Hiya... I was a little lazy with this one. It's not completely my fault though! I started reading Whispers and well became engrossed in it. I basically did like a HUGE writing session kind of thing last night, getting over 5,000 words. I think that got me moving.. But anyway, I hope this one isn't underdeveloped or anything. I feel like it might be, but oh well.

Not Strange, Just Different
Chapter 8 The Encroaching Thought
He glides across the room in his chair, scalpel in hand; coming from his desk, making his way over to the table. A nice new subject lays there, ready to be cut open. He brings the scalpel up in the air, the overhead light causing a beam to shoot into the subjects eye. He lowers the knife down onto the warm skin of the animal, gliding the blade across.
He soaks in the color of the red liquid while Spirit sits in his room, talking to Kami. They were laying in bed next to each other, and had just finished doing you know what. This was something they did very often, to be perfectly honest.
At this point they were very close to each other, and barely left each other's sight. Kami didn't get jealous anymore, mainly because over the years Spirit has gotten a lot better at hiding things from her; he didn't really worry about it either, he was just so used to it now.
He was always with other girls, but he liked Kami the best by far. He actually loved her, and the others were simply for his entertainment. Seems wrong right? He couldn't really see that, though. Either that, or he just didn't really care about it too much.
Stein was cutting through the gastroesophageal tube, writing down various observations and findings from his current experiment. He could always tell when Spirit was doing that one thing with Kami, and it got rather annoying that often times he would use soul perception and have to know that that was happening.
He was glad that they were done, it was rather ignorant of Spirit. He could be doing things that were actually productive or worth his time, not that. Of course, he could be helping out Stein. He always rejected the offer; and by the way he refused, he could tell it wouldn't happen any time soon. He was getting bored with animals, but what could he do?
Stein was basically done with the dissection, so he set the scalpel down. He started wheeling to the kitchen, yes the kitchen, because he had to make dinner for him and his partner and his girl friend. He was the only one that knew how to cook, surprisingly, so he always had that job. He was never even hungry, it was just Spirit. He could swear that Spirit could eat all day nonstop, and still not be full.
When he got everything ready (of course washing his hands before doing so, considering he did just do a dissection), he kicked off the wall, shooting himself into his room. He almost made it, but the wheel happened to just barely hit one of Spirit's shoes (he never put things away, much unlike Stein). Because of this, Stein flew back and hit his head off the doorway.

They were teenagers now. Stein and Spirit had moved in together a while ago, and it had actually been going pretty well. Other than the usual bickering and picking on each other, they really didn't fight much. There had been a few occasions, but not anything else besides that.

When they moved in, Stein finally had some furniture again. The furniture the two boys had was very similar to the old stuff they had: Spirit's actually was the same since he had just brought everything from his house there, and Stein, of course, just got some stuff that was similar to what he had. But it was little different.

Stein comforter was still a black one, but it had stitches running all across the entire thing, the stitches coming from everyhwere in different directions. His walls also had stitches covering them, just as his bookshelves did. Spirit got that he liked dissecting, but what he didn't get is why he would want his furniture to look as if it had been cut open.

He got another desk and chair; this time the chair was basically the same as the one he has as an adult. It had white and green fabric, and stitches in the spots where the two colors met. He practically lived in this chair. He was always at his desk researching, studying; except, of course, when he was dissecting. Then he would wheel over to the area in his room that was set up for dissecting.

That was the major thing that was different. The little area was a lot like his father's, but for some reason he never saw the comparison. Spirit never really got it either, as the only time he was in the man's lab it was pretty dark, so he never got a good view of the place.
Stein did dissections fairly often, and had been getting quite good at it. His incisions were becoming more precise, he had started learning more from it, and had even begun going experiments. So now it wasn't just from a craving, he was actually figuring out stuff. Some nights he wouldn't go to sleep so he could do just one more dissection, or just one more experiment.
Spirit continued doing what he did best: talking to girls. He was now dating Kami, but was not completely dedicated to her. He would still go around and flirt and do stuff with other girls without her ever finding out. In that way, he was actually very good at being sneaky.
Him and Kami had been dating for at least a year or more, and they had very strong feelings for each other. Kami still got mad at Spirit over the stupidest things, just like she did when they first started to get close to each other when they were younger.
Stein and Spirit were, by far, the best weapon-meister pair at the academy, and had been doing a lot of training over the last few years. They had so many stances, techniques, and various things they would do to help them fight mastered, that it was hard to believe.
