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Chapter 9

Consume.

Eat.

You know you want to.

Don't you miss the metalic taste that would fill your mouth and coat your throat?

Soul clung tightly to his pillow, wrapped up in his sheets, hiding from the world. He laid in silence with that voice constantly echoing in his mind. It was making him go crazy. He hated hearing it, he didn't want to hear it speak it's lies to him, but at the moment what it spoke didn't feel like a lie. Soul was hungry. He was craving something taboo.

Flesh. A ripe soul. It sounded absolutely divine to him. He can practically taste it in his mouth now, the warm blood and thick meat sliding down his throat and filling him up, the not so innocent soul flowing through his veins after he has swallowed it, he's hungry, he's craving something he shouldn't.

He can't help himself. Just the idea of tasting it almost made him feral. And he's scared of that. He doesn't want to crave those things but he can't help it. What is more scary to him is that he might hurt his friends who are all worried so much about him. If he loses control again, and he feels like he will, they would be the ones he would first go to.

Maka, Tsubaki, BlackStar, Kid, Liz, Patty, everyone, they are all so worried about him since the party three days ago. They have checked in on him almost every hour to make sure he isn't doing something. He appreciates their effort but he wishes they would just leave him alone. He just wants to be left in solitude to rot, to starve, to just die.

The night of the party went so well for him for a while, he was actually happy for a moment. He was with Maka, the girl he loves, and he kissed her. He kissed the person that he wants most in his life and confessed all of his feelings for her, and she even felt the same way towards him. He got the girl he wanted and now... Now he doesn't want her.

I don't deserve her... He thought to himself as he hugged the pillow to his face.

He doesn't feel like he should be able to have someone as pure as Maka. She's so pretty, so smart,so sweet yet mean, so caring, so understanding and he... He is just a monster. A killer who is ready to break out at any given moment.

His stomach growled and a deep pain resonated inside of him. He let out a soft groan and balled his fists up into his sheets. The pain has been ceaseless ever since the party just like the hunger.

It's like he is back with her again.

Locked up in that bland, blood stained room he would have these hunger pangs when he no longer feasted upon souls. For a while she forced him to down them then one day she stopped and he didn't eat for a month. He didn't eat. He didn't sleep for about a week. He succumbed to a madness and the pains from hunger drove him to need. He began to crave the things that he hated and would listen to Veera so he could get his food. He was like her lap dog who would obey her every command. So if she said sit he would. If she said kill he wouldn't think twice about it.

Then... Then she let him loose in the world when his mind completely went. And he killed and killed with no remorse. She made him a killing machine, a beast with black blood who killed for himself and to please his dearest creator.

Thinking of her sent him to tears. He couldn't stop himself from crying, it all just hurt him so much, the tears stained his cheeks and fell against the pillow. He realizes that he can never escape his past thus he can't escape his present and the future will just be more bleak than his past. He has no way out of the way he feels.

It's funny. He just started feeling happy again with his friends a couple of days ago and now... He knows he shouldn't be allowed to ever feel happiness, laughter should never come out from his mouth, a smile should never form, he shouldn't have the things he desires.

Maybe... Maybe I should just let the madness take me.

He thought on that a moment but he couldn't say yes to it completely because of his friends, he wouldn't want to hurt Maka or anyone he has came to cherish in life.

Even when they are in the same house and separated by his bedroom door he can't stop himself from picturing her. Her long ash blonde hair falling lightly past her slender shoulders, her sweet smile, her kind green eyes, her inviting touch, she makes him crazy in another way and he wished she didn't have such a heavy affect on him. If she didn't then maybe he could just die, if Maka wasn't here then he could easily part his ways from the living, but she is here, so he can't just commit suicide when she needs him. But just the thought of being dead is so tempting.

No more misery.

No more pain.

No more happiness...

No more anything...

Who wouldn't want such a sweet relief such as that?

Soul slowly sat up in his bed, a pain began growing in his gut causing him to suck at his teeth. He rested his hand against his side and felt something move underneath his hand. His eyes widened, his mouth went dry, and fear consumed him. No... Not this again... He kept his hand on his side and could feel something worm underneath his skin and press against his palm. Something hard protruded from his side, pressing against his flesh, pressing and hoping to come out.

Please... Not this again... He begged as he pushed down on it only causing his muscles to tingle and throb. "Come on..." He begged desperately and kept trying to push it down.

Then it slowly began ripping through his skin and it burned him, he kept his cries of pain quiet as the thing pushed out of his side. He ripped off his shirt and the V that was engraved on his chest was mingled into the other scars making it look like just another tribal pattern. He looked down at his side and saw a black metal dripping with black blood coming out of his side.

He tentatively touched it and could feel his own heartbeat within it. It pulsed and it was made evident that the thing was a part of him. As soon as the thing came it began shrinking back down into his flesh leaving an opened up wound that Soul knew would take forever to heal.

Once it was back within his body he felt a strong tingling sensation in all of his muscles. He shivered and hated that feeling.

The black blood is beginning to reject him again.

"Dammit... Dammit!" Soul cursed in a low breath so no one could hear them if they were outside of his door.

This is bad... This is very bad...

When Soul began having those hunger pangs with Veera when she stopped feeding him souls the black blood began rejecting him. Black, metal-like things would sprout out from his body and would leave thick wounds on him for weeks to come. They would shred through his body, scramble his organs, make him a black bloody mess, he was truely hideous then.

