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Still using other people�s characters, still making no
money.

Thank you all for the reviews and the encouragement. I
hope I can meet you expectations.

Now the real fun begins. Non-con, violence and I hope
,eventually something really scary.

rev�e�nant (rv-nnt) n.
1) One that returns after a lengthy absence. 2) One who returns after death.

Chapter 4

{Squall}

Warmed by body heat and lulled by
the scent and light of Irvine�s seduction candles, I found myself relaxing.
When I woke up, I was more surprised by the fact that I had been asleep than I
was by finding Seifer�s body over me.

Or was I still dreaming? On either
side of us Zell and Irvine slept on. They muttered and twitched like they were
fighting in their sleep.

Everywhere Seifer touched me
burned, but I couldn�t decide if it was with heat or intense cold. He leaned
down and kissed me, pressing my lips against my teeth, pushing his teeth into
sensitive flesh. When he withdrew my mouth felt swollen and bruised.

Seifer took both my wrists in one
hand and forced my arms over my head. He nipped up the undersides, drawing
blood more than once. I knew something was wrong, Seifer would never hurt me
like this, but I couldn�t make myself do anything about it. The dream had too
firm a hold on me, or perhaps I was simply too astonished to react.

I could feel blood trickling down
my arms and taste it on my lips. I was not sure if it were my own or his� or
someone, something else�s. Seifer reeked of it; even his sweat, and when
he rocked himself forward from his position between my legs, his hard cock left
a shiny trail of ruby red precum across my belly, a mark of claiming.

I screamed, more from the horror
of it than the pain of Seifer thrusting into me. Zell thrashed violently and
then lay still. Irvine whispered my name.

I felt myself splitting and ripping to make way for Seifer. My own
blood was burning me now, leaving silver white scars on my flesh. I knew Seifer
was close and that when he did climax, he�d spill blood instead of seed into
me.

I kept screaming.

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{Seifer}

I woke up on top of Squall. Hyne,
what had I done?? It was Ultimecia all over again, waking up and the real
nightmare, dealing with the consequences of my actions, just beginning.

�Squall?� I said, trying to put a
heart�s worth of questions in one word. My voice croaked like an elderly crow.

�It�s all right,� He soothed. �I�m
fine, it�s fine.� Squall opened his eyes and I swear I saw flies walking on
their dead surfaces. He smiled at me, his teeth stained red with blood. �In
fact, it�s terrific.�

I rolled off him and reached for
my pants. Whatever was coming next, it wasn�t going to be pretty, and there was
no point in distracting the others by showing my superiority. Squall rose with
his usual careless grace, taking a blanket with him and wearing it like a
shroud. He made an absentminded gesture, releasing the others from the spell
that held them.

Oh, this was going to be bad.

Zell was on his feet before he was
fully awake, looking for a target. He looked around, tousled and bemused.
�What�s going on?�

Irvine woke up with a start,
moving to lie on his back. �Nightmare,� he whispered, but I don�t know if it
was an explanation or reassurance.

I zipped up the fly of my pants, trying to watch all three of them
and still be my cool casual self.

�Seifer raped me,� Squall accused.
He drew back the blanket like a theatre curtain and let it drop, a dramatic
showing of all the bites, bruises, and Oh, Hyne, still trickling blood.

I saw Zell�s slight shift in
balance, but was too slow to block the back circle kick. They watched me go
down, and didn�t see what I did � Squall�s cold little bloodstained smile.

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{Irvine)

I was having hellacious
nightmares, the kind where the chocobo droppings fly straight into the whirling
blades and I was helpless to stop it. Wait, that was reality. The nightmare had
been about Seifer turning cannibal and eating us all. And not in the fun way. I
was starting to feel certain nostalgia for it; at least in the dream I knew
what the hells was going on.

I forget, sometimes, that we have
weapons, but Zell is a weapon, and I guess Squall pulled his trigger.
And again, not in the fun way.

Seifer dropped like a sack of wet
shit. I looked over at him, to see if he was still breathing, and then up at
Zell and Squall. �Tell me one of you knows what just happened. Lie to me if you
must.�

Zell turned to Squall. �You ok,
Baby? Shit, you�re bleeding!� His eyes cut back to Seifer, ready to hit him
again. . Another thing people forget about Zell � he�s got a temper and when he
focuses it, once he gets started, he�s damn near unstoppable. So I got in the way just in case Zell
decided to mash Seifer�s melon into a pancake with one of his axe kicks, and
took the opportunity to make sure Seifer wasn�t going to die on us. After all,
we could always kill him later, but I wasn�t carrying any Phoenix Down.

Squall slithered into his still
damp leather pants, a sight under normal circumstances I would buy tickets to
see. �It�s almost midnight,� he said, like nothing had happened. �Get ready.�

We scrambled for our clothes and
gear; had we really slept that long? I could see Zell waking up, becoming more
alert, although how he does that without coffee is a mystery to me.

�What about Seifer?� I asked.

�He was acting funny all night,�
Zell said hesitantly, like he was ashamed to excuse what had no excuse, but
fairness forced it out. �Stay with him, but tie him up. Just in case.�

�Whatever,� Squall shrugged. He
turned and did that weird spell-snatching thing on Seifer. I guess I should
have thought of that, a lot of spells can be cast even if your arms are tied.
Squall threw a few of his extra belts at me. �Make sure he doesn�t go
anywhere.� He gathered up the last of the lightsticks and swept out into the
hall.