Stein was a genius at using soul force at this point. He had put in a lot of extra time practicing it, and that time, in fact, was worth it. He could nearly knock someone unconscious with one blow if he tried hard enough. And along with that, he had also become very good at adapting his soul accordingly to other peoples'.
His soul was very large and very flexible, able to nullify anyone's attacks when he would modify his to match his opponent's. This had come in handy in many cases over the years, as they had gone on a lot of missions at that point.
Him and Spirit had been doing so well; and from running miles and lifting weights and doing various things, Stein was very close to earning the title of being the best meister, the one his own father currently had. Considering he hadn't graduated yet and he was this close, he could easily make that title by the time he is done.
He fought kids on a regular basis, half the time ending up being stopped by his partner. Kids would sometimes want to fight him to see if they were capable of defeating him, which of course they were not, or they would just annoy him to the point that he would go after them. Another reason is that beating a kid in a very painful manner pleased him very much, and often released some of the tension from him.
Most people feared him, to be perfectly honest. They never dared to mess with him, and didn't like to get in his way at all. He was generally a fairly nice person if he didn't see you as being annoying, but once you get him going you will pay for it big time.
The madness wavelengths were definitely still around. He did hallucinate still, and did have nightmares, and it would often make him want to do very, very bad things to people. But luckily he was able to resist his urges, and hadn't done anything major to anyone.
At this point he was also very use to having little to no sleep; between experimenting and dissecting all night, reading, and nightmares. Due to all of these things he was habituated to getting little sleep, and it didn't really affect him much anymore. This was helpful because he stopped being late to class, for that reason anyway.
He would often bring his scalpel to the academy, just so he could scare the living crap out of people. He never really intended on doing much with it, but he loved the reaction he got out of people when he would stick it right up to them.
Once he snuck up behind Spirit when he was kissing Kami, and he saw the scalpel out of the corner of his eyes and jumped. He had ended up head butting Kami, so of course she got mad at Stein for scaring him like that. He also used this as a motivation to get his partner up for school in the morning. Although Stein was okay with no sleep, Spirit was just the opposite.
Even though he hadn't experimented on him yet at this point, it still gave him the creeps. He didn't like the way the scalpel looked, especially after having seen his father with one. But, of course, that is perfectly understandable.
Their appearance was almost the same. They were taller, that's for sure, and were bascially fully grown. Stein hadn't experimented on himself yet, so he still just had the set of stitches running across his chest. His clothes were different, now being the same as when he is an adult.
Spirit's clothes were not that way though, they were actually rather close to when he was a kid for some reason. I guess he didn't feel a need to change things up, that's all. Another thing that stayed the same was his long, bright red hair. It is and always will be that long length that always got in his face.
As for Marie. She didn't look much different, but she looked more like a teenager, almost like a young woman. They were 16, so they should have grown quite a lot. She still has the same hair like Spirit does, only her's is blonde, long and wavy.
She still loved Stein to death, and those feelings only got stronger over the years. She was always nice to him, and he should have been able to tell by now. But even with the hug, and the thing Kami had said a while back, the clues had never connected in his mind. She really wished he would feel the same way, but it didn't seem to be happening.
She did, however, get him to warm up more. He was often around her, simply because he could at least tell she wanted that. When at the academy, he would often listen to her tell him about things that happened at home or throughout her day. He listened, but his mind was usually half focused on other things along with that; being science, of course.
He didn't really mind listening to her talk, walking around with her, helping her out with homework when she was having trouble, or just with other little things; and it always thrilled Marie when he would do things for her. She thought it was the cutest thing in the world. Though he was tough, she saw a soft side in him that not many other people did.
Since he was still affected by the madness, she could still tell something was off. Whenever things seemed worse, she would always worry. She still didn't really know what was going on exactly, but over the years she had started to get a basic idea. She always tried to go with the little knowledge she had, and tried to help him out if she could. Just simple things like comfort him, even if he didn't see it that way, and it appeared to help to some degree. This pleased her greatly.
Whenever he had his scalpel out, she was the only one that wouldn't run away. He never got this, but it was because she knew why he did it. She knew he wouldn't hurt anyone (she was at least fairly certain), so it didn't really scare her. She also knew that out of everyone he knew, she would be one of the last people he would want to hurt, anyway.

