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Uprising: The Beast Wars	By : Resting-Madness Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1109 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't make any money from this story. I do not own the fandom or rights of creation of anything involving Final Fantasy VIII and its world. I did make up original characters but eh.

Chapter List
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Squall and Seifer looked lethargic. Seated across from each other, leaned with their elbows resting on the knees, folded hands beneath their chins. Just staring. At each other or past each other was hard to say, their expressions are just that blank.
Irvine just looked at them wondering what to do. He could only hope they didn't change again, himself included. He's almost positive he'd seen what he saw back there. His fingers had morphed, and he'd attacked the pair with a tornado that he hadn't conjured. Siren's call is becoming stronger, and this sorceress is getting stronger in her need for attack and the realization of her mission.
'What's she after?' Wondered Irvine. 'Turning everyone into monsters... What kind of goal is that? Is she a monster herself?' Even as he'd thought it he knew it made no sense. How could a monster be intelligent enough to cultivate such a plan, and then carry it out. 'There are different types of monsters.' He knew that. 'And with their abilities it's also possible that they could have evolved and gained some type of hypnotic power. Sleep is a form of hypnosis. Slow and Stop.' But there were too many monsters in his mental roll-a-dex to lock in on one, that has one of those magic attacks, who could be doing this.
Irvine's dark gaze shifted from vacant to focused as he looked over his shoulder out one of the large windows. The evening sky is dotted with air crafts, leaving shadows over the valleys and countries as they all head for Esthar. A safe haven. Or it should be. Nothing was certain if this disease is an airborne virus.
'Siren,' Thinks the sniper, though it's not in a manner of thinking about the G.F. he's actually attempting a telepathic communication with it. He's had a long standing contract with the spirit, so they should be linked in some ways, just as Squall with Sheva and Zell with Ifrit and so on with the others.
'Siren, can you hear me?' Sighing through his nose, he squeezed his eyes shut harder as if the communicative path were through lack of visual.'Please.'
Azena watched the Guardian Force beyond the glass with interest. She looked as though she were sleeping. But with her abilities of hypnotic song, she could very well be attempting a telepathic communication. But it's of no matter, by tonight the whole planet will be on their bellies and bowing down to her as slaves to her rule.
"If you knew what had happened to me..." The sorceress seemed to be trying to explain or perhaps just get the Guardian on her side willingly instead of by force. She closed her eyes in hopes to shield away the memories of what Aziz Pagoni had done to her. But it was forever there. Just as the word 'Freak' would forever be there. "We- all of us born different- won't be different anymore. Everyone will be the same. And those who aren't will only be deemed as trouble and therefore must be exterminated. Don't you understand that?"
Siren remained still. Almost lifeless in the tube.
"They call me- us- FREAKS... Just because we don't fit the mold of humans, just because creatures don't fit the mold of animals... It's an atrocity! Monsters are dangerous, but they're no different from a common street cat or dog seeing people as dinner. Anything can be dangerous when provoked or desperate enough to be violent. But humans... I can use magic for myself, does that make me a tool? Does it make me bad?"
Siren continued to ignore her, and continued attempting contact with Irvine. And finally, she felt his wave length through all of the many currents drifting about the air.
"Irvine?" She sang in response to the whisper she'd heard. With the airwaves open around the planet Siren can hear and feel everything going on in the outside world. "Can you hear me?"
Irvine's eyes popped open upon a very sharp intake of breath. He heard her! Siren! He knew that voice anywhere! What to do? What to say? Breathing in a happy-nervous panic, he closed his eyes again and concentrated.
"Siren... If you can hear me, keep talking.' He thinks as hard as he can. When nothing more comes he let's out a frustrated sigh. 'I don't know if you can still hear me or if you'd even heard me at all, but we're co-...'
"I'm somewhere in a cave... The men going in and out of the cave put covers over their faces to protect them." Siren opened her eyes in time to see the sorceress moving closer to her inclosure. "No! Irvine, we might be in the dese-.."
Her screams were the last thing the sniper heard before the psychic link was cut.
"What was that?" Squall asked, looking at Irvine. His movements are still sluggish and unsure, but he moved over to the male regardless.
"Siren was trying to tell me that she's being held in the desert. Said it's dark and cool, so they must be in a cave in one of the mountains."
