Anywho, this is the dark fic. Welcome to the darkest recesses of my mind.

Teral: Where I like to hang out, so you're on my turf now.

And I tried to make it as apparent as I could that she was walking on all fours. So, yeah, now you know.

Laret: albino chocobo does not own anything, save Teral.

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It's time. Not caring for subtlety since no one is in the room, I start flexing my muscles, preparing to burst out. I snap all my limbs away from me, and I feel them come into contact with the sac.

And I feel it stretch. Damn. It recoils back into its previous position, pushing me back into a ball. I almost considered giving up. But no matter what I would've decided, I can't, giving up is no longer an option.

I desperately try again, this time with my claws facing outwards. They successfully cut through the sac, and I flatten my self out so I'm floating parallel to the ground. I stretch my legs out and feel them hit the back of the container. Using my arms as paddles, I push myself towards the back, folding my legs under me. I snap them straight, cross my arms over my head, and go sailing through the glass. By the time I remembered about gravity, it was too late.

After landing sprawled out on the floor on my stomach, I slowly picked myself up so I'm standing on all fours. I opened my eyes for a split second, but shut them. I don't remember the lights being that bright. I lower my head closer to the ground and sneak a peek. It wasn't as dark as I'd like, but it'll have to do.

Jet black waist length hair fell, slightly obscuring my vision. I remember it being blonde and nearly as long as Maia was tall. I experimentally stretched my wings; they were still a bit damp. Seems like I won't be flying any time soon.

I slowly lifted my line of sight and looked around the room. It was exactly how I'd pictured it. The container was back against the wall with a computer to one side. On the counters that were along the other three sides of the room were various test tubes, beakers, and clip boards. The computer probably wasn't hooked up to anything outside the room, but I had already vowed to destroy the room.

After I had effectively reduced the computer to slightly electrocuted pieces of shrapnel littering the floor, I hopped onto one of the counters. And blinked. Twice. Why can't I read these notes? I know Maia could read, and the language hasn't changed much. So why the fuck can't I read this?!

I pick up the papers and the ones on the other counters, flicking vials of who knows what onto the floor with my tail. Holding them in both hands, I lop my way over to the wrecked base of what was once the computer and throw them in. It was still sparking, and flames leapt up on the papers. I watched them dance about a bit before they fell and eventually died altogether.

Let's see, what else was I gonna do in this room? Break out—check. Destroy everything—check. Kill whoever's in the room—well, no one was inside, so check. Guess all that's left is to leave.

I make my way over to the door, being careful so as not to step in any spilled chemicals. When I reach the door, it didn't open as I had expected it to. Guess they're not all idiots. I glanced over at some number pad beside the door. And they've locked it. I'll just have to rip down the door.

I was about to reach up to grab the damn thing when I remembered I forgot something. I closed my eyes and concentrated, calling upon and building up my energy. The familiar sensation of Dark Eco crept its way along my body, filling it with power. Violet lightening skittered across my skin. Some shot off and broke some beakers I had forgotten. Now I'm ready.

Both hands shoot forward and deathly sharp claws cut through the first layer. I clench my hands and rip off a large chunk of metal. While my left throws it somewhere behind me, my right lets go and grabs the second layer. My left joins its twin in the destruction and rips off the rest of the door. I jump through the hole and almost immediately a small explosion is heard. One less security camera in the world.

After quickly righting myself, I bounded forward and around the corner. Straight into an unsuspecting Krimzon Guard. Well, almost unsuspecting, since it's a given he heard the explosion. He looked like he was going to stumble backwards and try to sneak away, but brought his gun up and pointed it straight at me. I pushed hard off the ground with my hind legs and tackled him to the ground. Fear was radiating off of him almost as much as his heat was.

Wait, why wasn't I generating my own heat? The question made me start, but I tried to hide it. First thing's first: kill the guard. I put my hand over his face none too gently, allowing my claws to dig into his skull. He probably would've screamed, had I given him enough time. I ripped his head straight off, letting it fly and hit the wall. It rolled back in front of me, the face side facing me. My first kill. I really should relish this moment.

I stood there a moment and caught my breath. Why the fuck am I so tired? I'm not supposed to be this tired yet.

Damned faulty body's gonna get me killed. I lift my head to look at the fluorescent lights, glaring at them as if they're the source of all my problems. Because they are. Well, one source. A being of darkness is not supposed to be running around under glaringly bright lights. Especially if it's their first time being in the light, or moving at all for that matter!

I think I'll stop that thought there and take a closer look at the guard lying motionless before me. Its face mask is dented, probably from when I squished his skull as one would squish a bug, but it still shows a reflection. Well, it will as soon as I wipe the blood off of it.

I reach forward and start wiping the caked blood off as gingerly as I can, which results in a distorted image thanks to all the scratches. Who would have thought claws weren't always useful? I pull myself closer and squint at the image, trying to make anything out. All I could see was a black bulk, an infinite dark where you couldn't tell where one body part ended and another began, and two white dots with a slightly brighter oval area around them. I think I just found my eyes.

My hand darts out and crushes the faceplate, displeased with the meager image. New blood seeps from beneath it, joining the pool on the floor. I withdraw my hand, staring with mild interest at my claws. I've never really gotten a good look at them. Made of what looked like Dark Eco crystals, they looked like someone had made small caps that came to a point to fit my fingers. They had a ridge that vaguely reminded me of bullets.

Which brought me to the fact that more Krimzon Guard had showed up. Damn, when did they get there? I jump at the first one; my hand slips smoothly through an unarmored part and skewers his stomach. I snap my wing open to knock the other into the wall when I end up cutting through his armor, scratching his chest. Razor wings; didn't know I had those. I can feel myself smiling for the first time. Not a happy smile, an I'm-About-To-Kill-You-And-Loving-Every-Moment smile. I whip my tail and sink its end into the guard's forehead. I pull it out and notice it has the same end as my claws, just elongated.

I walk away from the carnage and pad silently down the hall on all fours. I keep walking and fighting for another hour or so, and feel exhausted. The bright light or the guards will be the death of me if I don't—

Damp. Why is it damp? I lift my head and sniff the air. Rain. The distinct smell of rain is hovering in the air. But it can't rain inside a building, so there must be a way out!

I excitedly hound the smell to its origins: a window. Who in their right mind would leave a window open? It doesn't really matter, though, except that there aren't any guards around. Score! I'm smiling again.

I crouch down below the window, and my tail involuntarily flicking around. I push myself off the ground with all of the strength I can muster, grab onto the pipe above the window, and swing myself outside. I snap my wings open and glide to the nearest rooftop, my wings threatening to give out any second. Only one thought runs through my mind, drowning all the others out.

I'm free. Free to go where I want, do what I want, to plot against the Baron. Free to kill whomever I wish. Still smiling, I slink off into the shadows of the night, the storm hiding my form from prying eyes.

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Why do you have to curse so much? I don't like typing them out!

Teral: Why the hell'd you make me say "score"!?

Laret: Please read and review!