Chapter 5--Uncontrolled
Chaos' world was black pain.
He felt it gnawing him physically and mentally, trapping his consciousness inside its iron bars.
There was something else as well, a kind of call that beckoned him toward some kind of peace—or oblivion. He knew his body had already given in; he could feel himself running on nothing but instinctive reactions.
He was a prisoner in his own body.
Chaos struggled against it all, trying desperately to regain control. He railed in fury, but the darkness refused to release its painful grip.
Yuffie, Vincent, I'm sorry…
"Chaos!"
He felt his head snap up at Yuffie's call, and he redoubled his efforts to regain control before his instincts got her killed.
"Chaos, get it together!"
I'm trying, beloved. He railed again, feeling himself moving forward, and desperate to keep whatever force was commanding his body from hurting his mate.
"Chaos!" Yuffie called as the woman in red went down under the demon's claws
He snapped his head up to look at her. Chaos' eyes narrowed and he started advancing on her, killing intent evident in his stance.
Yuffie backed up against Reeve. "Oh, not good." She swallowed heavily, then shouted, "Chaos get it together!"
Something like recognition flickered in the demon's eyes for a moment. Then with a shake of his head and a snarl of rage, he leapt at them. Reeve grabbed her and tried to dive out of the way, but Yuffie knew it wouldn't save them—Chaos was far too fast for that.
A single gunshot rang out as the demon slammed full force into her chest.