Redivivus

Disclaimer- I do not own 'Holes', it belongs to Louis Sachar.

Summary – Seventeen year old Squid makes a transition from juvenile delinquent into murderer, and only the sister of the victim can give him the chance of redemption.

Warning! – Mild swearing.

Author's Note – I tried to get this one out as soon as I could as my last update took so long.

Cityofevil – Thanks for another wonderful review. I think we defiantly have the same idea about the whole crazy boys thing. Well I really tried to get this out extra quick for you.

aries200- Thanks greatly for the review! I hope you read on and enjoy this chapter, I tried to keep it building up suspense.

Chapter Eight

"Strike"

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Squid could feel the blood rushing through him; his veins were tingling and his head felt light. His eyes settled on April as she knelt protectively next to her father, watching her carefully, absorbing every breath she took and every slight quiver convulsing through her weedy body. Was he supposed to feel sorry, for killing not only her brother but trying to kill her father too? Why couldn't she see, he was doing it all for her? He was trying to help her, her parents were making her miserable, she had to get away from them – but if he couldn't get to her he could at least dispose of them. His own body was shaking like a leaf, with what only felt like excitement and triumph – he knew she would thank him one day, thank him for all he has given up for her. How could she say it was his fault when she was the one who did this to him – she can't just capture his every thought and then suddenly refuse to be around him, she can't invade his mind with thoughts of her and then retreat leaving him unfulfilled. She was so far within his mind that he wouldn't let her escape now, this was more than a simple craving; it was a need.

He watched as her stick-like arms wrapped around her father's body and tried to carefully and slowly as if unbeknown to him, lift him with her and scurry up the stairs, further away from him. She was trying to drag him upwards with her. The knife in Squid's hand gleamed with menace in the silvery moonlight, which caught April's eye and she froze. For a moment Squid just stood, gazing at her, from her ratty unkempt hair to her bare pale feet – he was mesmerized. But his focus broke as April stood up fully and began to drag her father hurriedly up the stairs, although with the little strength she possessed, she struggled. Squid lunged forwards, jumping two steps at a time to reach her, but his legs felt like liquid and he crumpled on one of the steps, his foot catching the edge of the step but the knife stayed securely wrapped in his fist. Squid jumped to his feet, only to see April turn the corner, out of sight from where he stood on the stairs, her father being dragged with her.

"April, I'm here to help you - come here." Squid leapt up the stairs and followed suit around the corner only to see a hallways of about six doors all the way along, each closed. Creeping forward, Squid held the knife in his hand upright and ready to strike. "April, why are you hiding from me? You need me, you fucking need me!" His voice was shaking terribly and his head was spinning.

April's breath was hitched in her throat and she tried to sooth her father's groans and she knew if he kept on making noise, Squid would find them. She looked down at her father's wound to the stomach and lifted the bottom of his shirt to see properly, to see he was cut deep. She had to get him to a hospital; she had to call an ambulance. She could hear Squid's raspy voice calling out for her; she didn't know what he wanted from her. Her thoughts were fluttering inside her head, like a flock of unsure butterflies. She couldn't save David, but she could still save her father. She couldn't keep being selfish – she had to think of her family for once. Lifting herself from the floor where she sat, holding her father, April slowly opened the door leading back into the hallway where Squid was waiting for her. She opened the door and stepped out, not daring to look back. Her eyes immediately locked with Squid's, his lips twisting into a smirk as he cocked his head to the side; a fatigue of fake innocence falling over him, a chuckle escaping past his lips. She stood unsurely in front of him, parted by a few meters, her hands clutched together and her eyes focused on his, a film of plea in them.

"Please, let my father get to the hospital." She looked up to see that he hadn't moved. Gathering all the bravery she had, she stepped forward, just an inch. "Let him live and I'll go with you – I'll go willingly…just please," her words were falling from her quivering lips and she could feel the steaming sick bubbling in her stomach and the fear rushing through her veins. She once again dared to look up at him and saw the smile on his face widen.

"But April, he wants to keep us apart – can't you see, he wants to keep you away from me. I can't have that April, you can't stay his forever. I'm sorry." April dropped to her knees and shook harder, her face contorting into disgust. Squid knew he shouldn't have said that word – that vile word, which he loathed so much – but he wanted her trust.

"Sorry? Are you really sorry for what you have done? Are you really sorry for what you did to David – to my family – are you?" April was shouting hysterically, her throat ripping words out into the open, giving them a rough edge of pain. April's nails clawed at the floor.

"No" Squid replied levelly. "I'm sorry that I can't be truly sorry for what I have done. I'm can't be sorry, for this has to be one of the only right things I've done in my life, it brought me to you April – it brought us together, can't you see?" He began edging forward, his arms outstretched as if to grasp her, and she scurried back. "This was a miracle April, it was fate." The bullshit flowing from his mouth made even he sick, but that's how he felt. April's back hit a door at the end of the corridor and she clung to the fixtures on the wall childishly.

"Why can't you see that I don't want anything to do with you," she seethed. "Why can't you understand that I was stupid and confused to even visit you – I thought it would help, but it doesn't change the fact that it was you who killed him, it doesn't change the fact that you are a vile human being?" Squid stood in front of her, the knife still in hand and he smiled down at her, a dreamy look in his eyes. She cowered pathetically at his feet, clutching her knees to her chest tightly.

"Fine, I call an ambulance, save your father and you come with me." April looked up and saw his dark eyes shadowing malice, glinting with intentions she wished she could ignore; his mouth twisted ugly into a smirk on what would otherwise be classic handsome features. He held out his large, rough hand, stained slightly with what she guessed to be her father's blood. Her own curled up fist, twitched as she reached forward and landed in his hand, feeling the warmth of his skin – which certainly clashed with his personality, compared to her cold hand. She refused to look him in the eye as she stood with him, him standing from where he crouched and her sliding her back up the wall until she stood.

"I would have thought you would be cold," April whispered, her eyes shut and she spoke with more curiosity then malice. Squid pulled her by her hand roughly.

"Where's the nearest phone in this place?" he asked. April's other hand pointed at a door just a few meters away from them and Squid pulled them both in the room which seemed to be a sort of study, strolled over to the phone and lifted it from the receiver. He spoke briefly to the emergency services, only revealing the address before hanging up and hurriedly pulling April downstairs with him, out the front door, towards a banged up vehicle.

He paused for a moment and looked down at her, her face completely calm and serene as though sleeping or dead. His rough hand squeezed hers tightly and he watched discomfort flicker over face.

"You repulse me," April spat suddenly; her eyes now open revealing disgust and anger. Squid shoved the knife quickly into his pocket, within the case and gripped tightly to her shoulder, his smirk still apparent through what seemed like anger.

"Alan, call me Alan, April. Say my name for me," he whispered, his voice deep and intense. April's lips tightened and her face looked strained.

"But that is not who you are, is it, Squid. I didn't really understand your nickname at first – but oh I get it now. You are just like a Squid aren't you, slimy and repulsive." Squid just chuckled, watching her eyes narrow even further. He opened the passenger side of the car door and pushed her roughly inside. Squid then sat in the driver's seat and turned to see her face buried in her hands.

"Don't be scared sweetheart, I'm here," he whispered. She looked up and turned to him, her eyes locked with his, no tears to be seen.

"But can't you see that fact is the exact reason that makes me scared."

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Author's Note – I hope you like this chapter. Please review and tell me anything, if I'm doing a bad job, a good job, what to improve and so on. Thank You!