Beast of Blood

Chapter 2: Rebirth

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Well, here's chapter 2 of this! I've decided to put the whole 'Beast of Blood' into only like four chapters or so, and then back to 'Lust for Sin', with Tidus and Yuna together and blah blah…Yup. Anyway, enjoy!

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The doctor's hands glistened in sweat. He had been working on so many experiments, but none as meaningful as the one he was currently operating on. Four assistants gathered around the working table, all trying to do what they could. Five soldiers stood on the outskirts, watching them.

"Hand me the hand," the doctor said, slipping his gloves on, and pushing his glasses up. An automatic hand was given to him, and the doctor took it, testing the wires to make sure they worked.

Lightning flashed outside of the lab windows, and the doctor glanced at the window, before turning back to his experiment.

The assistants looked at the doctor nervously, but the doctor pretended not to notice. He turned back to the table, where his experiment laid. It wasn't just an experiment though. His entire life depended on whether or not the experiment was successful. The chances of it being successful weren't very good, either.

On the table lay a corpse. A corpse of a young man who had been dead for well over sixty years. Using machina, the doctor had been able to return the body looking new and fresh. After all, the experiment was to bring the young man back to life. Impossible, unless the doctor could figure out how to properly wire in the machina with the dead corpse's thoughts. His heart was still there…all they needed was to get it back to life.

"Alright," the doctor said softly, trying to hide the quiver in his voice, "Pull the switch."

All of the assistants glanced nervously at the doctor, and one finally went to the switch, and finally nervously touched it. Then, as if saying goodbye to their life, the closed their eyes and quickly switched it.

The lights flickered. Nothing happened.

The assistants all looked at each other, but the doctor's eyes remained on the corpse. His hands were folded. He was obviously praying.

Suddenly, the body began to move. It was almost as if it were having a case of seizures, as it went absolutely crazy. The assistants and doctor tried to hold it down, but it was out of control.

The soldiers all leaned forward, staring in awe.

"Turn the switch up one more!" the doctor ordered, and the same assistant quickly pulled it up. The body lay still.

"His heart is beating!" an assistant said excitedly.

"But does he have thoughts?" the doctor simply mused, "Sit him up in a chair."

In the chair the body went. He was no longer cold, but warm, and his skin was now soft. To everybody's amazement, he sat in the chair.

Everybody's eyes went on him, and they all stared in amazement, especially the doctor. He couldn't believe what he'd done. Of course, there wasn't much more sign of life.

Until the eyelids opened, that is.

Blue eyes were seen, and they looked around, but overall, the young man looked calm. He looked at his hands, and moved each finger, as if surprised that they were moving. Then, his eyes slowly went to the doctors and soldiers around him. Except for one soldier. She had already left the group.

She wasn't a soldier, so to say, but instead an assistant. And not just any assistant, either. She was the general of the army's personal assistant.

"Hello?" her voice was heard, "Leblanc to headquarters. They did it."

The blue eyes of the now-alive man went to where she was, and he just stared at her.

"Does he talk?" an assistant said, "How's his brain?"

"What is your name?" the doctor asked.

The young man didn't answer. He just continued to eye everything, and move his fingers.

"The general is on his way," Leblanc said, showing no emotion. She was clad in the nicest uniform, and as the newly awakened man looked around, he noticed that besides the doctors, they were all clad in the same exact uniform.

A rumble of thunder went out throughout the little lab, and the door opened. Three men came walking in, all dressed in the uniform. Then, a very old man came in, wheeled in a wheelchair.

The blue eyes of the once-dead corpse followed the man, and grew wider and wider.

The old man was wheeled in, and he sat directly in front of the young man.

"Tidus," the old man said, smiling slightly, "How are you?"

There was no answer from Tidus, who just looked away.

"Do you recognize me?" the old man growled, "It's me, your old friend."

Tidus looked back at the man, and said softly, "I know who you are."

"Who am I then?"

"…Nooj."

The old man smiled, and said, "Honestly, I didn't find it possible, to bring you back, that is."

Tidus glared at him, but didn't say anything. Slowly, memories began to fade back into his mind. Memories of when he was young, memories of his parents, his friends, Nooj included. Memories of his father's attack, his mother's dead body, and his own blood dripping off a knife…All the way to Nooj wanting him dead. His eyes slowly began to darken, anger taking over. He wanted to jump at Nooj, but in reality, a million questions were flashing through his mind. Why was he there? Who were all of the people around him? Why were they all wearing those similar uniforms? How many years had he been…dead? Was he ever even dead? Why was Nooj so old…

"It's been a very long time," Nooj just said, gleaming, "And you've missed a lot."

"It's impossible," Tidus said softly, "to bring me back, that is. I wasn't even dead, was I?"

"Do you feel as if you've simply awaken?" Nooj asked, still smiling. His teeth were half rotted, and his hair frizzed out everywhere. He was so old.

Tidus stared at him, before shaking his head. No, he'd felt as if he'd…well, kind of as if he'd awakened, only not quite. He felt that familiar emptiness, as if something were missing, and he felt angry. He felt horribly angry. All he wanted to was to back. Even if he had just been slumbering. He wanted to go back. There, he had felt so alive, and that emptiness hadn't consumed him. He felt at peace.

"Put me back where I was," Tidus snapped, leaning back. As more and more of his surroundings came into focus, Tidus realized that he was naked other than a towel that had been wrapped around his waist.

His body felt utterly cold, and his teeth chattered. Yet another bolt of lightning struck.

"Put him in the chair," Nooj then said, smiling at Tidus, "And then I shall fill him in on all that he's missed."

"The chair will kill him, Sir," the lady said, and gave an emotionless look at Nooj.

Nooj just smiled and said, "It can't. He's not human."

Tidus was then lifted to his feet, and he didn't even give a fight. He just simply allowed them to drag him into a little prison-type cell, where they sat him in a chair.

All around the chair, wires hung out, and it wasn't at all your normal, usual type of chair.

Tidus' heart quickened, and for the first time in a while, he felt something beisdes anger. Sure, the anger was still there, but for a little while, the emptiness inside of him disappeared, and he was overcome with worry. He knew what the chair was.

They sat him in it, and strapped him into it. Then, they left the cell. Nooj's eyes met Tidus', and Tidus opened his mouth to stop Nooj.

Nooj had already given the command, however.

"Pull."

Electricity ran through the wires, and into Tidus' body. His teeth began to jitter and he felt as if he were burning. He felt the worst pain he'd ever felt in his life.

It was over after some time, and all Tidus could see was Nooj's smile through the tears in his eyes. His body was numb, and he couldn't feel anything. Still, he was alive.

"See," he heard Nooj say to the people, "He's immortal."

Then, Nooj turned to Tidus, and said through the bars, "You'll spend the night here. Tomorrow is when the real work is to be done."

At that, all of the lights in the building went off, and Tidus, unable to move, was left there.