FF8 Presents The Thing

Chapter 14

Laguna is slapped to the ground before he could throw another bomb. Seifer dodges another appendage and dives for the generator. His fingers grip the switches throwing them. This causes a current to rip through both the THING and Squall. THING, withering in pain, rips the door from the frame trying to pound itself loose from it. Laguna hobbles out of the opening. Seifer had no desire to pass it, dives out a window.

Laguna, battered and bloody, has to crawl along due a broken leg. He can hear something behind him closing in on him. The terror forces him to go faster despite the pain. Laguna makes it into a bathroom, locking the door behind him. Knows he is both wounded and in no shape to fight. Knows the Alien will be through the door eventually. Laguna looks around the bathroom. Can hear the creature pawing the door. Franticly he tries prying up a slab of wood. Can feel air brush at him, from a breach in the door. With last ditch strength he breaks a piece of wood off. Puts the jagged end to his throat and rips. His last thoughts on those he loves, hoping he sees them on the other side.

Seifer drives a tractor into the compound, breaking through the walls into the lab. His front shovel easily wrecks hal the room. His eyes have the look of a wild man, someone who finally snapped. His frostbite is now evident not looks like black war paint only adding to the picture of insanity. Between his teeth is a stick of dynamite. Two large air tanks are strapped to the tank marked hydrogen. They are normally used for weather balloons though he has other ides for them now. Pulls the tractor to a stop, taking the stick in hand with wide grin.

Seifer, “ Its just you and me now! You want some bad ass? You got it!”

Seifer guns it through into medical room. Equipment goes flying. The tractor proves much stronger then the walls. As he tears further into the compound he sings ‘ We will rock you ‘ out loud. Makes it past the mess hall and into the kitchen. All this stress is causing the foundation to crumble. But Seifer keeps singing. The THING is in retreat now.

Seifer, “ Blood on ya face, your a big disgrace Kicking your can all over the place .. singing WE WILL ... WE WILL ROCK YOU! “ Makes it all the way into the pub. Backs the tractor up to the bar and grabs a bottle of whiskey, “ Good year for whiskey... “ Taking a swig from the bottle before he resumes his rampage through the base. But his ride stops in the rec room front of the hole created by the THING earlier, “ Damn it.... No more gas.. “

Seifer eyes the room. from the passing roof to the doorway and the rumble. Wind and ice cut through him. His bare fingers were already black like his cheeks and nose.

Seifer, “ Damn shame, I’m the only piece of livestock left. I know you’re gonna come after me sooner or later. Better be soon because this warranty is running out. I got a parting gift for you!”

Slight tremor perks his interest. Holds the stick of dynamite between his legs. His sense stay alert as he cups his lighter with one hand near the stick. The tremors get stronger. He can feel his adrenaline flowing now. The floor starts to shake. Seifer stands to throw another taunt.

Seifer, “ Hurry up, you slow mother... “

The shaking causes the tractor to pitch, throwing Seifer forward. His eyes catch site of the vile, grinning face below him. Sends a claw at him, splitting the steering wheel like paper but misses him.

Seifer makes the tractor bolt forward ten feet into the creature. Seifer leaps off., hanging into edge of the hole in the ceiling. Can see the THING tearing through the tractor in order to get him. Claw narrowly misses him as he pulls himself through the hole. Once on the roof, Seifer lights the stick and drops it in, then runs.

The thing bursts half way through the hole, appendage reaching for him at lightening speed. Then an immense explosion as a fifty four fireball shoots out of the hole. The THING is almost instantly disintegrated. Seifer is throw from the roof and onto the ice ground below.