A/N: Okay, so I've never tried a one-shot before, much less a song-fic. But I really thought that this song fit Ari well, and I wanted to see on the site, so guess what? I'm doing it myself! And sorry if it sucks; this'll be written in about ten minutes.
Disclaimer: Max Ride is JP's, Animal I Have Become belongs to Three Days Grace.
I can't escape this hell
So many times I've tried
But I'm still caged inside
He had always been trapped in a cage, either literally or figuratively, and he just couldn't get free, no matter what. They had taken away everything from him, and yet somehow they managed to take even more after that. No matter what he tried, he just couldn't get out of this God-forsaken hellhole.
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
Nobody ever bothered to try and help him, throughout it all, the pain of the experiments, of the torture, or, worst, his own father rejecting him. And eventually, he lost control, let the animal side of his instinct take over, blot out his rational thinking, and let his rage totally control him. It was the only way he could pretend.
So what if you can see the darkest side of me
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal!
This animal, this animal
Please, wouldn't someone just listen to him? See past his hulking, patchwork figure to the 7 year old that lay beneath? Wouldn't someone accept him, even seeing his darker side, seeing the strange, barely human thing he had become? Or was this whole world a lost cause, void of the kindness which he secretly desired so strongly?
I can't escape myself
So many times I've lied
But there's still rage inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
Sometimes he tried to be reasonable. To think about what Max and her Flock were thinking, why they left him behind. Why his father left him behind, and ignored him in favor of a birdie that hated him. But he couldn't. He seemed to be just too far gone. His brain had become twisted and full of rage and hate, his actions rash and reckless, in desperate attempt to prove what? And to whom? He no longer knew. But he still cared. It was all he cared about: showing that he had enough worth to someone, that someone would just help him. Someday.
So what if you can see the darkest side of me
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal
He knew that, while he had been hoping it would be his father, watching him be too concerned about Max to even acknowledge that his son had become a year older, if anyone could help him, it would be Max. And he hated her. Because she stole Jeb's love from him. But she was the only one whom he could ever truly trust and love, the only one who could ever see past his disfiguring experimentation. So he hated her and he loved her, equally.
Somebody help me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
Somebody wake me from this nightmare
I can't escape this hell
This animal, this animal
This animal, this animal
This animal, this animal
This animal
So what if you can see the darkest side of me
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal!
This animal I have become
He needed Max. Max was the only one who could, would, help. And he would convince her to help, somehow, before his time came. He would make sure of it.
A/N: Soooo...... Does it totally suck? Feel free to be critical! I've never even tried something like this and I'm not totally sure I did it right.... so, yeah!
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