"But we know that much, or hoped anyway. Does she know how to stop whoever's doing this?" Wondered the examiner.
Irvine shook his head. "If she knows, she wasn't able to tell me... Siren's abductor must be torturing her."
Squall's lips twitched in an apologetic manner. He himself is feeling the disconnect from Shiva; ever since bonding with the spirit who's taken so much from his memories and added some of her own to his, he knows how deep the bonds can be. They all do. Had Shiva been taken under his contract, he'd be a wreck. And now they, all the Guardian Forces, have been targeted and are being forced to turn on them. But he still can't figure out what the humans are being turned and used as well. Is it a ploy for mass murder of the population? Guardians will be abducted and monsters enslaved if they haven't all mutilated each other first.
His fist tightened in wanton. He'd like to get his hands on whomever this sick freak is. And when he does... For what she's doing to the planet and his husband, and how her sick deed has affected his son. She'll be dead before she can even register that someone from the outside has found the coward's hiding place.
It'll be dawn by the time they reach Centra, and longer still with having to locate the hidden fortress. Thankfully, it's dark out now, but early. All he, all any of them can do now, is hope things don't escalate before the sorceress is caught.
x x x
Hyland stepped out of the presidential palace with a heavy heart. Although he didn't know what he'd expected, he's been a full-on dick to the guy since he'd met him. But that doesn't mean people can't change. Looking up at the sky he can see all the Trams entering Esthar from the distance. It would suck if this was the beginning of the end, when the city was supposed to considered a safe haven from this outbreak has just infected itself by bringing people inside.
'That actually could be dangerous, and with Kait and the president hurt, they could need protection.' Hyland didn't feel any different since this thing started, so there was no way he's been infected. With an about-face he marched back into the palace.
Over at the heliport, Jax exited the Tram followed by a couple other cadets who'd followed him to Esthar. He'd agreed to help back in Winhill, but being back on the battle field, he's, once again, had enough with the life of a soldier. Now he'll be on watch in the city. Incase. That's what being transported to Esthar provided, a simple 'Incase'.
"Please don't push!" He called over the noise. "Dr. Odine would like to give you a quick once over, then you can make your way to a hotel, or if you have family, you can stay with them." That was a luck break. Esthar could provide for a great portion of the population, unlike the smaller areas where they'd be heavily cramped from the crowds.
Eurydice Montego helped with escorting the arrivals to the doctor's lab, along with her former teammate, now fellow commander, Luna. Even a few cops were there for assistance in keeping the panic in order.
Dr. Odine, the risk anything and do anything, so long as it didn't harm him in any way, doctor was chomping-at-the-bit to get a look at this virus. He knew exactly how he'd go in, due to a sample given to him by the White Seeds of Trabia. They've been examining one of their infected cadets for days and still can't get a handle on it. The cadet unfortunately was put down. She became dangerous and more infectious, having infected two men examining her from her coughing in their faces.
Even with the mask over his face, you could see the extreme delight of the man's grin. He was going to have fun...
It was like something you'd see once in your entire life, because as common as looking at the sky was, it has never been done in such a massive quantity. Everyone, young and old, turned their eyes and tilted their heads in order to watch a massive storm cloud drift through the sky like a sheet exhibiting static electricity. The volts while so alike lightning in their appearance, seemed to be lacking in the thunder and threat of immediate death should a bolt hit you. The real question was, could a bolt hit. The clouds themselves seem to be getting struck.
'Come on, come oooon.' Zell provoked the Tram to Balamb to move faster.
He'd never seen whatever the hell that bank of clouds is, but he wasn't willing to take his chances that it was a simple case of rain. He has to be selfish and go home to check on his parents. His dad is home, so he at least knows that if chaos were going on he'd provide a pillar. But he needs to be there as well to provide another, for both. The martial artist is just glad that Balamb is a sister-island to the fishing town. And a grin broke out over his sharp features over seeing the island just a short distance away.
x x x
Rinoa had to admit it, that she's never experienced fear like this in all of her years as a Forest Owl nor her newly acquired life as a cadet then SeeD. It was raining- no pouring- monsters! She'd taken refuge inside an apartment building, and watched in horror from a sixth floor hall window as rain dropped from the sky and burst into an army. What kind of being could hold this type of power, to make monsters out of nothing? Or perhaps it wasn't as mysterious and they were bread from the vapors of the exterminated's blood.
