Fic. Strange, strange fic, banged off while waiting for the bus. Unbetaed. Not even re-read. I think if I looked at it too much I might not post it...
The alley was shaded and dank, crawling with things that scurried away from him even as he tore the heartless open with his bare hands.
(Why were his brothers making him bleed? Why was he sinking his teeth into them? It didn't make sense. He couldn't feed on - )
The darkness was solid in his mouth, rolling like a cherry on his tongue; It bit with the bitter, metallic tang of blood. The night was alive and thethump thump thumpof the hearts of the people shuffling behind closed doors screamed at him. He ran close to the ground, on all fours, sharp little claws scratching at cobblestones and tearing them as easily as through flesh -
(Hungry hungry hungry and the hearts wouldn't stop and there were so many and they were so warm)
He jumped onto a high window's ledge, reaching farther than he ever had when he was food -
(Food? Had he ever been food? He couldn't remember, and it didn't MATTER he just had to eatnow – he was so empty and it burned, it burned like the light)
He climbed up the side of the house, bright eyes squinting through the painful florescent glare. There was a little heart shining in here, pure and untainted. It would be so good, but so HARD to rip out of the wrapping when it was bright like that.
(Its eyes were wide and it saw him he had to get it now or it would flee to the rest of its flock and a bigger one would keep its young safe and -)
Sora fell from the window without claws to help him keep purchase on the smooth surface. He scrambled away from the house on his hands and knees, facing his almost-mistake. Another mistake. Another light almost snuffed by the darkness.
He took a deep breath.
He never told the others why he didn't go into Drive very often, but it was because of this…this feral and uncontrollable side of himself; thinking of only death and hunger. It made him capable of evil things, and it frightened him.
Some nights, when he curled up under the sheets with all the lights off and thrust quietly into his fist, he admitted to himself that the real reason he was frightened so much was that it excited him.