Past Hauntings

Past Hauntings
By Dora Cianfarra
Chapter 8

Several shots of various drinks were sitting on the counter as Tifa shook her head at the two drunks…This night was going down for the records of Vincent being speech impaired and Reeve was physically impaired. Vincent had said more tonight than any other but unfortunately most of it was mumbled. Reeve kept falling off his seat because he found it funny most of the time. He had never ever seen this man next to him let loose. Why now of all times…something had changed but what would have to wait when he was sober. His derriere was sore from all those falls; it was time to go visit their mutual friend.

“Hey Vince, I think we should leave now or else we are going to miss the visiting hours?” Reeve gave him a side glance to see him better. Vince’s face was smooched to the counter, “ I thhhk II ddrk toooo much. Nev-er agggain, yup let’s go” he got up and helped Reeve from the floor, oh man, had to get his bearings if they going to leave this place.

“Hey guys!” ,called out Tifa, ”I’ll send you someone with car to get you there, hold on”
Tifa called down Cloud. He was not whatsoever happy to be pulled out his bed. Cloud’s eyes fell onto the odd pair and had to hold in his giggles, at least he had finally found something on Vincent to tease him about or maybe….blackmail. Well the night was not all rot. Cloud herded the men to car.

Vincent spun to the side and heaved out his spew. Ooh, Cloud was glad it would not be him in the morning, vomiting half his bodyweight. Passed some wipes and waited for everyone to settle in the car. Off they drove to the hospital…maybe he would drive around a few rounds before they got there. Maybe it would help them clear their heads a little.

The henchmen who were handling the dead weight of Rufus, were searching for the scanner and rope they would need to find the tracking chip and to bound Rufus’s body. Old male named Brad turned to the younger partner, Conner, “ Where the fuck did you put the scanner?”

Conner gripped the body tighter as he rubbed himself against Rufus before he shoved the body in the trunk, “I put in the bag, the one you had in your hands. I bet you left it in the bathroom before we left.” The old man smack his forehead at the big screw up, “Damn fuck, let’s rush back and get this done or we are going to have the whole Shinra Corp. looking for our asses” They both slammed the doors as they rushed off to back to their lair.

Lylo, at security central, stood in front one of many screens and noted that the tracking chip for their president had been moving. He quickly made a call to Rude. “Hey Rude…” Lylo backed away from the phone as the background noises inflicted pain to his ear. “Lylo, what s’up?” Rude voice quivered as Reno smiled and teased a nipple as he played his hands on Rude’s rounded cheeks.“Wait sec…Reno we gotta go it’s Central calling, I need to take this outside”

Reno’s pouting lips lured Rude to lock lip until they walked out the doors of the club. “What’s wrong, Lylo?” Reno slid his hand down to Rude’s crotch as his tongue buttered his ear. Rude was breathing away from the phone as he listened, “It’s Boss, did you drop him off at the residence?” Rude grabbed Reno’s hand to stop him. “Yeah, why?” Reno stopped for a bit to listen with Rude. “Because his tracker is moving from where you left him. Go check it out. I’ll keep monitoring it. Lylo out”

Reno barely heard their talk and demanded to know, “What s’up?” “Rufus’s tracker is moving, there’s trouble, go, go, get the car” Rude and Reno sped to their car and were off. Reno’s eyes grew wide as the worried lines marred Rude’s face. Rude placed the police (flasher?) on the roof of the car. He pushed the pedal to the floor. Contemplating the grim situation at hand, he blamed himself for not completing his duties as bodyguard as he should.

He should have made sure to have brought Rufus into the house and made sure that all the areas in the house were cleared of danger. Even though it was at the insistence of the boss to leave him, he should have defied his order to guard him better and direct Rufus into his home and leave with a clear mind. Now this was impossible, the urge to bang his head on the steering wheel was so great but he couldn’t cause another ‘faux pas’ his boss needed him. {Damn, Damn, Damn fuck….breathe…breathe…calm down…it’s not going to help him.}

He got back on the phone, “Hey, Lylo! Get Valentine on the line. He needs to know. “There was silence…something had gone wrong …so wrong, “Hey Lylo…tell me what’s wrong” asking in a grim voice. “Sorry Rude but we’ve lost connection.” Lylo’s dreaded voice was too creepy to take in. “What!!! FUCK!!!! What was the last known location?” Lylo sent him the coordinates and the race was on, maybe they might find a clue while the lead was still hot.