She isn't alone, a few people who were waiting for the next Tram are trapped with her, some of them acting strangely. If not by repeating theirself with mantras for comfort, it's by not saying anything at all. Watching the monsters just barrelling about harming evev the inanimate, she knew this assault was meant for slaughter of all human inhabitants. Looking over her shoulder into the broken into apartment room, she wondered how long it'd be before they joined the herd...
"Ms. Trepe," was the last thing a cadet had said through panicked tone before his arms shifted violently into long aquatic claws, his mouth became a grotesque snout.
Looking around, she sees it's happening all over town. "Everyone get inside somewhere, the rain is carrying the infection!" She called over the roar of calamity.
Through screams everyone ducked for cover inside a nearby building. All but the unfortunate many who've been turned into monsters, and some larger, leaning more towards the Guardian Force realm. Those were the commanders. It seems that anyone whose been on the battle lines longer and has had more contact with a G.F. turned into the spirit.
It was happening everywhere. Everyone morphing and changing into something else. Everyone inside a Tram could only watch in horror at what was going on below them.
"The vents!" A passenger shouted as he pointed at the wet dropping in through the fan blades.
A woman yelped when the chopped droplets of water landed on her bare arm. Soon everyone onboard was in a panic. They saw what it was doing and now they're trapped with it.
"Stop rattling around!" Snapped the pilot, though he's panicked himself, and was already planning his escape route once he got the craft on the ground.
But it was too late, the man changed into a Torama and lunged at the nearest target, a sixteen year old who went down like a blade of grass under a mower blade. The small group of people on the Tram shrieked and crammed themselves to one side of the craft. The free of violence side. But not for long, another passenger was morphing as well. This one was much heavier.
"Aaahhh hhhhhaaaaa!" Screamed the pilot.
The sudden Ochu onboard weighed the craft on the back end, dragging it from the sky like a vacuum just opened up beneath them.
"We're gonna crash!"
As if that were news to all whom remained human during the dire situation that only seemed to be getting worse.
But not everyone thought it was chaos. Sorceress Azena laughed merrily at the destruction, the mayhem, and utter panic. It wouldn't be long before she spoke to the new world herself, calling them to her. From there they'd begin the building of a world without differences, a world where something new was embraced rather than feared. Her world.
Siren bobbed in the tank, in pain, drained of all energy and strength. Her link with Irvine gone. Her hopes of getting free dashed. She would die there, unable to stop the distruction that this mad woman has brought to the planet. Unable to use the machine from her end, she couldn't have stopped it just from want. She had to get out. But she's heavily guarded. And anytime she made a move this sorceress was on her and using the machine again as a means of punishing her revolt. It had been her idea to speak her own message when the machine was on, but her body was in so much pain each time that she could only be used as a projector.
The only satisfaction she got from the situation is that however the device worked it seemed to be a double-edged sword, because Azena was hurt by it as well. The woman just staggered from the device, though she's smiling.
"This is it, you know." Azena pants to the floor then looked back at the trapped spirit. "The beginning of the end. And tomorrow my spoils will..." She grunted in pain, then reached for a bottle of tincture handed to her by one of her minions.
"Why is it so important to create this new world?" Siren spoke to the woman in her tiny lilting voice. "I know humans that aren't like the ones who've hurt you. You can still stop this." She pleaded.
"My dear, Siren, it's already done. I need only to collect my pay."
"No! You can take it back!" She was sure of it. Or at least she hoped for it.
"Why do you protect people who've used you?" Azena asked in all seriousness. "You're in the same boat as I am. We've been used as weapons. Seen as weak where we're the ones who are strong. And I'm sure that if you were able to live amongst the humans you too would be ra..." Cutting herself off, she shook her head. "No. This is happening. You're the only force able to resist it, and if you don't fall in line... I will get rid of you as well."
"You would kill someone you someone you consider like yourself?" Siren rebuttled. "How is that unlike the humans, who also kill each other, and not often for survival..."
"Because you're like them in mind. I don't need human thinking in my world," and she walked closer to the machine. "I need beasts ready for a peaceful existence, a co-existence... undivided by class."
"Except for yourself." Spat the spirit.
