Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Intensity ❯ Joy Ride ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter 4.

Back at the Balamb Garden; Irvine has gone into the basement where they now store records for assignments that came in. The new ones were on computer and the old ones had been moved to folders in the filing cabinets.

He walked past a wide spread of cabinets until he reached the computer section. 'Here we are.' He thought to himself sitting down and starting up the computer. 'Lets see-....' he suddenly looked shocked and read off. "Password, what the fuck is the password?" He wracked his brains a moment, he'd seen Squall come down here a million times and do this, 'Yeah, but he always made me stand ten feet away when he typed in the password.'

He tried thinking of all kinds of things that it might be if it were Squall's personal choice. "Bladeboy." Irvine said out loud as he typed. Incorrect. 'Shit.' He started typing again. "Cowboy?" Incorrect. 'Damn it.' He said again then closed his eyes picturing him type it out. 'I might not have seen what he pressed in between but I saw the first and last letters, all I have to do is fill in the blank....'

He sat there remembering the first letter was a 'W' and the last one was an 'R'. "Lets see, is it w-a-r?" He typed out and the screen flashed again with. Incorrect. 'He typed for a while so it can't be-......I know what it is!' He started pushing keys stretching the letter with each key he pushed. "Wwwhhhaateeveer." He smiled with satisfaction. "The pass word is, Whatever. Blade boy you're too predictable."

The screen flashed, Correct, and opened the files up to him. 'I hope it's in here. Seifer should have filed the report by now.' He thought typing in Squall Leonhart and Seifer Almasy mission for the week and a page came up.

Shepard Home Drug bust in Dollet.
Address: 25 Chatterton Dr.
Assignment: Stop men from dealing and secure the home

'He secured it all right, but now he's in trouble.' Irvine sighed and pushed print, then waited for the slip of paper to leave the machine. 'Don't you worry darlin', I'm gonna find out what happened to you and get you home before Thanksgiving dinner. I promise.' He took the sheet and stood up logging out from the computer and turning it off.

He stood from his seat and walked out of the room. 'All I need now is a car.' He said getting on the elevator. 'And I know just the one.' He grinned impishly as the elevator took him back to the first floor.

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Squall was driving lightly waiting to see other cars on the road but not many took a wooded road like this one. It was around 2:15 a.m and that meant only nuts were on the streets or people who happen to work late, and for Squall either one would do just as long as they called for help.

It had started raining during the night and now it was just a dewy mist keeping everything damp so even if Squall somehow fell behind he would be able to stay on the killers trail. A blue van went soaring past him, he immediately started honking the horn and flashing the lights but the driver went right on by.

'Ass hole, learn how to stop.' He drove a little faster and saw another car coming he started to honk and flash the lights again but still nothing.

'I'd like to know where we are,' he thought to himself blankly a moment and then felt that weird buzzing start in the back of his head again. 'No, not now.' He closed his eyes feeling the sleep take him over.

The weight of his sleep pushed his foot down on the pedal a little harder as the dream began to open up again. "Chyna! Chyna! I'm goin' get you girl where are ya?" It was the same man as before calling the girls name sounding rather upset.

A door opened to a room and the mother walked in looking up on top of a high built dresser. "You can't stay up there forever Chyna, he's gonna get you for the pebble in his ass." She was saying.

'What pebble?' Squall thought hearing honking sounds from cars in the distant part of his mind that never slept.

"If anyone's gonna stop that neighborhood slut it's goin' be him, so don't make me tell you again. Now get down from there...." The little girl didn't budge she just held the sling shot in her hand chanting to herself.

"Untouched and Alive."

When Squall was coming back to earth he saw a car coming right for him, he shook the sleep away and sped up spinning the car side ways in front of the on coming one. With a quick slam of the breaks the car managed to stop before smashing directly into the side he was on. An elderly woman around 30 something, popped her head out of the window as Squall got completely out of his car and ran to her car.

"Young man, what in the world is wrong with you?" She asked stepping out of the car.

"The man in the big metal RV you passed him maybe a while ago-..." He was saying and she cut him off adding. "That big clunky thing? What about it?"

"Call the police ma'am or better call Balamb Garden and hurry up he's gonna get away." He felt the sides of his pants and then his jacket pockets swearing lowly to himself. "I don't have any paper or anything," he mumbled and went back to the car with her following closely.

"I know- I know what you must be going through," she started saying while he bent in through the window searching the car for a pen and paper. "you're alone for the holidays aren't you?"

He looked back at her as if asking, 'what in the world are you talking about?' but she went on. "You can stay with myyy family and we'll get you out of this cold weather and into a nice warm-..." She held his side pulling him from out of the window and turned him around placing an arm around his shoulders.

