Waking the Dead
By Shade
A/N: I didn't think I would get even three reviews. I appreciate anyone who's actually reading this. I'm also surprised that people actually agree with Squall's actions. Heh, in all honesty I wrote him as the slightly immature kid everyone is at that age. Didn't think it was too ooc. If Squall was living in the real world and was already involved with someone I think he would be a bit more like you average, albeit possibly gothic, teen...that and it fit the storyline...Well, please continue reviewing. I really am enjoying writing this. I adore horror. Be it Japanese, American, Italian, B, or high budget I love most all horror. It's one of the hobbies I spend most my time on. Heh, so if anyone was wondering what was in my bedroom...you perverts...There would be the obvious, anime, and videogames but an extensive collection of horror from all corners of the world...plus some decorations...my favorite being the original Evil Dead movie poster. Anyway, with no further ado I give you the second chapter to all three of my readers.
"Ah," Seifer opened his eyes, lifted his head from where it had been buried in his arms. It was still night and he remembered being on the road. Had they wrecked? The wave of pain shooting through Seifer's leg told him 'yes'. Seifer let out a sudden cry, pulling his leg out from under the motorcycle that had pinned it to the ground "Damnit," He groaned, finding the kickstand had cut into the lower portion of his leg. He pulled this free before his imagination had time to make things worse than they really were and crawled several feet away before collapsing onto the grass.
He seemed to be alive. His arms were skinned and his leg hurt like hell. He had been better. Squall. Realization struck Seifer like a brick and he immediately sat up, looking about wildly for the other "Squall?!" He wasn't hard to find. Several yards away a body lie crumpled in the grass. Seifer was on his feet and running towards it in a matter of seconds "Squall!" He repeated, looking Squall over before he so much as touched him. His eyes were open but empty and unfocused, his head bent on an odd angle. Seifer suddenly felt sick "Squall!" He said the other's name over and over, nearly screaming for a response.
He pressed his fingers to Seifer's throat, searching desperately for a pulse "Squall get up," Seifer found tears welling up in his eyes. He couldn't remember the last time he had cried in public...though something told him he was alone right now...He could find no pulse and as he pulled Squall into his arms, felt not even the lightest of breaths against his cheek, he realized it was as he feared "Squall," He sobbed the name, crying as he kissed Squall's cheek then lips, rocking as he finally buried his head in the other's shoulder.
"I'm so sorry Squall," He murmured, brushing his fingers through the other's hair, his hands shaking. Both words and voice escaped him. He cried longer and harder than he would have thought possible. When he raised his head slowly he began studying Squall's face. Where were they to go. It seemed as if taking Squall to a hospital was unnecessary. It was too late for help. He would have to take him to Laguna. What would happen then? He would most likely be arrested. It was just as well...After what he had done...Wait...Laguna...
Seifer stood, lifting Squall carefully into his arms "You'll be all right Squall," He promised, shifting Squall in his arms and propping up his motorcycle. It looked drivable. Seifer climbed on, leaning Squall against him. He held the other's arms as he revved the bike, relived to hear the engine running "I'll fix everything," He wiped the last of the tears from his eyes before speeding back onto the road.
Laguna hung the phone back on its receiver and took a seat on the sofa. It had only been an hour. Squall was usually back by morning. There was nothing to say that things would be the same this time...save for the nagging notion in the back of Laguna's mind...He just couldn't shake the thought that something would happen. He wouldn't loose Squall to some reckless teenage punk. He couldn't loose Squall. It had been hard enough to loose Raine.
Perhaps he shouldn't have called the cops. Laguna shook his head "You had no choice," He told himself, letting his hair down and putting a hand to his forehead. As if his life wasn't already stressful enough. Where had he gone wrong in being a father?...He couldn't help being away...Though deep down he knew that was his fault as well. He could have found an easier job. One that let him spend time with his son.
