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Don�t own the characters, not making a profit. Violence and
noncon ahead. Originally posted as �Found : Chapters 3 & 4�

Fever: Chapter Nine

When you put your arms around me

I get a fever that's so hard to bear
(�Fever� by Peggy
Lee)

Zell was dreaming.

Zell lay in his bed, the heat of his room beating on him
unmercifully. He had no idea when it
had become so horribly blazing hot, he just prayed for the coolness of night to
come, and soon.

Giving up on that, he rolled out of bed and bounced for the
door, running through the halls for the out of doors � if he had to be hot,
he�d at least get some sun, demmit!

The heat outside struck him like Ifrit�s fist. Ugh! Who gave permission for it to get this
hot out?! Bleh! Zell ran for the beach � mmmm� no one in
sight. He scanned carefully for others
but his first assessment was correct � either the heat had driven everyone in,
or no one else wanted to brave the monsters to take a dip in the ocean.

Zell quickly peeled off all his clothes and ran over to the
waves that rushed up to greet him. He
leapt into the blood warm water and started splashing his way to deeper water,
eager for a swim that would stretch his tight muscles and get rid of this pent
up feeling.

He got a big gulp of air and let himself just float at
first. Glorious� little darty fish,
silver and blue and fast glimmered by in the streaky light, tempting him to chase
even if he had no chance to catch them.
Ooooo, he wanted one. Just to
grab for a minute to prove he could.
Zell took another gulp of air and dove into the dark, cool water after
the little silvery gemlike fish. Fast they were, fast he was, and before he had
to go up for air again, Zell caught one.
It cut his hand as it struggled, so he let it go, he didn�t think of how
frightened it would be, trapped in his hand, separated from it�s school. Poor little thing�

He watched the fish zip away, frantically looking for it�s
fellows who were now long gone. A
little saddened, Zell started up for the surface. When his head broke the water, a terrifying sight greeted him. No land.

�Which way was the land?
Had he really swum out this far?
How did he lose sight of land so quickly? Zell looked up and the sun was directly overhead. No way to tell which way to swim until it
moved. He scowled and sighed. Well, okay, I�ll just float here, no use
tiring myself out. Hungry though�
shoulda eaten that fishy� ew.

He floated� and looking down into the water, saw a large
shadowy streamlined figure moving beneath him� following a thin, pale line in
the water that led up to � Zell�s cut hand.
Ooooh� FUCK! Shark!
AAAAUGH! Zell suddenly couldn�t
remember what you were supposed to do if a shark was after you, so he started
swimming strongly and smoothly in the opposite direction the shark had
come. Hopefully, sharks came from
deeper waters and he�d be heading towards shore. Storm clouds were moving in as well, rushing by swiftly, it was
starting to scare the shit out of him.
And a glance behind and down showed the shark cruising slowly after him,
looking like some kind of dark spacecraft in the murky water. Nonono! Do NOT want to be eaten by a
shark! Noooooooooooooooooooooooo!
He had to spin abruptly as the thing came up and brushed him
experimentally, and Zell set himself in the water, ready to fight it. His fighting style did NOT lend itself well
to underwater battles. No leverages,
impact slowed and cushioned by the water, and Quez didn�t like being underwater
much. Still�oh� oh, no, where is
she??? Quez?!!! Nothing! I have nothing junctionable! Where the hell
are they?!!

The shark rubbed past him, and its hide, rough and slick at
the same time, scraped against one of Zell�s legs, drawing blood. Oooooooh, shit. Ow, ow� It passed again, and Zell punched the shark hard on
the nose, which made it flip out of reach and circle him. Its cold, inhuman eyes reflected no real
intelligence but there was a malignant hunger and a vicious patience that led
Zell to believe the thing would just� wait for him to bleed to death through
the scrapes on his skin.

And it was getting cold now� much colder than he ever wanted
to be, the storm rolling in had blackened the sky, and unseen lightning hid
behind the clouds, backlighting them occasionally and making the sound of
thunder roar in his ears. The shark
circled slowly, that alien presence his only company, very friendly company but
unwanted nevertheless.

Zell circled with the shark, treading water, waiting for its
next rush; which is why he saw the strange animal drop out of the sky. Like that thing Odin rode, only not as many
legs� what was it called?... A horse! Only with wings. And white
as snow, white as milk, white as the lightning that finally broke out of the
clouds after the Horse fell from them, falling towards the rough sea and then
spreading the sail-like wings and racing over the choppy surf towards him,
coming up fast.

What the fuck�?

It looked as if it were galloping over the surface of the
water, the wings streaming out from it� and someone was mounted on it. The figure riding the animal leaned out and
down and held out one gloved hand to Zell as it raced closer and the shark
started to charge him as well, trying to beat the horse and rider to him.

