I'm too tired to do an intro so let's just get on with it. ~

The wolf was massive- it took up half the width of the hallway, and it was three times my height. It had long blue fur with stripes of darker blue fur on it, and its neck, chest, and belly were silvery white. The fur colour was oddly familiar... I swore I had seen it somewhere before but I couldn't remember where. Looking past its salivating jaws, I saw that its eyes were yellowish amber, and that they were glowing unnaturally. One other thing that surprised me though, was the X shaped mark on its forehead- the mark was inky black and small swirls of darkness were lifting off of it like fog.

With a jolt, I realized who it was.

'SAIX?'

His response to that was a roar, and he lunged for my throat.

I quickly ducked and rolled to the side while the massive wolf leaped overhead. He crashed into the wall behind me and slumped to the floor, momentarily stunned. I didn't waste time- I bolted down the hallway, hoping to get as far away from him as I could. I didn't know how saix had suddenly turned into a wolf, or how that was even possible, but I was NOT sticking around to find out! Running around a corner, I remembered something else that the voice had said to me: 'Listen well. One other member of our species has survived and also does not know who he is. At one point he will attack you, and when he does, let him. He will give you both a blessing and a curse, but it is necessary.'

'Screw the prophecy!' I mentally shouted, continuing to run for my life. 'I don't care if our 'species' dies out! It isn't worth getting killed over!'

I suddenly heard growls behind me again, and I turned around mid-run to see a recovered angry wolf chasing after me. 'Well, fuck,' I thought frantically, turning around again. 'That was fast.'

Saix continued to chase me through the halls, his hot breath on my neck sending shivers of fear down my spine. Never in my short life had I been so scared- and I mean that literally. When you don't have a heart to feel with, you don't feel fear. The whole 'emotion' thing was making this situation three times as bad, not to mention the fact that my heart was pounding in my chest.

He chased me around a corner and the stairwell came into view. 'Maybe I can lose him in there...' I thought and ran straight for it. Once it was in range, I grabbed the railing and using my momentum, I catapulted myself around the corner and onto the landing on the floor below. I landed well more or less, but I couldn't say the same for my pursuer. He skidded to a stop before leaping down the stairs after me. When he hit the landing his paws slipped slightly on the hard castle floor, but that didn't stop him at all. Needless to say, I kept running.

That is, until I chose the worst time to screw up ever.

With a yelp of surprise, I tripped over my baggy jeans and hit the ground hard. Groaning, I sat up and rubbed my now sore knee. "Ow" I muttered, and then I looked up in horror when I saw the wolf stalking towards me slowly. He had blood on his muzzle; it was dripping down his nose and onto his teeth, staining them red. 'It was probably from when he hit the wall earlier' I thought. I tried to get up and run, but my legs wouldn't support me and I fell back to the floor. 'Okay then, plan B...' I thought and backed up towards the wall, holding my hands out in front of me in a friendly gesture.

"N-nice saix wolf, p-please don't eat me." I stuttered in a last ditch effort to save myself. The wolf ignored me, coming ever closer.

Then without warning he lunged, and dug his fangs deep into my shoulder.

"AAAAAAUUUUUGGGGHHH!" I screamed in pain and agony. Those fangs were like daggers that pierced all the way through my skin to my bones, and I was sure I heard something snap from within me. Saix started violently shaking his head back and forth, and I let out another screech when the pain suddenly got worse. I'd gotten cuts and scrapes before, but nothing like this- the pain from my wounds spread like fire, until it engulfed my entire body. Ignoring it, I kicked out feebly to try and free myself from saix' jaws, but my blows had no effect at all. Blood was flying everywhere- on the walls, the floor, and all over me. 'My blood' I realized. This was not good- I'd only just recovered from a near death experience; I couldn't lose that much blood again so soon!

Suddenly I started to convulse, and my punches and kicks grew weaker. 'No,' I thought, beginning to lose consciousness from all the blood loss. 'I don't want to die here, not now!' my heartbeat started to slow down as I watched my blood slowly drip to the floor.

I can't hold on any longer...

I went limp as my eyes began to close, the eyelids closing in almost slow-motion before engulfing me in darkness.

-Till November-

"What in the world?"

He was lying on his bedroom floor, panting with exhaustion. His coat was torn and there were pieces of it all around his room. He was covered with both sweat and blood; for some reason he could smell the crimson liquid and tell whose it was.