Stein's dissection had actually been something he was doing to take a break from studying. He had been studying quite often, to be honest. Not a specimen, even if that's what he would prefer to study, but school material. Most nights he would study for hours, dissect something or read, and study for another few hours.
Spirit, on the other hand, did not. You would rarely ever find him studying for more than 15 minutes a day. He tried to get himself to, but he didn't have a very good attention span. He would often start studying, and after 10 minutes his thoughts would start to drift off into Spirit Land. He would spend the remaining 5 minutes going back and forth between paying attention and Spirit Land, until he would finally give up for the night.
Marie studied fairly well, actually. She would study for a few hours, but not as much as Stein would. She could always tell when he would study more than usual. Although he was used to getting very little sleep, there were still those days when he would be a little more tired than usual. She always loved watching him struggle to keep his eyes open, or when he would jerk awake during the middle of class due to something like a sudden noise.
It was pretty funny, and Spirit seemed to think so as well. He usually made remarks to Stein saying that he should get more sleep. Stein would say, "In your dreams," in response, and Spirit would say, "At least I have dreams," back. This always made him get a glare from Stein. And when he said "At least I have dreams," it techincally had two meanings. Even when Stein would sleep, he had nightmares, not dreams.
Anyway, by far, Stein cared about the upcoming test the most out of everyone. He just wanted to benefit from going to the academy as much as possible, as he does not want it to be a waste of time. This test was supposed to be very hard, and it was to most people. But because of all his studying, it was actually a rather simple test. It was an exam. The super written exam.
They had finished with dinner and Spirit was washing the dishes; since Stein cooked, he could clean up afterwards. Kami finally went home before he started to clean, and Stein went into his room to study for the exam again. He had already studied for 3 hours today, but he still wasn't satisfied.
He rolled over to his desk, and got out the notebook he used for school. At this point, he had learned just about all there is to learn. So he was lightening up a bit with studying, but it was still pretty intense, as you can already tell.
It would always make him really mad when he would be trying to study, and a hallucination would destract him so he couldn't. That wasted time. But luckily he didn't have the problem tonight, so he was able to concentrate.
Spirit had just finished washing and drying the dishes, and put them all back in their proper place. As he did this he realized that he still hadn't studied, and dread rushed over him. He hated studying. It was, by far, the last thing he wanted to do. So he hunched his back, and sauntered back to his room, trying to think of an excuse as to why he could get out of studying.
He plopped down onto his bed, and stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before grabbing the baseball that was on his nightstand. He started throwing it up into the air, catching it as it came back down to him. He did this for a few minutes, trying to do anything but study.. Ugh! studying.
He threw it up in the air once more, but on the way down he didn't catch it. No, instead he missed and the ball hit him in the eye. He curled up slightly as he said, "Ow!" He then rolled onto his stomach, and spoke aloud into his pillow; the pillow his face was now burried in.
"Maybe I should just study." After he said this he got up from his bed and started working. He couldn't concentrate, but he just kept trying so he wouldn't fail the stupid test.
Stein was having better luck, and had actually made some progess. He went on a little longer, until his total was up to 4 hours, the basic goal he liked to reach every day. He closed everything up, and decided he could clean up the dissection from earlier, as he hadn't taken the time to do so yet.
He cleaned it like he always did, and put everything back; everything except for the scalpel. He took some time to look at the blade, and appreciate just how sharp it really was. Spirit's "soul mate" was Kami, and Stein's was his scalpel. He would probably have a heart attack if he were to lose it.
He didn't really feel like starting another dissection, nor did he want to study. In the end, he decided that even though he would wake up early, he would just go to sleep. Maybe this way he can make up for the lost sleep that has built up over time.
He took off his lab coat and threw it so it was resting on the back of his chair. He changed into a pair of sweat pants, ones that only extend to the knee. Lastly he took off his shirt, exposing his now well developed muscles. Due to training so much, he was actually pretty well built. It also helped that he didn't have any fat, just muscle, so you could always see the shape of his muscles well.
He climbed into bed, pulling up the covers to be just over his shoulders. When he would get in bed, he never understood why he didn't like to sleep; he was always just so comfortable. It was a chance for his mind, and body to relax (until the nightmares came, at least), which never happened during the day. His mind was always running, nonstop.