Holy shit, faster, horsy, faster!!

A sharp pain made me shriek like a piglet and sit up,
spilling the little gray and brown cat off my chest. You�d think bad hurt as I
was, that a little nose nip wouldn�t have brought me up out of a coma. Yeah,
well, that smarted. I rubbed my nose where it bit me, glaring at the cat thing.
It retreated up to Squall�s pack and watched me with intensely yellow eyes.

Squall�s pack? If I could have, I�d�ve danced. We forgot all
Squall�s stuff! Huzzah for forgetfulness and GF amnesia! The girls and I couldn�t carry Irvine and
Squall and Squall�s ready-for-anything pack. If he�d been there, I would�ve
kissed him. Hyne, I�d kiss him anywhere, any time, any�anything, really. Just point to a part.

I tamped down those
thoughts before my body started directing blood I really needed to the wrong
places. The peachy smell was bad enough.
Made me think of Irvine naked and leaning back on my lap� okay, enough
of that! Bad Zelly!!!

The cat obligingly got off the med kit and I rustled around
until I found a potion. MMMM, tasted
like old warm spit with a twist of dog crotch, but it really hit the spot!

Magic stuff heals okay but blood loss is one of those things
it�s not real good on. I was weak, but I wasn�t gonna die, and that�s all I
needed right then. That and that yummy dogpee taste, mmmm.

I searched the rest of Squall�s stuff. The apples were
goners, but, oh, whippee, there were still rations left. I knew those babies
couldn�t get any worse than they were when they started, rancid cardboard just
doesn�t get any better or worse with age, so that would be okay to eat. In a
manner of speaking.

I stuffed two bars
down and drank half the stale bathwater in the canteen. I had a few water
spells, but no point in getting myself and everything else soaked until
necessary.

It was stifling in the little cave and even though I knew
all sorts of bad nasties could be out there that I was in no condition to deal
with, I had to get outside. There was a tiny gasp of air and it seemed a
hundred times cooler. The breeze washed the sweat away and made me feel
energized and ready for anything, like a big gulp of cola slurpie and a hotdog�
argh. Later, stomach, later, just chew on that cardboard for now and I�ll buy
you 5 of Balamb�s best dogs later.

I watched the little cat dig until I realized I was in a
giant sandbox and looked away, giving the little guy some privacy. It chirruped
at me and I saw he was digging something up, not burying �stuff.

Squall�s communicator!! I did a little victory dance. Man, we just left all the stuff here, didn�t
we? Well, we meant to come back earlier and scrub the camp, but shit happened.
See, Ma? Sometimes it pays not to clean up after yourself.

Feeling slightly blasphemous for that thought, I scrambled
over. The communicator was full of sand, but there was a chance it would still
work. The solar batteries needed charging, but the one thing I had lots of was
sunlight. It felt good, too, baking me clean of the sweat that had just sat on
my skin like a grease slick in the cave, a little wind to cool it and the sun
to dry it away. I beamed at my little
kitty buddy.

�You�re all right, y�know that, Cat?�

He chose not to reply, instead modestly washing a paw.

I headed for the ridge, where the light would last the
longest. It was well past midday, but I only needed a couple hours if the thing
was still working properly.

My little buddy followed along, stepping carefully and
resting in the shadows. Once my chocobo brain figured out the sand was too hot
on his little feet I scooped him up, too.

We sat down in the shadow of a rock formation near the top. I
dug a beach worth of sand out of the communicator and BuddyCat tormented the
mini rock geezards. He brought me one, dropping it by my foot.

�Hyne, no, those things taste like shit.�

BuddyCat sampled and seemed to agree with me.

I�d gotten a glance at Xu�s injuries and wished I hadn�t. I
knew they�d probably have to go all the way back to Galbadia for treatment, if
the Regen stuck and she lived that long. Quisty knew vaguely where to
look for me, but the communicator would help. I set it on �Mayday� repeat and
to start up as soon as it had enough juice. Maybe I could catch a ride with a
Galbadian patrol or something, and get some real food and a bath sometime
soon. Mmmmm� maybe a long swim in the
sea� er� maybe not, after that dream. Brrrrr! Sharks. I didn�t even know I was scared of sharks.

I watched some insects carry away the dead rock geezard,
admiring their sense of duty in this heat. Like a hundred thousand little
Squalls, all work and no play. All I
wanted to do was get off the damned giant beach and into the cool water. Flakes of my own dried blood mingled with
the sand and my sweat and I was itching all over.

Argh! Fine! I had Water, I was gonna cast it!

I picked a spot to deflect the attack, so I�d get the wet
and not the damage. I also didn�t want my communicator or BuddyCat to float
away.

