Beast of Blood

Chapter 3: Uncontrol

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Oh my am I sorry for taking so long to update! I got into writing a tragedy story thats not fanfiction-related at all, and I kinda forgot about this story! --! Im sorry! Well though, heres chapter 3! Enjoy!

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AWere in the midst of war, you do realize? Leblanc sneered, refusing to look Tidus in the eye. He didnt look at her either, though. He just stared at the cold stone ground below him. He was clad in the same uniform as everybody else, but he hadnt been given a chance. They could torture him on command, and it was so painful. It didnt matter though, he couldnt die.

AAgainst Bevelle, Tidus said softly, his eyes narrowing. It had only been seventy years or so. The war had reached its full extent though, Bevelle versus Zanarkand. That much Tidus had been able to figure out on his own.

Leblanc laughed, causing Tidus to look up at her.

ABevelle? Against Bevelle? she just said, laughing, ALove, we are Bevelle!

AWhat did you just say? Tidus cried, jumping forward, only to be pulled back to the wall where he was shackled.

He was still in the laboratory, only he had been moved from the torture chamber to a dungeon type thing. The doctor had explained to him that he was to remain there, until Nooj gave the order. Then, he was to help fight. Only at night though, for they wouldnt want the sun to harm him.

Research had been done, the doctor had explained to Tidus, on the monster that Bevelle had made seventy years ago. The monster that was Jecht, Tidus father. The doctor explained that the demon, titled now as a vampire, lived off of the lives of others, and was attracted to blood. He also explained to Tidus that by having a knife stabbed though his heart, as Nooj had done years ago, and by being in the sunlight, a vampire could die. He also gave Tidus a list of things that vampires were hurt by, simple things such as garlic and holy water. Really, he sounded almost like a normal doctor, telling his patient what he couldnt take with his medicine. In reality, though, as the doctor had explained, the reason Tidus couldnt consume or be near these things was because they needed him. He was their slave, their weapon.

Tidus hadnt asked any questions. Bitterness and anger consumed him for the most part, but at least the empty feeling was gone. All he wanted was to be dead. That was all. Yet here he was, alive. Unable to die.

AI said we are Bevelle, Leblanc replied.

AThat makes no sense, Tidus said, AZ-Zanarkand, is it gone?

ANot yet, Leblanc said, Abut it will be soon enough.

ANooj...Nooj wouldnt let that happen! Tidus cried, trying to free himself once more.

ALove, without Nooj, Bevelle wouldnt be this far ahead in the war.

ABut why? Tidus just cried, letting his body sink.

Leblanc shrugged, and said, AWho knows.

A soldier came in then, saluting to Leblanc.

AThe prisoner is to be put on the battlefield, the soldier said.

Leblancs eyes shot to Tidus, and she nodded for the soldier to unlock him.

He was released, his wrists falling out of the shackles. The soldier then clasped his hands together again, and pushed him toward the door.

Tidus stole a look back at Leblanc, but she only stared at him, her arms crossed, watching him leave.

AWhere are we going? Tidus asked the soldier. He was very young, probably the same age as he.

ATo the field, the man replied, AZanarkand has broken through the fence and is attacking. We have to push them back.

AI wont fight, Tidus said, AWhat do you expect me to do?

ANooj says you will, the soldier just said, looking at Tidus, almost fearfully, AHe says you cant tell the difference between your side and theirs.

AThen that means Ill kill you, too, Tidus said, angrily.

AI know, the man said, gulping, and looking at Tidus. Tidus noticed there was great fear in his dark brown eyes, and the man was also on the verge of tears. ANooj says Im replaceable.

At that, they broke through the doors, and sure enough, right there in front of the lab were people everywhere.

Men marched and shot with weapons, spells were being cast.

The young soldier uncuffed Tidus, and then ran off, running as quick as he could.

The field was very large, and stretched on further than Tidus could see. It was dark, and there was no moon.