This is one thing that he expected to happen in the back of his mind but he hoped that it wouldn't. Soon... This hunger and this pain will drive him to bloodlust. If he can't think of a way out of this then he'll just start killing again with no conscience.

He can't let that happen. He's scared. He doesn't want to become the Eater again. He never wanted to become it and now he's getting close to becoming that vile beast within himself.

He slumped down onto his bed and wrapped his arms around himself. When... when did I lose myself? He stared straight up at the ceiling. How long before I change now? What can I do to stop it? There must be something... Maybe...

It was late at night in Death City and Soul was prowling the streets in the search of a meal. The low lights hid him in the shadows so no suspecting person would easily catch sight of him.

He hurried along throught the shadows and could smell all of the ripe souls. They were rich, so pure, so... He shook his head. He can't succumb to that hunger. He has to redirect it.

Even at the distance he is from home he can still smell Maka's soul. It's such a strong rich intoxicating aroma. He can't help but to think of delving back into her tender flesh so he could have a taste. His mouth began watering at the idea and that made him feel sick but his hunger made him feel worse so he let those disgusting thoughts fill his mind.

He peered around a corner and saw a lonely woman walking the streets. Her hair was short and red and her eyes were a deep ocean blue. She wore a heavy black and white letterman jacket with shorts and torn up shoes. She hummed along quietly to her music and Soul watched her in silence covered by the shadows.

Her soul smelled unique to him. And he knows that unique scents can attract killers. So he followed her down the road for miles and was kind of shocked that she didn't go home yet. It seems people really don't have any worries in Death City since the Eater has been caught.

Then he could catch scent of a foul soul. It was closing in on their location and probably sensed Soul and became apprehensive. Soul kept himself hidden and watched the unknowing girl as she walked around with her headphones in her ears.

Suddenly a man jumped out from an alley with a butchers knife in his hand and lunged at the girl. He was a big man so he easily overpowered her small form and knocked her down. The girls head hit the cobblestone road and she lost some of her strength to fight back.

The man grinned widely and twirled the butchers knife in his hand. "You look pretty!" He said with a big smile as saliva ran down his jaw.

He brought the butchers knife close to her face and gently pressed it against her neck. "I'm gunna chop here. Okay?!" He lifted his arm into the air but never struck.

Soul used all of his power to charge at the man and knock him off the girl. Soul easily overpowered the man and forced his arms above his head.

Soul turned around to the girl and narrowed his eyes at her. "Run!"

The girl gathered herself up off of the ground and began running but not until she got a good look at her savior. Her eyes widened when she realized who it was. She hurried down the street and refused to look back at the sight she could only imagine would be gruesome.

Soul turned his attention back to the heavy man who was trying to free himself from Soul's stone grip. Seeing this man writhe beneath him gave Soul a sense of superiority.

"You're disgusting!" Soul spat as bent the mans hand back that held the butchers knife.

The man let out a low scream that sounded like music to Soul's ears.

Soul leaned down to the man's face with a wicked shark tooth grin and muttered darkly. "Scream some more."

Soul grabbed the butchers knife and decided to give him the same fate that he would have given the girl.

He started chopping the mans hands off then his arms. He moved down to his legs and chopped his feet off then moved up and did the same to his legs. Soon he was just a bloodsplattered torso laying on the ground screaming out in pain.

She made me cruel... Soul thought to himself as he stared down at his dying victim. She's made me sick... He straightened out his fingers and shoved them inside of the mans chest. He could feel the mans ribs separate and his flesh allow Soul in. Soul wrapped his fingers around his heart and stared the man right in the eyes right as he yanked it out of his chest.

The man's soul fluttered up out of his chest and stared Soul right in the face. It was bright red, different from any regular humans soul. This mans soul was tainted, he was impure, he was what they call a kishin egg. Soul couldn't help but to stare at it and wonder if his soul was the same inside of him.

He let go of the mans heart and grabbed onto his soul. It emanated a soft red glow that painted Soul's face with it's light. Soul opened his mouth and swallowed it down. Immediately he gagged at the disgusting taste but he kept it down. His hunger began to cease but only slightly he still had room for more.

Soul looked down at the man and the hole that he left in his chest and decided he would dig in. He split the man't stomach open and buried his face into the red meat and fat. Each bite was as disgusting as the next but it filled him up so he didn't complain. As long as soul could eat Kishin eggs and not human souls then things would be fine.

When he was full he lifted up with his face and body covered in thick, sticky red. He looked down at himself and was proud that he found away to fight back his hunger.

He began heading home, leaving the corpse for someone to happen upon. He hid in the shadows so no one would see him covered in blood.

Once in front of his house he snuck in through his opened up window and checked his clock. It was 2:32 a.m. That means that no one would be awake at this time meaning that Soul is safe but needs to be quiet.

He grabbed some fresh clothes and darted for the bathroom. Once in the bathroom he shut and locked the door. He let out a sigh of relief and began peeling his clothes off of his body. He turned on the showerhead and stepped into the cold spray. He watched as the blood swiveled down the drain and felt so full and satisfied. When most of the blood was washed off he turned on the hot water and enjoyed the heat.

Since he now felt clean after washing up a bit he turned off the shower, dried off, and put on his clothes. He grabbed his blood soaked clothes and hurried back into his room. He opened up his closet and hid the bloodied up clothes underneath everything he had in there.

With that set aside so he wouldn't have to worry about it he collapsed into his bed and easily fell into a deep slumber. When he dreamt he had no nightmares only light dreams that he wouldn't remember when he will awaken.

He's found a way to satisfy his hunger.

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