"Roxas." He mumbled, sitting up and leaning against his bed. "What have I done?"

Saix could remember every detail of what had just happened; every step he had taken, every breath that had torn itself from his mouth, every drop of blood that flew to the ground on the floor below- all from the back of his mind. The beast had forced him to watch everything, but be unable to act. He had been nothing but the passenger when his mind and body were taken over.

Something bothered him though. When he had first been taken over, the beast had simply left his room and started to wander around with no particular destination. But then, something had drawn the beast elsewhere. From the back of his mind he remembered feeling a sudden tugging sensation in his chest, which had drawn him to the young nobody and the beast had chased him until he stumbled and was unable to move. And then, when the boy had lost consciousness in his jaws, the beast had dropped him in a pool of his own blood and left. That didn't make sense-why did the beast not just kill him? What was the point of chasing after Roxas and injuring him if he was going to be left alive?

That topic brought up another question-What would happen to them now? Roxas, as far as he knew, was unconscious and two floors below him. What would he do when he woke up?

He decided quickly that this should be kept a secret. No one needed to know about his condition.

Although, there was still the matter of Roxas to attend to; he was a witness and if he babbled about what happened it would mean the end of both of them. Anything less than perfect was not accepted in the organization.

Fortunately he still had a pair of black shorts on underneath his organization outfit, and he took his coat off, throwing the torn clothes across the room.

He would have to keep an eye on him; for both their sakes this secret must be kept.

-Till November-

My eyes opened slowly, taking in my surroundings. I was slumped against a wall and facing the other side of the hallway, where a large floor to ceiling window was.

Everything hurt.

I tried to sit up, my muscles groaning in protest- I laid back again when I started to feel light- headed. When I did, my left shoulder erupted in pain and I let out a soft gasp. The pain went all the way down my arm to my fingers. Confused, I pulled my hoodie down slightly to look at my shoulder, and my eyes widened in surprise when I found small bite marks dangerously close to my neck. They were dark brown in colour, and on closer inspection I saw that there was a small amount of brown fur growing out of them. My eyes narrowed in confusion. 'What the hell?' I thought. Those hadn't been there before. This was wrong- fur, or even hair for that matter, didn't grow out of wounds. Cautiously, I lifted my hand to touch the marks. They felt as weird as they looked- the fur was soft and smooth, and for some reason I felt strangely reassured by it.

My head started pounding, and it was making the room spin. I closing my eyes, and wondered why I was in a random hallway instead of in my room like usual. Searching my mind for answers, I came up with nothing. I remembered my mission this morning, my evening with Xion, and going to get a snack afterwards. Everything else was blank. Empty, as if someone had plucked the memories strait from my brain. I frowned- that wasn't normal either.

My hand fell back to my side as a small bead of sweat ran down my forehead- I felt like I had a fever and my breath started coming in ragged gasps.

'I have to get back to my room...' I thought and stood up, using the wall to support myself. Weakly I raised my right hand to summon a dark portal, and groaned in anger when it sputtered out of existence.

"What?" I mumbled. Raising my hand again I tried harder, focusing my energy to make a stronger portal. Black wisps of smoke rose from the floor, melding together until they formed another portal. I took several steps toward it, and within seconds it faded away, just like the first.

"Why me?" I spat, and headed towards the stairs. If portals didn't work, I was going to have to do this the hard way.

The trek up the stairs was torture, with my sore muscles, the headache and the fever all getting in the way. I had to stop several times just to catch my breath and wait for the beating of my heart to slow down so that I could continue. By the time I was finally in front of my room, my vision was starting to get blurry and I was extremely light headed.

Grabbing the door handle and opening it, I fumbled with the light switch to turn it on. Taking tired steps toward the large grey couch on the right side of the room I collapsed onto it, falling into a deep sleep almost immediately.

So here I am with yet another chapter. And you know what?

I'm disappointed yet again by the small amount of reviews.

Like I said last week, I know you guys can do better than that. For next week, I want at least four reviews or not only am I not posting the next chapter, but I am going to stop writing for a while as well.

I hope to hear more from you people.

(Thank you to NexarkXIII, Xamem- The Heart of Oblivion, and settingsunrisingmoon for the reviews)

Review please.