Rufus eyes were closed. He became conscious when the pain in his strained arms and neck? woke him up. The sounds of laughter and smells of cigars were slowly bringing awareness of world he did not want to be part of. He tried to relieve the strain in arms but realized his legs were also restrained. The shivers on his skin made him realize he was naked. Why would his neck throb more so painfully than any other part at the moment {oh no…that’s where ….damn damn damn…my tracking chip, they found it}.

“Oh the Shinra man has decided to wake up from his beauty sleep, heh” A man sat in throne like chair about 20 feet away. He was dressed in red and black suit; with bleach-white short hair and red sidings. He had a cigar in right hand and he sported a tattoo on his left one. “Hello pretty. You can call me Spades. You must be wondering why you are here? Hmmh, my boys tell me that two of highly regarded members have been eliminated. You‘re aware that there are consequences for those actions-“

“Like the consequences followed by the actions of the dead? Yeah…I see your logic” Rufus knew what was next. “Your friend Valentine may have saved the world but it doesn’t give him right to kill.” Rufus was starting to freeze exposed to warehouse atmosphere’s humidity and cool temperatures. It had rained for more than a day; cooler temperatures were drafted over his naked skin. He contained his shivers as he answered, “Well, your men touched one of our own and you paid the consequences as you heard.”

Spades looked onto Rufus face “Yeah, I heard but I also know ‘eye for an eye’ is also in my book. I look forward to your slow death and there will be no rescue for you Mr. Shinra, we have removed the chip.” Rufus held his eyes straight, {so this is payback} he kept his silence. He knew there was going to be price to pay and it fell on him to pay it as it should be… Rufus was saddened that last thought of Vincent was desperate need to have a last kiss from him.

By the time they reached to Cid’s room both were looking sort of green. “Cid is still asleep. Shhh, we need to be quiet.” Vince help drag Reeve into a chair before peered over his friend. He felt a hand slamming on his person. Vincent regarding the offending hand and glowered at the owner, “What’s your problem?” he whispered at an unfocused Reeve.

Reeve stared at Cid, “He’s MINE” in a whispered hush. “Since when?” Vincent staggered aside as Reeve pushed him, “I don’t know” Reeve rubbed his red face. How can he possibly know when it started, right now his plastered mind could not add 2+2. (duh 4) “ D-Don’t.. you d-dare.. touch him…you.. go back to your own prob-problem.” {oh yuk do I sound girly or what?!}

Reeve locked eyes with Vincent as to give the meaning that he wanted the responsibility to take care of Cid. “What pro-b-lem are you talking ab-bout?” Vince kept questioning eyes on Reeve as he removed the hand. Reeve tired of talking, got to the point, “Rufus” he smiled evilly. Wide spread eyes bore down on Reeve, “D-Do not t-tell me w-whaat to do. He will be aslee…eep by now.” “Sooo go w-wake him up!” Reeve giving him a sluggish leer then shushing with the finger as he got up and got closer to Cid. {The meds were still working good}

He turned around and began to push back Vincent out the door…Vincent was smiling at his friend, Reeve…he guessed Cid was in better hands than him. Maybe he should go visit Rufus, a small smile spread gingerly across his face. Reeve pulled the chair close to the bed as he looked on Cid’s calm face. {How long would he be like that?} Reeve looked down to the hands that built planes.

It was hard to swallow the site of those bandages on Cid’s wrists. He opened up a palm and brushed it with a soft kiss. He rubbed gently the back of hand and gave another gentle kiss. Reeve knew it would take a long road to recovery. He planned to be by his side if Cid would allow it. Reeve placed his cheek in the palm as he cradled the arm with his. It was not fair, that only now, was he aware how Cid was the missing puzzle in his life.

Men spent most of their time engaging and rarely thinking…only when the person’s gone missing…do men get hit hard. Reeve almost lost him too. He thanked Vince and the heavens for this piece of luck but now all he wanted- no needed was for Cid to need him.

