Hello! Here is Chapter Two, and I apologize for the wait!
Title: Psychosis
Rating: M
Genre: Horror, Romance, Supernatural
Summary: Lelouch loses what remains of his sanity after Euphemia's slaughter of the Elevens escalates into something much bigger. Overcome with a deranged sense of hunger and desire, the world continues to crumble as his dark reign takes the lives of many.
Warnings: Cannibalism, Cannibalistic Thoughts, Implied Sexual Activities, Gore, Heavy Violence, Rebellion Against Government, Terrorism
I knew something strange had happened the minute I had given Lelouch the Geass power.
There was some kind of change deep within him. A second ago, he had been a frightened high school student who had just seen a green-haired girl survive getting shot through the head. The next, he was a ruthless, sadistic mercenary thrilled by the blood he had on his hands.
It was inhumane.
But, then again, Lelouch and I were far from human.
Lelouch was changing. There was no doubt about that. But it was difficult for me to determine if that was a good thing.
"C.C."
I turned at the smooth and velvety voice. Lelouch was standing in the doorway, his head tilted to the side and his deep mauve eyes strangely bright. I bit back a groan. He was in one of his moods.
"What do you want now?" I turned away, closing my eyes and stretching out on my bed. It had been provided by the enigmatic man before me—a way of keeping me rooted to one spot, I suppose.
My statement was met with sudden silence. Feeling a bit odd as a chill washed over me, I opened my eyes and stared coolly at the Geass user who was looming over me.
"Why are you hovering? It's not polite."
Lelouch's eyes narrowed slightly, and then his large and cool hand was outstretched and his fingers were threading through my hair. "Why is your hair green, of all colors?"
Slightly off-put by his question, I frowned and brought my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around them. "Why are your eyes purple?"
His lips turned down in a frown, and then his grip threatened to tear out my hair. Not giving him the sadistic satisfaction of causing me pain, I continued to stare at him.
The sound of a throat clearing sounded behind us. Lelouch's eyes darkened and he tensed above me, his lip curling back in a snarl and exposing his sharp white teeth.
"What, Kallen?" The raven-haired man let out a growl of a laugh—one so soft I knew I was the only one to hear it—and straightened, fixing his mask over his face as he turned to face her. I noticed the flash of irritated hunger in his eyes—oh, so brief and infinitesimal, but it was there—and braced myself for an outburst.
Strangely, Lelouch only ran a hand through his hair and smiled. It was the cold, calculating, and charming expression that he used when he forced other people to succumb his will—it worked in places where he couldn't use his Geass.
The pinkette frowned slightly, crossing her arms over her chest. "The others are getting restless. They want to know what we're going to do about the Eleven massacre. A lot of them are negatively affected by what happened."
Lelouch's eyes narrowed slightly, and the darkness in his aura rippled and spread. I prepared for the worst and sat up on the bed, my hair spreading out in a wave behind me.
"Gather them all in the meeting hall. I will tell them what to do." Lelouch was a pillar of cold irritation, and Kallen moved out of the way as he stalked silently into the hallway. I rose to my feet and followed the former prince without having to be told—I did not want to be forced to do something I did not want to do in front of someone I considered to be my subordinate.
I latched onto Zero's arm as he began to make his way down the dark hallway.
He slowed suddenly, and I glanced up at him as he turned back to address the woman standing in the door to the lounging room. "Kallen."
She jolted in shock, her eyes widening as she faced the cloaked man. "Yes, Zero?"
I knew Lelouch was grinning darkly beneath his mask, and I could all but taste the demented hunger in his aura. "Keep in mind that I will not be pleased if I hear that any of the others went out and did anything without my permission." He tilted his head, the dim light reflecting off of the faceless mask. "You will not like the consequences."
Kallen frowned slightly in confusion, but she nodded. "I'll let them know." With that, she turned and strode off.
Lelouch growled deeply, shuddering with a sudden violent power. He shoved me away and wrenched off his mask, breathing heavily as sweat dripped from his pale face.
"Lelouch." I began to approach him, but the Geass user hissed out a wordless warning, something like demented rage flashing in his burning eyes.
I found myself smirking as I watched the struggling man. "Did you eat too much earlier? Is all of that human flesh and bone rebelling against your pathetic human body?"
Suddenly, I found myself pinned to the wall behind me. Lelouch loomed over me, large and sharp teeth bared and endless purple eyes blazing in hungered fury.
"Do not taunt me, witch." He trailed his lips over the smooth expanse of my face and neck, lingering at my collarbone as he breathed in my scent. "I did not take enough from the field."
Internally, I was beginning to shudder. Out of all of the threats I had been given—whether vague or explicit—I had yet to encounter someone who was literally on the verge of tearing me to pieces and devouring me.
The ravenette moaned deeply, shuddering harshly as his breaths came faster. I curled my lip in disgust—he was finding a sick and twisted sort of pleasure in my scent, and deep down I felt as though he would keep me pinned there to the wall until he reached his peak. However, I made no attempt at moving out of his grip. He was stronger than I was, and, like before, I knew he would do unimaginable things to me if I managed to escape.
Shifting above me, Lelouch let out a deep breath and straightened, leaning against the wall with an arm wrapped around his torso. His pupils were huge, dilated to the point where nothing but a sliver of purple could be seen. He was panting heavily, and the thick scent and presence of his wavering sanity filled the hall.
I dreaded speaking to him whenever he was like this, but it had to be done—I was the only one who could keep him docile long enough to find him a meal that lived up to his satisfactions and desires. "Perhaps it is time for another meal."
Lelouch made a sound similar to a snarl, digging his gloved fingers into his arms. "I have to leave."
"That much is obvious." I helped him stand straight and put his arm around my narrow shoulders. He was lighter than I thought he would be. "What about the meeting?"
The former prince groaned softly, and his nose found its way back to my exposed neck. "It can wait. I am not fully here at the moment."
I knew what he meant. His sanity was slipping, he was growing hungrier by the second, and we both knew that he would not stop himself from devouring the room full of terrorists waiting behind us.
"You will have to kill someone in order to feed."
My voice was cold and dry, carefully devoid of emotion.
Lelouch laughed bitterly—a sound that sent chills down my spine.
"Since when has that ever stopped me?"
And that's that. Thanks for reading, and let me know what you think.
I'm trying to decide between two different choices for chapter three: Lelouch and C.C run into Suzaku, or a detailed description of Lelouch's hunger and how he kills in order to satisfy his urges. Leave your choice in a review or PM me, pleaze!