Zell hesitated at the door.
�Something�s not right,� he offered.

�I know,� I said. �Watch him.
Watch yourself.�

I got a sharp-toothed grin.
�Always a pleasure to watch him, Baby!� Zell bounced out to join Squall.

As soon as they were gone I
trussed Seifer up like a Yule turkey. Then I poured a potion over his head to
wake him up.

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{Seifer}

�Fuck,� I said. I must have liked
the sound of it, because I found myself repeating it a few more times. I tried
to sit up and found I couldn�t. �Is it Bondage Night again already?�

�You just stay where you are. I
have a headache and the noise from shootin� you will just piss me off.�

Sure, I get kicked in the bean by
the Chocobo Kid and Irvine has a headache? I spent a few moments
considering the injustice of it all. And trying, subtly, to get away. No luck
there and a quick inner scan told me I was spell free, too. Great. To cap my night off, maybe I�ll have an
aneurysm or something. All things
considered � it sounded better than what probably really was going to
happen.

I looked around, hunting for
options. Puke green light trickled in from the hall and with a little judicious
wiggling, I could see Irvine crouched by the open door, Exeter across his
knees.

�I don�t know what the seven sandy
hells is going on, Seifer, but if you have an explanation, I�d love to hear
it.�

Reluctantly, I admitted, �It got him. Irv, Zell is in danger. Get
his ass back in here, away from Squall.�

�It what? Seif, no offense, but
you�ve been acting crazier than a cat at a catnip convention.� He tipped his
head, listening to Squall and Zell converse softly outside. Irvine pouted
beautifully and grumbled something about some people having all the luck, which
meant Squall was hitting on Zell or vice versa and neither was good news right
now.

�It! The ghost! Hynedammit, it
used me to transfer itself to Squall. It wants its sacrifice! It needs blood
for power!� I hissed at Irvine, afraid of what would happen if Squall overheard
and realized I was awake.

Irvine took the hint and lowered his voice, although his
eyes kept straying once we heard the pop of a snap and a soft nervous
chickewuss laugh drift in from the hall. �Used you? How did it get you?� One
thing I loved about Irvine, he may not believe you, but he was always willing
to play along. Or around. Actually, that was most of what I loved about Irvine,
that and those long legs.

�It�s had me since I was 10 years
old! I thought I had it under control, but when Ulti summoned me, I lost it and
it went back here, to its dormant spot. I think its key is in the walls of that
bathroom. When it got the kid to cut his wrists, that fed it enough so it could
reach out and grab me again. Now it has Squall.� I rolled to my back, the picture of defeat,
and tried to get leverage to stretch the belts holding me enough to escape. .
That also put me in good position to see what had been distracting Irvine,
namely, a mirror. I met his reflection�s eyes, trying to convince him of the
importance of what I had to say. �Think
of it, Kinneas. It feeds on blood. Squall is the commander of SeeD.
B-Garden is totally mobile. Do the math.�

�Hyne� I hate this! Give me
something I can shoot!� Irvine got to his feet but stumbled away from the wall
when something solid hit it with a whump.

The mirror was angled so the
Irvine could watch me and the boys in the hall at the same time. I squirmed
over so I could better share the view, catching just the edge of Zell�s arm as
he gestured. The whump must have been Squall.

�Shit! That hurt, Squall!
Shit! I�m bleeding! What�s gotten into you?�

Squall�s answer was to cast
Firaga, which Zell just barely dodged.

Irvine yelped and charged for the
door, Exeter in hand.

�Kinneas! No!�

Irvine hesitated and I pressed my
advantage. �What are you going to do? Shoot him? Untie me.�

In the hallway, Squall cast
Blizaga. Zell sucked damage and retaliated with Stop. That never works; Squall
is junctioned to the max against status effects. I guess the Chickie just
doesn�t have my experience and expertise with attacking The Great Leonhart.

Irvine made a frustrated noise and
flattened against the wall. With his ass out of the doorway, we both had a
clear view of what was going on out in the hall.

Barely stunned by the Stop spell,
Squall stepped forward and cast Aero, blowing Zell back against the wall. His
shoulder hit the lighting control panel and hands made from blue sparks reached
out and grabbed him. Zell thrashed in a disturbingly familiar way. St.Elmo�s
fire licked and danced all over the Chickie and spread like a bad smell up the
hall towards Squall , who just stood, his calculating cold eyes silver in the
crackling light He was smiling again, that faint, blood smeared smile of
satisfaction..

Quez can protect from electrical
attacks, since it�s her element. I guess that�s why Zell decided to summon her.

�Oh, fuck, no,� I moaned. Irvine
glanced at me, anguish in his pansy colored eyes. He didn�t know which one to
shoot. I shook my head. �Cut me loose, Irvy.� We had to get out of there before
anguish became despair and brought Its attention back to us.

Warm yellow and green light flowed
and formed into Quezacotl. She spread her flowery wings and the sparks reversed
their flow, tumbling back like water towards her. With a flash, Quez and the
electrical hands vanished.

Blinking away the afterglow of the
flash and trying to peer into the darkness, I managed to confirm my worst
fears.

Zell was gone.
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