"Confusion needs guidance. I'm the voice of calm and reason in a world created." Azena would not belittle herself as anything other than a God. But she would also not belittle her new world as anything that didn't need that God. "A guide to a better existence will lose its usefulness once everything has come together. Then there will be nothing but peace. And if something arises, there will not be panic because they will know whom to come to for a peaceful resolution."
"You're insane. And my friends will come for me." Siren declared.
Her statement was met with laughter as the sorceress and a few of her goons left the cave.
0 0 0
Hyland watched the commotion of the guards running about telling one another to man a station. What was going on? Scratching his head, he looked left then right then hid himself behind a pillar and waited for an opening to dart into Kait's room.
"The president's grandson is missing," one of the guards said to another in a quiet tone; not quiet enough to keep the hidden cadet from overhearing. "We have to find him before he gets hurt."
"More hurt than he already is?" Replied the other guard. "I'll check that way, you go outside."
'Kait's missing?' Walking into the room he checked around to see if there was any indication of which direction he could have gone. 'I wasn't outside for that long... So when did he go?'
Hyland jumped from start when something moved from beneath the bed.
"Now to get out of here," Kait gasped when seeing his rival standing a few feet away from his hiding place. Narrowing his eyes, he asked. "Didn't I tell you to beat it?"
"Yes. But I thought you might need something a little stronger than a normal palace guard watching your injured body," With a smug grin he added, "so I doubled-back."
Kait brushed the imaginary dust from his clothes, he just needed something to do. "I don't need help."
"You do, otherwise you wouldn't be hiding under the bed." Walking closer, he sighed seeing Kait take a step back. "Come on. I'm not the bad guy here, something is happening outside and you're in no shape to be dealing with it."
"I'm stronger than you." Glared Kait. But then Hyland's words sank in. "You said there's something going on? I figured as much with the guards bunching their boxers, but I can't figure out what it is?" Walking over to the window, he pulled it open. "Did something get into the city?"
'Aside from those new arrivals bringing the infection into town, of course not.' He sarcastically quipped. "I'm not sure, but I'm guessing the people who came in brought something with them, there seems to be a lock-down sounded. This place is gonna be a tomb in a minute, if you're planning on making an escape."
"I wasn't planning on escaping."
Confused, his rival asked. "Then what are you doing?"
"I don't know." Kait looked out the window. "I heard a woman's voice calling to me... She told me to come to her."
"Where?"
"I'm not sure. I feel as if I'd know once I left the palace, so I hid." Walking over to the window he looked out into the sky. "What's going on over there?"
Joining him, Hyland shook his head. "Not sure. We should go check it out."
"Stop being so nice, I'm not used to it." Comments the male. Looking at him, he then adds. "If we'd ever have any kind of friendship outside of hating each other, we have to maintain some type of normalcy."
"Friends?" The male repeats smugly.
"Are you gonna rat me out to the guards?"
"No."
"It's a start then... Come on," Kait threw his leg over the side of the open window. His legs dangled in the air before he let himself drop onto the grass below. Ducking out of the way in a hedge, he looked up at the window. "Come on." He hard whispered. But Hyland was nowhere in sight. 'If that creep's ratting on me...'
Three minutes later he spots the male walking out through the front door. Kait hissed a few 'ppssst psssts' to him. Hyland hurried over to his rival ducking into the bushes as well.
"What was that?" Kait asked with a shrug.
"I'm not on the run, I shouldn't have to jump out a second story window." He stuck his tongue out. "Now move your ass, Kinhart- whatever's going on we're missing it."
"I'll say we are," looking up Kait cocked a brow. "What's that sound?"
Listening, Hyland wondered the same thing himself. "Popcorn?"
"And what? Esthar is the popper?" Shaking his head, he added. "Don't be dumb."
"I'm not." He tilted his head back and looked a bit harder. "I think it's raining."
"Esthar is under a dome," Kait continued on towards the heliport, whether his unwanted companion was behind him or not.
But even from so far below it, the pair could tell that it was no ordinary rain and not an ordinary storm. The thunder sounded like growling, the lightning looked like balls attached to chains, big spikeless Morning Stars swinging about in the sky.
'And my dads are out there in that.' Kait mused sadly. 'There's gotta be some way I can help.'
