Mad - General Hospital Fic
He wasn’t supposed to go anywhere. No one ever saw him when she was awake. He never left her bedroom when she was asleep. But there he was: in a cemetery with her half-wit of a brother pointing a shotgun at his face.
“Hello, asshole,” Michael said.
A mocking smile appeared on Keifers face. “What do you think you’re gonna do with that? Think you can kill me? Oh, wait. I’m already dead.”
“And now you’re gonna fuck off,” Michael snarled.
“Says who?” Keifer demanded.
The answer came from behind him. “Says me.” He turned and found Kristina standing beside an open grave, lighter fluid and a large bag of salt at her feet, a lit match in her hand.
The gravestone proclaimed it was the final resting place of Keifer Bauer.
Kristina dropped the match.
Keifer could feel the burn as soon as the fire made contact with his body. His dead, rotting body was lighting up and he was going with it.
“NO!” he shouted.
It traveled up his arms and seemed to erupt right from his chest, burning the little that was left of him and leaving him screaming loud enough that he barely heard Kristina’s approach.
She stood before him with her arms crossed. “Keifer,” she said calmly. His screams were beginning to sound farther away. Something scalding hot was wrapping its hands around his soul and dragging it away. Still, he heard her last words:
“Why’d you have to make me so mad?”
“Hello, asshole,” Michael said.
A mocking smile appeared on Keifers face. “What do you think you’re gonna do with that? Think you can kill me? Oh, wait. I’m already dead.”
“And now you’re gonna fuck off,” Michael snarled.
“Says who?” Keifer demanded.
The answer came from behind him. “Says me.” He turned and found Kristina standing beside an open grave, lighter fluid and a large bag of salt at her feet, a lit match in her hand.
The gravestone proclaimed it was the final resting place of Keifer Bauer.
Kristina dropped the match.
Keifer could feel the burn as soon as the fire made contact with his body. His dead, rotting body was lighting up and he was going with it.
“NO!” he shouted.
It traveled up his arms and seemed to erupt right from his chest, burning the little that was left of him and leaving him screaming loud enough that he barely heard Kristina’s approach.
She stood before him with her arms crossed. “Keifer,” she said calmly. His screams were beginning to sound farther away. Something scalding hot was wrapping its hands around his soul and dragging it away. Still, he heard her last words:
“Why’d you have to make me so mad?”