Laguna moved to lie on his side, drawing in his knees. Moving so many times, that had surely had an effect on Squall. He hadn't been able to help that. It was his job...His job...There was that same old excuse again. He really was a bad father. Laguna sighed, bringing one hand level with his face to study the wedding ring upon his finger "...So...what else have I done wrong?"
The guard was asleep. Seifer was holding Squall to his chest, the limp body wrapped in his coat. "It won't be long now," He whispered going forward past the guard. He had the keycard at ready and the door opened without a problem. He ran through the next room and then into the next. He heard no footsteps nearby and immediately took Squall to the cube above his father's lab. "Here we are," Seifer put Squall over one shoulder and climbed the ladder. Once at the top he lowered Squall to the surface of the cube and looked around for some sort of opening. A hinged grid for ventilation. Seifer smiled and looking around for any sign of a guard kicked the cover in so that it clanked to the floor about fifteen feet below.
Seifer took Squall back into his arms. He kept him close and dropped through the opening "Ah," Seifer fell to one knee, felt a spasm of pain through his injured leg. He gasped as he stood, unable to support Squall as easily as he had been able to just moments before. He looked around, allowing his leg to rest for a moment. There was a computer system in front of him and above that glass, through that another room. That was where he needed to be. To his relief the door seemed to be easy to open. Seifer put Squall down for a moment and pressed the red button nearest the door. As the door slid open he sighed. If an alarm had gone off instead he wasn't sure what he would have done.
Ignoring the pain in his leg Seifer took hold of Squall again and half dragged him through the open door. Now what the hell did they do before? Seifer took a moment to look around again. The room was clean, sterile, but the table the corpse had been on before was still in the room. Seifer flipped the table over to a horizontal posision and laid Squall atop it. Then there was the drum one of the men had opened. Seifer soon spotted such a container in the corner. Was this really so easy? Seifer dismissed the question. He wasn't even sure this would work. Wouldn't work...it had to work...He couldn't fathom the consequences if it didn't.
"Ah," Seifer couldn't find the leverage he needed to open the container. It was with a strangled cry and some blood coursing from his leg that the container slid open. There was a hiss and some smoke. Seifer stumbled back, coughing. Was it even safe to be in here? "To hell with it," Seifer grumbled. If Squall remained dead because of his mistake he wasn't sure he even cared "Squall," Seifer stopped near the table, watching Squall as he waited. A minute passed then another. It all felt as if hours were lapsing. He couldn't take this for much longer and soon his hope dwindled "...No..." He leaned over Squall, folding his arms over the other's chest. Tears welled up in his eyes again as he dropped his head down.
There was a sharp gasp as Seifer felt arms wrap around him. They were tight, almost painful, and Seifer suddenly found himself on his back before he had time to react. The gasping was quick now and as Seifer opened his eyes he saw Squall above him, eyes still open wide only now it was with apparent shock. Squall's arms were the ones wrapped around his body, still tight and keeping him pinned to the other's lap so that his feet were inches above the floor. "Squall," He smiled though, almost laughing though the emotion soon dwindled as Squall failed to respond "...Squall...?" The other only continued gasping, his grip not loosening from Seifer's body. If anything it tightened as Squall's gasping became more desperate. Seifer's own expression became one of worry "Squall...I can't breathe..." Squall's eyes seemed to focus then, meeting Seifer's. They were grayer, cloudier than Seifer remembered but just the same Squall's attention was now upon him.
A/N: I know, I know short chapter. I promise the next chapter will be much longer. Anyway, just thought I'd clear up some confusion...and make a proper disclaimer...I use the term Return of the Living Dead like I use the word Coke for every soft drink in existence. More precisely this fanfiction is based on Return of the Living Dead 3. It's a lesser-known sequel and not much more than decent as far as horror movies go. Heh, it's one of those things you're embarrassed to say you loved. Other than that I'd like to mention that I'm also looking for a beta reader for my yaoi work. If you can only devote a little time to one story that's fine. Just please contact me if you're interested. I can't promise much in return though I'm open for suggestions.