He laid there for about 15 minutes until his mind slowed down enough, and he started to drift off into sleep. This was probably one of the only times he was asleep before Spirit was. Right now he was playing a video game, and it was his favorite one since he got to blow stuff up. He actually didn't go to sleep for another hour or two.
Stein slept, and slept, and no nightmares came. Until he was asleep for a couple hours, at least. When he had a nightmare, they could occur at any time throughout his sleep cycle. But they always seemed to happen when he was in more of a deep sleep. This is natural, of course, for it to occur most often when he was in the middle of REM sleep, as this is the time when you are more likely to be thrown into a dream state.
The nightmare opened up that he was sitting in his room studying like he did a good majority of the time that he spent at home, of course, when he wasn't dissecting something. He was just looking through his notebook, when all of the sudden he was in a deep red liquid, just like he had seen on his way home from his first day at the academy.
Except, there was one thing different. He had that same extreme pain from breathing it in, as he wasn't able to hold his breath forever. And he was just floating in it, seeing nothing but the blood. The different thing, however, was that there was something with him. It was hands. A bunch of tattered, qrotesque hands.
They were all moving towards him, seeming as if they were trying to get him. Which, in fact, they were. The disembodied hands were getting closer, surrounding him completely. Stein tried to get away, but they were just everywhere. There was no opening to get away, and the minute the hands saw (Death knows how they saw) that he was trying to get away, they started to grab him. Some grabbed onto his hands, some his arm, legs, feet, and one his neck.
They had a death grip, which was actually increasing by the minute. They started to grab onto him so hard that their glass-like finger nails started to puncture his skin. This was very painful, of course. The more the finger nails went into his skin, the more it hurt. He noticed that his own blood was starting to mix into the blood he was submersed in.
One hand actually broke a vein. Because it was more of a major blood supply, the blood he was in actually started to get into his own. Anyone that has done some sort of research on blood or just has some basic knowledge, for that matter, knows that different blood types can't be mixed. His was different.
He was hoping that it wasn't, but it was. He could instantly tell. The other blood started to flow through his veins and course through his body. Something else he knew was that when two blood types mix, it results in death. At the time being he didn't know it was a nightmare, so he was actually scared that he was going to die.
He could feel his blood start to clot. It hurt. It wasn't just pain, it was something so much more than that. It was even worse than when his father cut him open, that's how bad it was. The feeling of less and less blood flow through his body due to the clotting was undescribable.
When he started feeling the pain of the blood clotting, in real life he clenched his teeth and grabbed ahold of his comforter, holding it very tightly in his fingers. He started sweating and shaking.
Because it was clogging, he had very poor circulation in many areas, if any. This resulted in different areas of his body going cold. It was so cold, an almost painful kind of cold. He also started losing feeling in those areas. The first place to go was the arm that had the vein that had been broken. He couldn't move his fingers, he couldn't move his hand. Then the feeling of complete numbness quickly started to spread up his entire arm. It was like a wave of coldness.
As everything started getting colder, he curled up in his bed, pulling the covers up to him, still holding onto the thing for his dear life. He started to tremble worse than before.
The pain continued to increase, the clotting never ceased, and his circulation was extremely poor. He would have been screaming, but he couldn't. He was submersed in liquid, his lungs and throat wouldn't allow that to happen.
Just as he felt everything was completely numb, and his life was a second from ending, his eyes shot open. He gasped for breathe as if he really hadn't been able to breath, and took in a large amount of air. He tightened his grip on the comforter as he tried to get his breathe back, shaking with fear. He was in a cold sweat.
He thought he was free of everything, but he wasn't. A large shadow-like thing started to loom over him. It was almost like a large cloud of smoke that had the basic shape of a body. It was like a person wearing a large cape of smoke, actually. The edges of the cloud were very rough, but there was still a definite outline.
As the thing crept closer to him, he started to sit up in his bed, backing into the corner of his room. The thing seemed to have something in his hand. It was a... scalpel? He saw this, and shot back. The instant he hit the wall and felt how cold it was on his bare skin, it reminded him of the dream and made him start to shake and tremble even more than when he was having the dream.
He let out a short, raspy scream. As the thing got over top of him, he cowered down, sweat running down the side of his face. He started to hear a thousand whispers mixing with laughter. It was a strange sound. It started getting louder and louder, almost to a painful volume.