The teens flew through the streets of the city with a need for secrecy because of all the patrollers brought in due to the increase of occupants. In cars, on foot. The flashing lights were everywhere and not aimlessly. Without use of the tubing system it would take a couple hours to get to the drop-off spot even if they do hurry.
x x x
Irvine, Squall, and Seifer noticed the strange storm and quickly used their shirts to cover the vents. They had to hold them in place without a means to pin them in place, but it was better than nothing. They couldn't afford to land right now, not when Centra was still a night's trip ahead of them. And the only other source of transportation was...
"We should land and take a train." Squall declared. "You said they were running, right?" To this he looked over at a very dazed, but alert, Seifer.
"A train, I said that 'A train was running'." Barked the former knight.
"Then we'll get dropped in a chocobo forest and ride in." Suggested the lion, sounding stir-crazy and a little claustrophobic. "I can't stand this pace anymore!"
"Calm down, Squall," Irvine commanded, "you're getting panicky."
"How'm I supposed to not panic, when we're not doing anything?" he snipped through his teeth. "Hyne... We should have seen this coming sooner. We were blinded by peaceful jobs of shipment guarding and fucking bald mumblers not creating too much concern."
Seifer snorted at the description of the worshippers, as they are 'bald mumblers'. The group that started out small, just a handful of people kidnapping women to try to infuse with magic, as their beloved sorceresses had been born or passed down to, grew into more. And their hunger became even more dire to have someone to bow down to and have lead them into a new world. Seifer can understand what Squall's saying when he said they should have done something sooner. Now that minor threat has found their victor. And they're all fucked trying to play keep up, from the spill-over.
'Hn. If only we had known ahead of time...' Snorts the pensive blond.
Then something dawned on him. Time compression. The engineers and magic scientists worked together to construct a machine and device that would close up the time warps. If they could construct as much to disarm those dangerous, unearthly, pieces of horror then they can construct something that will enable someone to use it for their own will. A sort of time machine. But could it work?
"Squall," Seifer said as a means to silence the banter between the wedded pair.
"What?" Came the snipped reply.
"The main machine to compress time is in Esthar, right?"
Face scrunched in a glare, he replied. "So what?"
"So if the main machine is there then everyone who can work on a reboot is there with it."
Brow quirked with wonder, Irvine nods when seeing where Seifer is going with this. But it's too crazy- isn't it? No one messes with time so easily. Not the displacement kind. Magics like Stop et cetera, those sorts of things are useable, understandable. But time travel? Has the knight been hit on the head too many times? Loosened something when transformed? Because there was just no way he actually thought it would work. And if it did work, he couldn't possibly think it would work safely.
"Seifer... You're not talkin' about?"
Seifer nodded to the semi-asked question. "Think about it. This bitch has got more than one up on us, we the front-line heroes are being effected too; it's not just the people while we fight the war." He looked between the pair, one understanding what he's saying; the other shaking his head as if to dispel nonsense from a child. "If we could go back in time, we could rid ourselves of this sorceress before she has even one foot out of the crib."
"We're not killing an innocent baby." Snapped Squall, knowing what it's like to raise an innocent baby.
"You know what I mean... It's a stretch because of preparation, but it could be possible if someone knew what they were doing."
"I hate to even risk it, but Seifer has a point. What if by the time we get there, the damage is thoroughly done?" Irvine looked at Squall pleading for him to chill out from his tension. "If we could go back in time,"
"We don't know where she came from."
"But if we could? We can spend the time searching for her... We can stop this from happening."
"And just how long do you think it takes to do something like that? Convert something from a ceal to a... what? I don't even know!" He shook his head looking as if another wave of pissed was going to come around.
"It doesn't hurt to ask." Irvine said quietly.
Sighing, Squall looked past his husband out the window beside him. Chaos was boiling over down there, and they weren't going to make it in time. And even if they did manage to find this woman, who was to say they won't be Guardian Forces on the spot. She's powerful. The sorceress's ace-in-the-hole.
"What choice do we have... Do it. Make the call."
"Glad you're onboard."
"Speaking of being onboard... Who's gonna operate it? Who's going back?" Squall shook his head, his pissed feeling are replaced with confusion through logic. "Time travel is dangerous, and unexplored. We could go back and see ourselves, then what?"
Seifer hadn't thought about that. Then what? It'd actually pretty kickin' to see himself. He's sure he and his past-self would be damned good friends. Hn. If he went back too far it'd be hilarious explaining to himself that he's with Dinky. Past him would never believe anything was there between himself and Chicken Wuss.
