Blood isn't the Answer

11th May

Tidus would make damn sure of it.

Lost. The worst torture. Alone. The worst state of mind. Distraught. The worst punishment.

Tidus was all this. He had lost the one thing he stayed for, and wanted revenge on her killers.

The sandstorm was growing worse, and a faint ghostly trickle fell from wispy clouds over head. It was beginning to get dark but Tidus didn't want to rest. All he wanted was for the pain to be released.

He decided he would eliminate the thoughts in his head and follow the vengeful feeling in his heart. The Al Bhed will pay.

He left the small huddle of people near the place where Yuna had lay and stormed off into the raging death of the Sanubia Desert.

If they had avoided the moonflow, this wouldn't have happened. It was his stupid idea anyway. ' Lets stay and watch the moonlilies at night' he heard himself think ' I want to watch! Why not wait?' It was his fault. Why did he have to insist? 'THIS WOULD HAVE NEVER HAPPENED IF I HADN'T BEEN SO STUPID!' he punched his forearm. He wished he hadn't as the pain got more intense. Literally and metaphorically. A sign post flew through the sandy air and hit him on the head, the nail in the wood made him bleed.

'More blood, haven't I had enough?' he thought. But that wasn't the last of the blood he would encounter.

The stinging was so intense. The sand whipped the slash on his temple. His warm blood trickled over his eyebrow. The sandstorm was even more vicious now. His eyes stung; it made him cry again.

Tidus suddenly realized he was sobbing again, and he thought of Jecht.

"Cry cry, that's all you ever do! You're' never gonna be as good as me if you cry! Hahaha cry cry!"

Tidus couldn't take it. He wanted to scream, but it wasn't the answer! As he approached the exit to the desert, he wiped his eyes, and suddenly felt the pure anger that was necessary for what he was about to do. Blood now flooding into his eyes.

The Al Bhed would pay. Whatever the cost.

After a while alone in his thoughts, Tidus stared down as he came to terms with reality at the quiet building down below him. Over here the weather was mild but with every passing second, the anger mounted until it was uncontrollable.

He walked down the sand dunes and barged through the doors of Home. Nobody was to be seen. Not even the frail child that loomed behind a pillar, in the shadow.

The child was confused. What was this man doing here? And why? He didn't look too happy, far from it. The child wandered out from his hiding spot to confront the man but began to regret his choice within seconds. The man looked angrily at him, and put his hand behind his back. He drew his sword.

The man was trying to communicate with the child, but the child hadn't got a clue what he was saying. He didn't even recognize his hand gestures.

" Talk! Where is everyone!" Tidus shouted but the boy simply stood with his mouth open. " I said, talk! Tell me what's going on! Talk to me damn you, talk!" Tidus began to get frustrated. He held his sword nearer to the boy.

" Drao ryja kuha!" they boy shouted back with a look of pure terror hung about his face. "Eh dra YenCreb!"

Tidus couldn't make head or tail of it. Anger mixed with impatience and frustration had overridden Tidus. Enough to kill the child.

Half a body with a diagonal clean cut lay leaking blood on the floor. The other half was about 15 metres away. Still with the child's expression on its blood splattered face. Fear.

Tidus's anger and hatred towards the Al Bhed had not eased off. He had a desire to give them a taste of what they did to Yuna.

Now, the Al Bhed were paying, for better or worse, but this was only the beginning...