A few raindrops fell and hit Tidus in the face, but all Tidus could do was watch. He saw Bevelle on his side, shooting off toward Zanarkand, his own side.

He turned around to run, only to fall to his knees. His head suddenly hurt horribly, and the pain was so intense that he fell over, his already hurting head slamming into the hard ground below him.

AWhats wrong with me? he cried, as rain slammed into his open eyes. His vision was beginning to blur, and the formation of two deep fangs began to occur inside of his mouth.

He lifted himself up, but could no longer tell which side was his and which side was Bevelles. All he could tell was that he was thirsty. He wanted to kill them all.

And so he did.

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AThirsty? it was none other than the old Nooj, lifting a wooden glass of water to Tidus.

AWhere am I? Tidus asked, rubbing his eyes. As they adjusted, he realized he was back inside the laboratory, although this time he wasnt shackled. He was simply thrown in the prison.

Nooj sat there in his wheelchair, and let out a soft laugh.

AThat uniform looks good on you, he said, AAnd I think youll be happy to know that Ive promoted you.

Tidus looked down, only to see a metal shining in his face. A cape, much like Nooj and Leblanc wore, was draped over his shoulders.

AI dont want this! Tidus cried, attempting to tear the cape off.

AAh, but you do, Nooj said, ACome on now, were old buddies. You act as if were enemies.

AEver heard the phrase let the dead rest? Tidus just said, his voice sounding whiny.

AWhat makes you think you were ever dead? Nooj asked softly.

Tidus glared at Nooj.

AAnyhow, good work today, Nooj said, nodding toward the door, AI think youll be happy to see your work?

Two soldiers came in then, grabbing Tidus wrist. They pulled Tidus through the laboratory, following Nooj. They went out the same door as Tidus had been through earlier, and then stopped, releasing Tidus.

Tidus staggered forward, unable to believe what he saw. It was no longer raining, and the moon was now shining bright, revealing a field of an endless amount of bodies. All of them were soaked in blood, mercilessly murdered.

Falling to his knees, Tidus cried, AI did that?

Nooj just smiled and nodded.

Tidus covered his face in his hands, unable to bear what he saw lying in front of him. All of them deadBand all because of him.

Nooj and the two soldiers left him, but it took Tidus a long time to realize it. When he came to, he stood up shakily, taking in the view of all of the dead bodies.

He took a few steps forward, looking into the lifeless eyes of a few that he killed. He stopped though, upon seeing the mangled body of the young Bevellian soldier who had led him out before. His brown eyes no longer looked fearful, but dull and glazed over instead, staring at that sky.

Tidus turned around quickly, only to run into the two soldiers, who quickly clasped him.

ABack to the dungeon with you, they murmured, and dragged him back inside.

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Tidus couldnt have been more miserable. He sat there in his cell, staring blankly to the other side, thinking of nothing but the endless amounts of dead bodies and the young soldier who he had killed. Nooj wasnt going to win the war and neither was Bevelle. Tidus was. Only, for the wrong side.

Tidus slammed his head hard into the stone floor beneath him, eager to feel any pain he possibly could. The torture of the chair would have felt like nothing to him. He deserved anything and everything.

Through his tears, he realized that what he really deserved was to be dead. Perhaps Nooj was right. Had he not even been dead? Maybe just asleep?

He knew he had to have been though. Everything told him he was. He could still remember the feeling. The feeling of complete numbness. He couldnt feel a single thing. Then, darkness.

Tidus eyes looked around his cell for a long time, and then, in the corner, he saw something. It was a long, sharp shard of glass. How it got there, he didnt know.

His eyes stared at it for the longest time, before he finally crawled over to it. He continued to stare at it, unblinking, before he finally took it, and raised it over his chest.

He continued to stare at it, his eyes wide in fear. Then, sharply, he jabbed it into himself, continually, feeling blood begin to leak down his chest, until he could feel no more.