Disclaimer: I do not own Super Robot Monkey Team Hyper Force Go or any of the characters therein. They are the property of Disney. I make no money from this post, so no suing please.
The Sensation
The battle is over. People are cheering somewhere in the distance. I can hear the vaguely, see their shadows moving within the smoke. No matter how close the shadows appear they never come into focus. The voices of the crowd are only a murmur, low, indistinct above the pounding of my own heart. Don't they know? Can't they see the power I commanded in that battle? Don't they know that I still hold it in my failing grasp?
There is no way they know the truth of it. If they did, the people would be running right now, screaming in fear of what I am instead of cheering my name. "Chiro" is the name of the monster they cheer. It is my name.
I am the chosen one. That is what everyone keeps telling me; it is what the people believe and what the monkeys, so it must be so. Yet, if I am the chosen one, why do I feel this way? Why do I doubt my own sanity?
My world is a haze of green light, of the primal urges of a hidden beast that rake my mind like animal claws. Raw power courses through my veins like wildfire. It burns my senses, searing away my humanity one agonizing piece at a time. Power is torture, the torment of mind and body. How can anything good feel so wrong?
The smoke is beginning to clear now but I still cling to this monstrous form, afraid that in letting go I will leave myself behind. This power is a part of me. It surges with every breath I take and flickers in time with the beat of my human heart. It consumes my soul.
Mandarin calls it the "inner ape". It is the beast from within, my own primitive instincts given life in the form of a great, green ape. This form is me.
My breath catches in my throat suddenly as an earlier wound becomes my undoing. Pain flares to life, colliding with the pain power brings and drowning me in an uncontrollable torrent. The green of my world shatters as my grip on consciousness falters. I hear the monkeys yell, dimly aware that I am beginning to fall but not caring one bit. The power is gone now, lost in a gut wrenching instant that has left my senses reeling.
"I have lost myself." The thought is clear in my mind as the ground reaches up to take me. "I have lost." There is a split second when I taste blood and dirt before darkness falls. Darkness and more pain….
When next my eyes open, Gibson is leaning over me. His hand on my shoulder tells me he isn't done examining me yet, so I stay still and let him finish. With the application of a numbing agent and the addition of a bandage around my middle, the hand is finally removed. "Are you all right, Chiro?" Gibson asks.
The question is not an inquiry after my physical well being. Gibson knows the answer to that full well. No. He wants to know how I feel on the inside, where the power itself does the worst of the damage. Taking a quick inventory of my mental self, I rise to my elbows and slowly nod my head. Movement is a mistake on my part.
I stifle a cry as the world begins to spin and my vision blurs. Several hands (those of my team) reach out to lower me back to the ground and Gibson sighs. "You have a concussion from your fall, Chiro. You should not move for the time being." The scientist motions to the rest of the group and a stretcher is borrowed from the nearby medical team. Ambulances are always nearby after battles like this. Although, thankfully, I appear to be the only one hurt this time.
As the monkeys wave away the help of the medical teams and help me onto the stretcher, I take a moment to smile and wave to the people still standing in the smoke. Like a racecar driver after a crash, I have to let the public know that I am going to be okay. At least, I will be fine on the outside anyway.
The days to follow in the medical lab will be spent with Antauri meditating. Such methods are the only way I can keep myself sane, the only way to pick up the pieces of my humanity and put them back into place. Otherwise, the Power Primate itself would have killed me long ago…or the part of me that makes me human anyway.
People unleash a fresh wave of cheers as they see me waving. This time, I can hear their joyous roar in my ears. My senses are not dulled now by the beast, but who is to say what the next battle will bring?
One of these days, I will loose myself to that monster. I will become the beast that I try so hard to keep hidden. More beast than boy, more ape than man, I am trapped all ready, for I am addicted to it.
I am addicted to the power. I am addicted to the feeling. I am addicted…to the sensation.
I am the chosen one.
I am the beast.
I am Chiro.
I am.
Moonlessnight: There you have it: part two of this one shot collection. As you might have guessed, this fiction was all about Chiro. I was wondering (for who knows what reason) what must be going through his head when he goes all ape on the show. This is my answer to the question. Do you like it?