Vincent landed silently onto Rufus’s balcony. The door was ajar; there was no real danger when living in penthouse of a high-rise. He stepped inside and slowly made his way to the bedroom. Then he walked into the bathroom or kitchen then the living room. {Where in hell is he?}

What had been bothering him had come to pass and he was not able to prevent it. His insides were tightening with tension. His cell phone peeped, “Mr. Valentine, it’s Lylo from Central, Mr. Shinra’s tracker has been moving since Rude left him, but sadly we lost him. Rude wants you to join him in the last location, sir” “I’m on it, Lylo” his eyes closed to see the last image of Rufus as his claw pierced him when he fisted with anger. “Lylo out.” Vincent got the last coordinates and fled the place to join Rude.

Rufus’s body strained against the chains as more of whipped lashes rained upon him. His mind revisited the memory of Vincent’s punishment. He was no longer the boy but Vincent, enduring the punishment that was meant to teach him his valuable lesson for his misconduct. He was the reason for Vincent’s tortured existence. If he hadn’t been a brat and forced Vincent loyalty against his father’s…Vincent would have never been brain washed or reassigned to her.

He was the reason to Vincent’s doom…so each slash was redemption to the past haunting of his heart. He was finally allowed to repay his debt to Vincent. . He also knew his body was going into shock when the shakes began. He kept his mind focused on his soul, as each slash was another mark of paid debt. The sharp steel elements of the whip were removing his skin in slow succession. Spades was not impressed with the little shit, he barely moaned to the lashes…like martyr.

“Hey Conner, add the damn vinegar now, we don’t want him to get infected or fevered do we?” “Hey boss, can I fuck him now?” Conner was ready with the spray bottle as he rubbed his leather studded prick in tandem with the lashes. “You fucking idiot, you know I take him first.” Spades got up and walked up to Rufus. “That face is too pretty, let’s color it a bit. His eyes look like a cat, maybe a tiger would suit him…they have stripes don’t they. Yes three lovely stripes on each side. I want to see his lovely face covered in red.” Old man Brad gave him the slicer (10 inch blade with a jeweled white handle).

Rufus was too distraught by the pain to give any more resistance as Spades grabbed for his face. Spades took one side of Rufus and sliced him three lines. Then turned to other cheek and gave him three more slices. “There… now that’s more like it. Now I’m gonna fuck that face as you guys take him but I want dibs in breaking him first…not much into old ones.. I like mine young. A hole is hole young or old.”

Then Spades went around him, placed his hands on the hips and lunged into him with eager mirth. “Aaah that feels good and tight. Blood feels nice and warm…an added touch would be to see his face as we fuck him…I want that now. Okay boys, your turn.” Spades went back to Rufus’s mouth with his bloody dick and shoved it back in. Conner laid in his leathered one into Rufus and began ramming him. The studs were tearing him in ribbons as the vinegar stung his back. He choked on his bile while his screams were being smothered by Spades pounding into him.

His salted tears made a path, through the blood on his face,turning wounds into a blazing burn. “Hey Conner, I’m ready to explode but I want the final scream. Hey Brad, you’ll get to do him after we’re are done…aaah huum but I don’t feel like seeing your fucking hairy ass, ahh argh I don’t want to puke at this sweet, sweet, moment. So give Conner the salt and give me some too.” Old man blushed and brought over the ingredient and watched the show as he pumped his meat.

Rufus was barely conscious to hear what was being said. All that changed when an excruciating pain gripped his already wretched body. He screeched and yelled until he passed out as Spades’s load shot up in him and Conner screamed his result. Spades cleaned up as saw the time on his watch.

“Fuck, I’m going to be late with my date tonight. Finish it up boys and leave no clues or it’s your asses.” Cleaned and re-clothed he left the building with his chauffer waiting for him. The old man was close to erupting but he wanted the feel of the body. He took his turn to fuck the body and came.

Rude had been waiting less than five minutes when Vincent joined him. Rude saw the glow turn flame colored eyes as Vincent approached. “Hey, Vincent! We searched the place and all there is blood found in the parking lot. They have taken him elsewhere. We can’t tell where they gone…it’s going to take hours to search all these warehouses.”

Rude’s grave voice hinted at the failure to do his job. Reno’s downcast eyes displayed his. Vincent held in his grievances because his system was way beyond alarmed and Chaos wanted audience. {Let me find him…my awareness scent is more sensitive. I’ll follow the blood scent.. Ya I know like a mutt but is there anything better?} Vincent let go of the reins to Chaos.