Squall watched the expression on Seifer's face changing as he did the configurations in his head. He hoped that's what he was doing, and he wasn't plodding something horrible to do to the past.
"We know the threat came from the desert," Irvine righted the derailing train. "We know the first place attacked was a small town called... Shit..." He closed his eyes and searched his memory, knowing he'd heard it from one of the girls, but it eluded him. "Selphie or Rinoa might know, they were there. So was Kait, come to think of it. But that can be the place to start looking. We never have to come across ourselves because what would we be doing near the place having no previous knowledge of it."
"It still won't... Kait! That's it!" Squall felt the wheels turning quickly in his mind, but he knew it would go by too fast if he were interrupted. "Kait's in Esthar with Sis'. Sis' can see into the past!"
"And you're thinking Ellone can use her ability to go back and stop this from happening?" Seifer asked.
"No. She can only see, not alter... Even if she knew who was doing this, we'd still need the message sent there so we can stop it before it starts." His fist clenched. "We need her help though, because she at least knows how to navigate around through time. With Ellone there won't be any mistakes..." He didn't want to add that it was only a hope of his that things would go smoothly. He isn't sure. "I'll call her and tell her what our plan is; she can relay the message to the men in the lab. If she can pull this off, even if we're losing we can still win in the end. No one in Esthar has been touched by the infection. Even this weird rain can't pierce the dome keeping the city protected."
Seifer and Irvine watched as Squall removed his phone. Their hopes raised as they thought about Squall's words. This really could work! Seifer should be commended for putting the idea out there. It was brilliant. This war can be won!
In Esthar. The guards have just left the president's sitting room, when the phone rang. Kiros picked it up for the bedridden president.
"Hello?" Came his accent down the line. "Squall? It's good of you to call and check up on your father and son but... Dr. Odine?" He listens carefully. "But if that's possible then whomever goes through the portal will be trapped in that time period without another portal to help them escape."
Kiros listened as Squall explained- or rather worked through an idea on the flt- about how the portal could just be reopened by the lab technicians once the deed is done.
"But it doesn't work that way. Squall," and he wanted to be as clear as possible about it. "If someone is sent back in time then this period won't exist, leaving no one to open the portal." He listens again. "I'm afraid not, it's too dangerous... It was a nice idea, but ultimately it's useless." The man's dark eyes look over to where Laguna's pet canary is chirping with the sounding alarm. "Perhaps there is a way. A sort of message-in-a-bottle scenario."
Kiros explained the idea in a few simple words: They'll send a Moomba with the message into the past. It will be a loss to the palace, but he's sure the creature would do anything for Laguna and his family. And he'd pass the message on to the specialist.
"What's that?" Blinking, he gave a dry laugh then said. "Laguna is sleeping peacefully, and your sister is... Around. Kait... Little Bird sort of... flew-the-coop." He spoke over Squall's and Irvine sudden shouting. "We're looking for him, and we're surely going to find him. He may have just gone out to stretch his back." He hoped.
x x x
Kait and Hyland remained in stealth mode as they slipped through the dark city. It was becoming a real scene around here, and they were both positive it had something to do with the infection. Esthar's people might not know that the monsters are people. Although they're not blind or ignorant, you just never know with people's attention spans. The broadcast was made and is stuck on repeat on six channels, surely they'd have seen it at least once. But the guards aren't as skilled as the cadets of a Garden. They need to be there.
"Duck." Hissed Hyland as another flashlight beam passed overhead.
With a hiss Kait did as he was instructed. Rubbing his lower back, he turned a glare on Hyland when he felt a spare hand there that wasn't his own. His rival only waed it off, uncaring whether Kait needed his help or wanted it.
"You good, Kinhart, I don't need you keeling over when this is your bungling plan we're executing."
"You can always leave." Informed the escapee over his shoulder; when the watch passed by he sped to another ducking, and remained there as Hyland crossed over next. "My back got wrecked, and the surgery is still a little fresh. It's nothing."
"'Nothing' is going to give us away."
Kait shook his head to disagree. He was right, something else gave them away. His phone. A pop song began playing out over the speaker, and in the distance the watchman heard and aimed his beam over at the road siding.
"Who's over there?" He called authoritively.