"Lets go sweetie, what's you're name by the way?" She asked going over to her car but he pulled away from her shaking his head.

"No, I can't go with you I have to go stop that guy he killed a whole family that's why I need you to call the police, he's got Chyna!" He shouted as he was nearing his car but the woman kept blankly talking to him.

"You're hysterical honey, you really should be-..." but his car was started up already and she got into hers starting it too then remembered she never got his name. "What's you're name son?!" She shouted and he called out the window driving away.

"It's Squall!" With that he was nearly out of her vision. Squall pushed that car faster than any car should go and hoped to have a cop on his tail but with wood blocked roads like these the chances were slim. 'The RV!' He said to himself seeing the butt of the car up ahead.

The killer was inside eating a candy bar and started laughing to himself remembering his events of the day. "Ahahahaha." When he remembered raping Laura he took another bite laughing harder. The gas station was fun for him as well and he laughed as high pitched as the opera singer had gotten right then. He would have kept on laughing if he didn't see the lights on Squalls car pulling in close behind him.

Squall's little car was speeding up behind his. "Who are you, huh?" He watched him for a little while then turned his eyes back to the road. Squall's car was snaking up the side of the RV at top speed and the man looked in the side view mirror again as he got closer then he tried down casting his vision to who was in the car but the little vehicle was moving too quickly. "-Looot of psycho's we got around here." He said to himself watching the bumper of Squall's car drive away into the mist and disappear.

'I can't exactly follow the guy to his home like this...' He thought making up a new plan. 'I have to get back inside the RV.' He felt the car slowing down around him and he glanced at the gas gauge. 'Out of gas.' He acknowledged and swerved the car side ways to a stop

and jumped out running off into the woods.

The commander hid behind a thick bodied tree covered in moss and mildew and he looked over his shoulder around the tree to see when the RV was coming.

'If this guy's as sick as I think he is, the idea of someone in an accident should excite him out of the car to see if I'm still in there and when he does...bang.'

He adjusted the gun in his grip and held it up when he heard the sliding of tires on the wet road. He breathed in and out hard watching his own breath disintegrate in front of him back and fourth. He shot a glance to where the RV had parked on the road and saw the man getting out- again from the passengers side. The door was left swinging open and Squall saw his chance when the killer was at his decoy car to get back inside but he decided, instead, to kill him right then and there.

He turned himself around to face the road to get a better angle and aimed when he saw the man looking around at the road then at the woods to see if he could see the accident victims anywhere around.

'You aren't gonna find anyone buddy, so move over a little to the left and you won't have a thing in the world to worry about.' The guy did move to the left but then he got inside the car instead. 'What is he doing?' Squall wondered watching him sniff deeply on the steering wheel.

When he came back out after searching the car he grabbed the door and started pushing it out of the way of his own car. '-'bout time.' He thought and aimed again, but there was a faint panting sound beside him. Squall turned his vision slowly to his left and saw a pack of wolves standing in front of him, big, white, and beautiful. He and the lead wolf stared each other in the eyes and Squall slid his middle finger into his mouth sliding the left glove from his hand.

The wolf moved to him a little and Squall held his hand out to it, the animal seemed a little cautious but walked over and sniffed his hand then began to lick it, when Squall broke his gaze with it the animal and it's pack walked away from him. The commander blinked back to life and went around the other side of the tree towards the RV. He slipped through the opened door having his foot shut it when it banged against it slightly as he climbed in. He quickly began looking around for some identification so when the police came, if the man lied about it, he could give them the truth.

There was a little hatch hide away in the front where you could keep change and things along with an ash tray and Squall found exactly what he was looking for.

Edgeler Vestdemon,
Street 2-

He heard the man whistling and then little door of the compartment fell onto the paper. 'Shit.' He said pulling at it, but it just ripped. 'Damn it.' He thought lifting the hatch door again planning to put it back but a gust of wind came up from the window and blew it out into the street. Squall hadn't noticed because he still had the top slip of the paper running to the back with Laura and closing the door. The guy was outside nearing his vehicle after pushing Squall's car into the dense woods. The pack of wolves stopped and watched him as he neared his RV.

They growled lowly in their throats at him and he stared as if he were paralyzed then he smiled pointing a finger at them gesturing taking a shot and they ran off. When the killer turned around to get back inside of his vehicle he noticed that the door was shut. He looked back in the direction the wolves went then got inside closing the door.

Edgeler sat in his seat on the drivers side and when he adjusted the rear view mirror he noticed something strange. Wet foot prints leading to the back and right into the little bed room. He got up from the seat and followed them reaching out for the door knob but he pulled his hand back smiling then returned to the front starting up the car and driving away.