Takes place just before Shadow Hearts. Yuri's POV - the bloodthirsty, slightly deranged Yuri. =)

Walk, Walk

'To... train... ha... sters...'

I stop. Whaaat, I scream in response. Monsters? As in, to destroy? To maim, to --

'Mon... sters... hel... h...'

And it feels as if metal hooks have secured themselves to each end of my lips, cold and sharp, and are pulling, pulling my face into a grimace. A grin of sorts. My dry and parched lips crack as they are stretched, and from between them a shaky laugh escapes. A snicker, kind of. Narcissistic as it sounds, the laugh is music to my ears.

I think, think of the monsters ahead to be slaughtered. As usual the brass knuckles fuse and become one with bone, and I feel Exhilarated. Invigorated. And I set off, coat billowing behind me, hair attacking my eyes and face in its violent rage in the wind.

'Hurry... ease...'

I'm hurrying dammit! I snap at the voice. Snap. Stupid thing should find a body of its own and just get the -- oh look, train tracks. My mind wanders again to the thrill of the battle, the raw pain that keeps me alive, the sense of triumph as my fists connect with nameless faces, disfiguring them, as my feet force the worthless pieces of crap to the ground, the crazy sense of Invincibility, and I --

I hear a far distant Crash. Oh that's gotta be it, gotta be it; something inside me stirs. It turn, turns over itself and I know what it wants yet I continue to suppress it. Not yet, not yet --

As I walk, walk along the side of the tracks I realise how heavy my stupid boots are, and the gravel under them has a voice and it screams 'not that way, no nooo...' and I'm as confused as hell because since when could the ground talk? But then - ah, no - then I clock on that it's not from the gravel, the voice, it's from my head again, Damned Thing --

And it still goes whine, whine about some girl who needs me, I mean God knows I could do with a girl or three but how many of them are gonna look twice at me? Girls only like the bad-boys, alright that's cool. But these boots take bad-boy to a whole new level, it's psycho, baby, and only psycho girls like those. I don't really like psycho girls.

So now I'm pissed that I don't have a girl, and it makes my head hurt even worse, and now the gravel screams under the sudden weight of my knees as well but it doesn't really scream, or shout. And now my knees feel a little bad too. And this is so stupid and repetitive that I scream instead, and clutch at my head like it's gonna help.

And Good Hell, this is Ridiculous, so screw it I laugh.

'There... there...' the voice says. Give me a goddamn break! is what I want to shout back, but past experience has taught me that it only increases headache. One more deep, raggedy breath and I stand up. Stupid head won't shut up, I half-punch it. Freakin' brass knuckles and all.

Then my Stupid Head makes a Boom Crash sound and I look forward and it's... the train. That train? I ask. But then I laugh. With a huge scream and the sweet sweet sound of bullets being fired from every compartment, what other train? So I begin approaching it, still stagger staggering a little drunkenly, left hand clutching at my hair, my Pretty Girl Sensor tingling. And like a psycho, I laugh laugh laugh.