Once you take out the right people.) He chuckled darkly as he slid from his black Ferrari. He had been careful to keep the car in neutral after he had cut the engine, letting it glide slowly down the hill that led to the Dincht's compound of a home.

And compound was an understatement. The large brick townhouse, like the Almasy family's main compound home was closely guarded. The home was large and Seifer knew from being inside it once or twice that it was almost impossible to find someone unless you knew what room they were in. The windows were all dark, the heavy curtains allowing no one to see inside. A large ground with flowerbeds and trees stood out front of the large home, allowing for a little cover. Unlike the Almasy home no large statues of gods and goddesses stood out along the long twisting driveway. Instead large oak trees kept the pavement from harsh sunlight and even soft moonlight. Large walls closed in the compound, stone and iron used to be visually appealing as well as threatening all at the same time. Security cameras were posted every few feet along the wall and three large Dobermans roamed the lawns, promising painful death to all those that dare enter their territory.

"This place is locked up tighter than Fort Fucking Knox." Seifer muttered to himself.

He took a deep breath, before easing himself out of the passenger side of his Ferrari. He slowly made his way towards the corner of a wall that looked like it would be the easiest to climb. He shot the security camera on the wall the finger and blew Zell a kiss. (For old times sake Chicken Wuss.)

He withdrew a small rifle with a fat silencer and shooting it down. The camera hit the ground with a crack, and all went silent. He slid the rifle back into its holder on his back before taking a deep breath and slowly heaving his large frame up the wall. He sat there for a moment studying and memorizing the layout of the outside of the home before taking out his rifle once more.

He waited a few moments before slowly sliding down the large oak tree that stood near the corner he had chosen to climb. (Glad I'm in shape. I never would've been able to make this other wise.) He sat on a tree limb that concealed his body well with its heavy foliage and waited until the Doberman's came around. He shot quickly at the first, second and then third. Silently, he regretted killing the creatures. (Funny, I can kill a man in cold blood, but I feel guilty for killing an animal.) He shook his head, slipping from the tree and down into the yard. He raced across the yard as quickly as possible not wanting to be seen. As soon as he reached the side of the house, he slid his body around until he found a window that didn't have the curtains closed. Peering inside, it appeared to be a small bathroom for the servants and no one was in it.

He slowly removed a glasscutter he had stored in the pocket of the black trench coat he wore. He eased it up onto the glass, before using it to make a large circle, large enough for his hand to fit into. He pushed his hand through and reached up for the lock. Upon hearing the click he waited a few moments in dead silence, waiting to see if someone would show up.

When no one moved, he slowly eased the window open and pulled himself up onto the sill. He slipped down onto the dark tile floor and withdrew his rifle once more. Taking aim at the door, he once more waited. After no one showed up, he slowly eased the door open and stepped out into the silent hall. It sounded as if the whole house was asleep or if not had gone to their night dwellings or out to find entertainment for at least one night. (Just what kind of entertainment, I can probably all ready guess.) He grinded his teeth, as thoughts of his slave, his lover, entered his head. (Now, if I were trying to hide someone where the hell would I put him?) Before he had time to analyze that thought, all hell broke loose.

Seifer raced down the darkened hall, he was in the basement he knew and dodging bullets left and right. Although he was sure the Dincht family wouldn't appreciate their walls being shot up, but for the sake of killing one of their most powerful enemies, he figured they wouldn't mind. He reached into his boot drawing the knife and throwing it at the guard that came down the hall. It hit its intended mark, embedding itself right between the man's eyes. Seifer ran towards him, grabbing his knife and quickly searching the man's pockets for keys. After a second search he found them and was able to get up and going again.

(Now where the hell is Squall?) He thought as he ran. Turning a corner, he stopped to catch his breath and listen to see if he had heard anything. When no sound greeted him, he slowly began to walk the hall, catching his breath and cataloguing what he saw for further use. A heavy door on the right side of the hallway caught his eye. It was different from the others. Where the ones in the concrete walled and floored basement were wooden and appeared heavy, this one was shining solid steel.

He stopped and looked at it a moment. Making up his mind, he stepped up to it and began to insert the few keys on the ring. He knew he needed to hurry, if someone were to come into the hall, he was defenseless. After tossing the first three keys over his shoulder, he heard a click as the fourth one finally worked and the tumblers aligned. He breathed a sigh of relief before drawing his rifle off his back and slowly taking aim, easing the door open. He took a look around, making sure no one was hiding in the corners before his eyes fell on the lone occupant of the room.

Seifer suddenly felt very sick to his stomach. Squall was laying on a bare mattress the back of his legs, his buttocks, and his back seemed to be nothing but a large red welt. Blood flowed down his back, and thighs, but he didn't seem to notice. (Probably passed out.) Seifer closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before walking over and kneeling beside the figure. Squall must've heard the noise, for despite the pain it may have caused he curled himself up into a fetal position and began to whimper softly.

"Squall?" Seifer, reached out, gently running his hand through the soft locks of dark hair at the back of Squall's head.

"Come on baby, it's me." Seifer gently coaxed.

Squall slowly lifted his head, looking over his aching shoulder at the beloved figure.

"Seifer." His voice was hoarse from screaming, his throat raw and hurting.

"Hey baby. Everything's going to be okay. All right? I promise everything will be fine."

Seifer soothed him as he continued stroking the soft short locks. Seifer's strong fingers eased the fear and tension he had been feeling and despite the horrible wounds Squall found himself relaxing. He closed his eyes, feeling the mind-numbing ache of his broken body and the gentle yet strong presence of his master. But before he was able to totally bask in the joy of his master, a voice cut into his peace.

"Don't make promises you can't keep."

Authors' Notes: I know we are horrible about cliffhangers. We're sorry, this chapter was getting really long and we didn't want to spoil the surprise of what's going to happen by continuing. Anyways, I hope everyone had a happy Halloween, I know Kira and I did. Thanks again for all the sweet reviews of encouragement, we appreciate it. Keep it coming. This next chapter should be up in a week or two, depending on our workload. We try to get it done though, cause I know everyone wants to see what happens and we want to get this one finished so we can start posting the sequel. So talk to you all in a few weeks! Rosiel and Kira