It was heavenly, the cool water rushing over me, washing
away the itchies and grime and heat. I scrubbed and enjoyed every second it
lasted, before the greedy earth sucked it up.

BuddyCat lapped at a puddle, but he kept his eyes on me in
case I did something else insane.

�Well, um� if I�d�ve taken my clothes off first, they
wouldn�t be clean!� I explained to a cat that couldn�t care less. I peeled off
my ragged, sand scoured wet things and spread them out on the rocks to dry.

Then I spread myself
out on the cooled damp rock to do a little sun worship. Even this desert sun couldn�t burn me, I was
just tooooo tan for it, nyah, nyah!!!
And it felt really good and baked the hurt out of my muscles and�

It was late afternoon when I woke up. A slight breeze chilled
my skin, making my nipples tighten and pucker. I sat up, at first with that
�Why didn�t they wake me up?� feeling, then I remembered what was going on. Better
get the clothes back on before I get rescued in the buff.

Too late.

At the creeping feeling that I was not alone I turned my
face in that direction, feeling more than hearing anything, and I looked up,
and up, and up at the giant of a man who was standing over me. Fear prickled
over me, again puckering my nipples, and rippling my belly muscles.

By the look in his eyes, and the hard on in my face, that
was not a happy thing. I didn�t think
this was exactly a rescue anymore, if you know what I mean.

The scent of him hit me � Cinnamon and hot peppers and leather.
My memories didn�t recognize it, but that cat part of me did. Male, I
thought, it�s a male, not a human man but a real, male whatever they are.

Whatever we are.

I put my chin up. �Ya mind?� I reached for my
clothes.

He caught me by the wrist, his hand closing easily around
it. �You don�t need those, my Pretty.� His voice was rough, the words weighted
strangely.

Translation device, I thought. I jerked my hand back.
�I�m not your anything.� The effect was spoiled by the fact that my hand moved
not at all.

�You are mistaken.� He pulled me up to my feet, to my toes
and a bit beyond. �When I am done with you, you will be my obedient, willing
slave.�

I was still weak from loss of blood but I managed to get one
leg up and kick against his thigh. That gave me the leverage and momentum to
twist and really kick him a good one in the breadbasket with my other foot.

He folded and let me go, which turned out to be not so good,
as I fell down the ravine, leaving a patch of hide on every rock and pokey thing.

I lay there, winded, scraped, bruised and scared. I looked
up into the laughing faces of the other males.

Out of the frying pan and smack into the fire. And no Squall with the spatula to get me out
this time.

There were five of them and I knew they were each planning
to have a go at me. Only two had the translation devices, whatever they were,
so I wasn�t overhearing the entire conversation, but I got enough to scare me
witless.

They didn�t like the heat and they were waiting until the night
cooled the desert to their comfort level. I was spread and tied vertically to a
sort of frame and the late afternoon wind was already cooling on my bare skin.

They were playing some sort of game � gambling � to
determine the order in which each man got to rape me. My stomach knotted up but I would not puke again. Emptying my
stomach only caused them to force more of the sweet blue wine on me.

The sweetish berry taste of the wine was like the smell of
the goop they spread all over me. The hands stroking me, invading me as the men
laughed and purred and said terrible endearments is what brought up my lunch
the first time. The men bit the tips of my ears until they bled and I cried in
spite of myself, the fuckers. Then they tied me up and left me, coming by only
periodically to force more wine down me and to roughly pull at my nipples and
my cock. Cripes, what was it, they
wanted souvenirs? Whaaat? I thought they were going to pull em right
off! If it was supposed to be erotic,
they sure needed some tips from �Girl Next Door Forum� or something� their
foreplay sucked.

My nipples were hard from goosepimpling fear. My ears were
throbbing with pain but each pulse got an answering throb from my groin. I was
so frightened I wanted to cry but I was rock hard. This was insane, what the hell was in that wine, anyway?

I knew it was cold but my skin felt hot. I squirmed in the
bonds, trying to ease sore muscles, but all I could do was pump my hips a
little. I tried it, and it felt good, but there was nothing to rub against and
the need was building.

I knew they were going to wait until I was desperate, like
Irvine had been. Hyne! Had he been their prisoner, too? Maybe it wasn�t
Squall who took him�

The thought of the men forcing poor sweet Irvine pissed me
off enough to control the fear a little. And what happened to BuddyCat? They
looked like the type that would hurt him, too. Fuckers.

I must have said that out loud, because one of them came
over to me. �Angry at the lack of attention, Gwilldani?� He cupped my
balls, squeezing just enough to hurt a little. �I promise to make it up to
you.�

�At some point I�ll get my hands free and you will fucking
be sorry.�

Quez offered to
come, now, but she was still too hurt from the sand beast and I couldn�t risk
her. Not until I feared for my life, or� not yet, anyway. I was still tied up
and if she killed them all without dying herself, I�d still be tied up in the
desert and just �

Hang onto the anger.