"What're the odds we can stay like this and he'll think he's off his rocker?" Joked Hyland knowing they were cooked. The watchman is heading right for them. And after the phone had stopped it started again.
Kait rolled his eyes, but upon seeing the number and name, he picked up. "Irvine, this is a bad time." He whispered quickly, while moving to another hiding place.
"I'll distract him." Hyland whispered into Kait's uncovered ear. The whispered to felt a shiver race up his spine. He's not used to whispering voices that don't belong to Leo or his parents. "I'm faster than you. I'll meet you at the heliport once I give him the slip."
Nodding, Kait continued on with the call.
"Alright," Hyland said while standing. "You caught me, I'll go along quietly." Then he bolted.
"Get back here!" The guard gave chase.
"Pop, I'm just heading to the..." Fuck. He couldn't tell him that. Irvine would never understand, just because he's a little injured doesn't mean he's a vegetable. "Movies. I got bored and wanted to see a movie, no strenuous work, just sitting and viewing." He nodded to affirm that it was a good lie to himself. "I didn't pick up at first because I was nervous you guys would yell at me. Tell dad I'm sorry, and not to worry." He explained why he ignored Squall's call.
Meanwhile somewhere in town. Hyland is well-hidden behind a parked shuttle bus, the guard has long since lost sight of him, now he only has to make it to the heliport. He felt like a mouse scurrying through a kitchen along the underside of a cabinet. He could tell that Kait was in pain, and he hoped the male wasn't in dire pain leaving him the one in trouble should something happen to the beloved teen. He wiped more than a heated sweat from his brow with the back of his forearm, Hyland wiped away his nerves. Looking both ways, he bolted this way and that making it to the heliport within two hours. Ten minutes later, Kait appeared.
"Does anything look suspicious?" He asked having shown up last.
"Aside from the fact that this place should be crawling with quarantines, but it's a ghost town?" Hyland replied sarcastically.
'That is strange... Where could everyone have gone? Did the Trams stop? Are the quarantine rooms filled up?' Kait scratched his head. "Let's go inside. Someone might know what's going on."
"Okay."
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"Fucking..." Zell trailed off when his Tram landed a few yards from Balamb Town.
The martial artist had not expected this. The whole town has been covered with ice. It looks like someone made Balamb a snowglobe. Looking at the sky as he steps out into the open area, he couldn't help thinking that it damn sure looked like a few years back when the planet was rocked by the Lunar Cry, and all the monsters being held in a capsule dropped from the sky into Esthar like a Hell's rain.
"Get us out of here!" A voice yelled from beyond the sheet of ice, bringing his attention back to his purpose.
"Help!"
'So it is a snow globe!' Zell hurried closer to the town entrance but there was an obstruction that skidded him to a stop. "Oof!" He voiced as he landed on his butt. Looking up to the top of the dome he spots a very frightening barricade. 'Sheva.'
Sheva isn't alone, down below is a gang of Glacial Eyes who have their infrared eye on him. He gave a dry laughed when the wriggling ice users aimed a beam at him all at once; rolling over backwards, he comes to a stand when his feet touch the grass and he breaks into a battle stance before charging the creatures first. A red glow of Haste sparkled around his body, as he broke into a series of punches as kicks with lightning speed.
Rinoa's got her hands full in Dollet as well.
"It hurts! Please help me!" Screamed a woman.
'I knew it wouldn't be easy.' Turning from her monitoring out the window at the chaos below.
It seemed she had to deal with chaos closer to home. Walking into the room where everyone has situated together, the first thing she sees is the small crowd gathered in a corner to poorly protect themselves from the lady across the room whose doing a great impression of someone trying to get out of a straight-jacket- and her skin is the jacket in which her bones are trying to flee. But what popped out of her skin wasn't what Rinoa had expected, instead of bone it was a long rusty sword jutting from the woman's hand.
"Everybody go down a floor!" Ordered the SeeD member. "I'll handle this." Poised for battle, she watched in horror as the woman's skin burst from her body like a bomb went off inide of her. Ignoring the splatter on her person, she launched into attack before the morphed woman could.
Her Blaster Edge weapon, the 'Thunder Storm' model, dropped four mace balls to the floor that rolled as if with a mind of their own towards the newly-made Forbidden. They coiled around the former woman exploding in a fury of crackles and ruptures, hence it's namesake 'Thunder Storm', because the explosions sound like thunder, followed by the wiring coiling around the target once the mace are gone, and Rinoa sends a jolt of electricity through the length shocking the entrapped.