Rude and Reno backed up to allow the change and stood still until Chaos left the area. Reno snuggled closer to Rude, “I hope it’s not too late.” Rude grabbed him and held him tight as terror took root in his heart along with guilt. “So do I.”

Conner cleaned up the floor around the area and bagged the man. Conner called Brad to help him to put in the truck. They were going to dump it in the river. The bag was settled in the back and the men started the car. Brad was trying to see what had held up the move as swiveled his head to the rear to see two gold eyes fixating on him.

Chaos was holding on to the bottom of car as the wheels spun. It was pointless to gas it anymore, they weren’t going anywhere. Chaos eyes flew to the bag and shrieked his outrage. Tearing it open with its claws…tears were flowing as he gathered Rufus’s body…more shrieks terrorized the men in the car. Chaos stopped to sense if the man still breathed.

It was very shallow; he thrust his wings up and took flight to the hospital. Mere moments away from the doors…Rufus stopped breathing. Chaos flew past the emergency doors, past the nurse’s station to the OR; doctors saw and lead him to next available room. “He is not breathing” he bellowed “Please hurry” was his cry.

Doctors and nurses flew into action and tried bring back his breathing with CPR until the paddles to revive him was laid on his bloody chest. The first charge went through- no response, on the second charge-heart was revived. Chaos was baring teeth and seething with revenge.

Inner turmoil begging to be released, he left as his wings took flight into the night skies, where he howled into the stars his anguish. His bellows were heard throughout the land as the tremors began riding his body.

His mind was a swirling mess. A jumble of rage, sorrow, and confusion but there was something else going on in the back of his mind. Where forgotten and slumbering memories were stored, doors that had been long locked and barred, burst open.

The flood gate was broken beyond any repair and now he saw it. Saw it all, new and consuming. His forgotten, forbidden past flooded over him like a tidal wave knocking his breath from his chest and leaving him reeling.

The feel, the sight of his lips engaged, pressing against Rufus’s, tongues battling for dominance within the blonde’s mouth, fingers kneading at Rufus’s shoulders, the blonde’s fingers tugging at his own dark tresses. The feel of hips, grinding as they pressed together, arching, writhing. Their bodies intertwined as he watched the blonde’s face flushed with heat and color. Young Rufus screaming his release as he went limp, sated and at peace, in Vincent‘s arms.

He could see Rufus looking up at him, a horrified look fixed on his features as he was forced to stand there and bear witness to the punishment that was meant for him.... Their vile argument that made Rufus leave his protection.... The drag racing that led Rufus into jail.... Then the father who had to bail Rufus out... Vincent took the blame onto himself for losing his charge and begged for the punishment instead of his son.... Rufus would be forced to acknowledge that whatever happened now was because of him.

Vincent could feel the sting of the lashes digging deep into his back, causing blinding pain. His back arched and muscles spasmed with every painful lick of fire from the leather biting into his flesh. He did his best to try not to cry out in pain; his eyes focusing on the young blonde’s tear stained face, needing the reminder of why he couldn’t cry out, why this was worth every moment of pain it brought.
Ah, and just as he thought the punishment was over, white lab coated figures placed him on gurney and was sent over to the labs to continue the second part of the torture. They came at him, wielding their sharp and painful looking instruments with their sadistic smiles. They poked and prodded his already marred and bloodied flesh, adding more to the anguish already suffered.

The nightmare never ended as Hojo forced himself into Vincent’s body. Slamming into that unwilling frame, over and over as he raped him while he was prone on that cold steel table, helpless, and too weak to do anything but cry out in a hoarse voice, ‘til he passed out.

His last memory was of that brightly colored glowing green liquid all around him. He clawed at the glass but it was too no avail. He couldn’t hold it any longer. The air left his burning lungs and that green water flooded them choking him. There. There was where it ended as everything had faded into a fuzzy blackness.

Chaos was drained as his wings slowly brought him his descent. Vincent transformed before he entered the room where all the machines hooked up to Rufus. His heart throbbed in horrible pain as he tentatively approached him. Why was this appalling turmoil to trigger the release for those buried memories? Human drama triggering the trauma was cruel in its reality.

It finally made sense to Vincent, the eyes Rufus had on him on the various occasions, as he observed them in past as well in the present. All these flashes were hurdling through his mind as he took Rufus’s hand in his and dried his tears. The wall of years of indifference was breaking down as his long dead heart pounded in his chest for his...lover.

TBC