He laughed. �I can hardly wait for your hands to be free. I
imagine you have talented hands� and a talented mouth, too. If not, we can
teach you to be pleasing.�

�I�ll bite your pecker off and fuck the hole it leaves!�

He laughed as he hit me and kept laughing as he beat me and
I made vile, futile threats. Finally the pain outweighed the anger and I shut
up, feeling the fear creep back as blood and tears dripped into the sand.

As a reward, I guess, for finally shutting up he rubbed me
between the legs and Hyne help me I squirmed into the same hand that just broke
my nose. I guess this is where all my
wishing for Screwaga got me.
Dammit. I wanted to use it, not
have it used on me.

He went back to the game and I hung there, hating him and
hating myself and fearing the shadows that were getting longer.

Okay, I came up with a plan. I would let them think the
beating had me all subdued, let them� do what they wanted, and kill them as
they slept. If I was good, they�d untie me, he pretty much said that. I can
do this. I can.

Focus on killing them. Focus on the hate.

Maybe I should try seducing them. They can�t take the
heat and I can pour it on, Baby. I have stamina for miles, I can do this, yeah,
just get their attention, maybe rub on them a little�

I think that was the wine talking. I hope it was, anway,
geez, who wants to be a total slamhound?

The game was over and the men were circling me like sharks.
The sun was low and big and red, casting purple and orange shadows.

�You guys finished sucking each other off?� Someday I�ll
learn to keep my mouth shut.

�We have been waiting for your fine, golden, ass.� He moved
behind me and rubbed more of that flower-berry smelling goop between my legs
and up inside me.

My muscles clenched in distaste but there was nowhere I
could go. I shut my eyes briefly. I can survive this. And get even.

The winner opened his fly and I shut my eyes again. I was
horrified by the thought of that huge cock invading me, and more horrified by
the fact that it was starting to sound like a pretty good idea.

My body ached and I wanted their touch, just a touch,
something to ease the fire that was building in my belly. I felt like one of
those logs, all hollow and made up of a lining of hot coals. I was starting to really, really want
something to put out that fire before it ate me all up and left nothing of Zell
Dincht, just�

I was distracted from that thought, me as a nasty little
animal humping everyone�s leg, by a weird feeling � my crest was rising up and
my skin prickled and not from the Screwaga Merlot.

Light and heat suddenly blazed up before me. I heard the
explosion of the Firaga spell as the men furthest from me began to scream.

I heard a chittering noise and BuddyCat was back with about
a thousand of his brothers. The man nearest men pulled up his pants and went
for his side arm. A pulsing shimmer pooled out into the throng of cats and many
of them went limp. The others swarmed over their dead comrades, eyes glittering
in the twilight. The chittering got louder.
Musical, a weird harmony that made my skin crawl.

One the men had rolled in the sand and managed to put his
clothes out. The cats flowed over him and there was a short, strangled
scream. My stomach flipped when the
mass parted and I saw all that was left of the guy. Some of the cats stopped to
feast on the scraps of red still clinging to white blood smeared bone while the
rest moved on.

Their next target was the one who has shot at them. I saw
him pulled down by countless cats that stood on each other like ants to get at
him, pouring up his body. He thrashed a bit, and was still.

Other pulsing blasts rattled the canyon and a spray of sand
and stoned pelted us all. Another of the armed men went up in a burst of flame.

A figure came out of the sun, familiar and terrible because
he was familiar. One of the men pulled a bladed weapon and ran forward
to his death. Yeah, it was that fast
and easy. He had no idea who he�d been
fucking with, but I did. I�d only
thought I was scared before.

The legion of cats ran up the frame where I was held and
gnawed at the bindings. I dropped to my knees. Hanging up a little too long, I
couldn�t get to my feet, and I couldn�t feel my hands, but the pins and needles
that rushed into them made me want to piss a boiling stream of pain, ow fuck
ow!!! How come the little things can
hurt worse than the real damage?

The last one, the leader guy, was badly burned but still
standing. He slid the long blade of his weapon under my chin. �Call them off or
I�ll kill her.�

I didn�t hear the response, because my hands were free, now,
even if I couldn�t feel them quite right, reflexes were my old friends, hours
of practice, years of katas.

I stood over his corpse, trying not to choke on the stench
of burning flesh and fresh blood. The cats retreated like the tide, taking the
larger chunks of the men with them. In the purple shadows, I looked up at him,
the setting sun backlighting him like a halo.

I was not going to cry, I was not�

�In trouble again, Chicken?� Seifer said gently.
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