The Forbidden, head thrown back and writhing, screeched in pain but it wasn't beat yet; aiming it's weapon at Rinoa it acted as a conduit to shoot a lightning bolt directly at her.
"Aaah!" She was blown back into the wall, the current present in her body as she tried to recover.
Shaking the pain from her head, she looked up in time to block the attack. Bringing up her forearm covered with the blaster, she's able to keep her skull from being split open though the force of the blow bashed her arm into her face. Splitting her legs splits the legs of the Forbidden knocking it to the wooden floor. Recovering to her feet, she aimed a Firaga blast at the creatures face burning it to a black char. If only that we enough.
Rinoa began changing her junction when seeing the monster doing an incantation, undoubtedly for Doom. She wasn't about to die when there were no means of coming back and no back-up present. She hoped all the other SeeDs and cadets assigned to this area took shelter as well, or she really will be up a creak. The spell repelled from her casted Reflect, but since the monster is immune, it did no good as a counter-measure. Another set of screams erupted from the town's people, but she couldn't worry about that directly with her current issue swiping at the air in her general direction.
"Close the window!" A man's voice shouted.
A tall, panicked man was trying to flee out the window. His fear became too great to stay inside, he thought they'd all change, and if he was to stand a chance of survival he'd have to get away from them.
The wind blew like a tornado blasting the infecting rain water in through the opening. Everyone trying to pull the man away from the window screamed as they were spattered with the rain knowing what it does to them. It was like a magic trick or a special effect in a movie the way they just popped into a new skin. A new existence.
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Selphie watched the cadets and commanders going by her room. She was seriously getting stir-crazy for something to do. But how could she help when she's this volatile. 'Now I know how Little Bird felt when he followed me and Rinoa to that desert village. I need to do something.'
The glass door sliding open frightened her out of her self-pummeling. Smiling she reached her arms out bringing in the person who'd opened his arms to her. Serge. He kissed her while murmuring sweetly into the lip-planted areas. And she responded with her own murmurs that she's doing ok, so far. Though the tightness of her embrace said otherwise.
"I was so scared, Pepper let me off to come here."
"How's Rinoa?" Selphie asked making room on the small bed.
"Rin's fine. She said she had it under control, and others are there to assist her if she doesn't." Serge replied. "I made sure of that." Another kiss was placed against the side of her head. "It's really busy around here, I almost couldn't find anyone to point me to where the room was. Thankfully a woman named Xu helped."
The two sat in a comfortable silence just holding each other for comfort from their nerves being so pricked that something had happened. Serge was the first to break it by reaching into his black satchel for his phone. Turning it on he handed it to Selphie.
"I already have a phone," she wiped her tears to chuckle at the picture her boyfriend has set for a background. It was from their summer festival when they shared a big Moogle made of cotton candy. Both of them had an ear in their mouth.
"Squall called me just twenty minutes before I arrived asking me to ask you where that desert town was that started the infection."
Selphie searched her memories then dialed Squall. But his line was busy. "Hm. He may be talking to Rinoa right now. She knows too." Looking out of the glass door she asked. "What's going on out there, no one will tell me anything."
"There's some strange rain out there... It's increased the output of monsters. I heard rumors that it's also creating them from people just by touch."
"No way!" That only made her want to spring into action more. But moving around was a hassle outside of going to the bathroom, she decidedly saved her energy for that, but she wriggled all the same to show her impatience to having to sit in patience.
"Easy, Sel'... We have to be careful... They also say that Siren has been speaking again, calling everyone who'd changed to go somewhere. But no one knows where that is, except of course the transmorphers."
'Hyne! This sucks!' She growled to herself. There's gotta be something she can do outside of sitting here. And how close to Centra are the others?
If she were with the others, than she'd be baring witness to the awesome, frightening sight or a sky filled with flying monsters. Aimed for Centra where their master waits with instruction, and aimed to wreak havoc and bring death.
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Commentary: Turns out there's one more chapter after this. I can't thank you all enough for reading this so well. No one reads anything unless it's love driven or heavily laced with sex, so to have to reading this means the world to me. Thank you. If there's any mistakes, sorry I'll fix them and change it when I come back to it.
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