He put his arms up to his ears, closing his eyes to shield himself from the sight of the cloud thing in front of him. After he closed his eyes, he felt the blade of the scalpel it had make contact with his skin. This made him jump and turn, smaking his elbow into the wall. The thing started to carve a line down Stein's side, and he felt the blood start to run down his skin.
He let out another scream, and the whispers and laughter got louder. He curled up even more than he already was. The thing lifted his blade off his side, and the instant he did that Stein lunged at the shape. He jumped forward from the corner, and swung his arm out at the thing. The minute his arms swept right through the cloud, it faded away and the whispers went to and abrupt stop.
He just grabbed his covers and pulled them up to himself and sat in bed, trying to keep his breathing under control. He slowly, but finally, stopped shaking.
He looked over at the nightstand that stood next to his bed and grabbed the alarm clock. He looked at it, seeing that it was only 3:47. He sat it back down onto the nightstand, leaning back into the wall and taking one final big breath after.
He laid back down in bed and tried to get comfortable again. Eventually he did so and drifted of into sleep. It was actually kind of surprising that he had been able to go back to sleep as easily as he had; you actually could have expected him to not at all.
He slept through the rest of the night rather peacefully compared to before, and woke up seeing that it was now 7:34. That's better. He got up out of bed and went over to his desk, pulling out a notebook and writing down what had happened earlier.
He didn't write down everything at this point since he had so many dang nightmares and hallucinations that it would be too hard, but he still, however, wrote down the worst and most frightening experiences he had with things like that; and those two things happened to fit nicely into that category.
Once he finished recording it in great detail like always, he started looking through some of the things he had down already. One that got his attention more than some of the others was one that he had wrote down last week. It was a nightmare of a dissection he was doing. He was dissecting Spirit. He was sure it meant nothing, but it still got to him. The fear in Spirit's eyes was the worst part.
Sure he was sadistic, but he was still kind of protective over Spirit. He did mess with him, but that was little stuff; it was never anything that would really hurt him, just minor pain.
He read a couple more and put the notebook back, pulling out another one that had what he needed to study for school.
He studied for a few hours, put a shirt on, then went out of his room to see if Spirit was up or not. He had been thinking about the nightmare he had last week. Whenever he would start to think about it, for some reason he wanted to be around Spirit.
He was just in the living room sitting on the couch, watching TV like he always did on a Saturday. Stein sat down in the chair that was next to the couch.
"Hey, what are you doing out here?" Spirit said this, seeming confused that he would actually leave his room, as that is something he didn't do too often.
"I just wanted a break from studying. I got bored." Spirit's eyes widened a little bit.
"You got bored of studying? And came out here? Holy crap it's the apocolypse." Stein sent him a very light glare, one that wasn't meant to do much.
"I can't stay in there forever."
"That is very true, Stein. It isn't normal for a kid to stay in their room all day. It may be if they live with their parents, but not their weapon partner."
"I am just not much of a people person."
"You've got that right." Stein looked over at Spirit, and thought of the nightmare. He could never do that to him. It just wasn't right. He knew how terrible it was when his father did it; he didn't want him to go through that, too.
Then the insane part of him started to kick in. What if I did? What would really happen? Why not take advantage of having a fresh human body available? You're running out of animals do tear into anyway. What could it hurt?
He instantly shook his head, trying to clear those thoughts out of his mind. They started to creep back, so he just tried harder. They were gone, so he just looked at the TV. Spirit had been watching a channel that had music videos on it. He was listening to rock music, which was what he listened to most often. Some things he listened to could almost be considered metal or alternative, but mainly rock.
Stein didn't really understand why he liked music so much, but he too liked it sometimes. Sometimes he would be in his room dissecting something, and his partner would have his stereos turned up to a very loud volume. He could hear it coming into his room, and actually didn't mind. It was sort of nice.
Stein actually got into it a bit, and stayed with Spirit for an hour and a half. He was surprised that so much time had passed, but in a sense, he didn't mind. He never did that stuff, and it was something different for a change. At the end of one video, the insane thought of dissecting the red head came floating back, so he got up.
"Where are you going?" Spirit seemed confused by him suddenly getting up.
"I need to go to my room. I have to study something." He didn't really know what he was going to study, he just didn't want to be there.
"Okay. We need to do this again sometime."
"Yeah, we do. Maybe later we can." Stein and Spirit honestly liked sitting there together. They had even talked a bit and joked around. It was weird to see Stein be so normal, so it was always welcome when it happened, which was pretty rare.
He went into his room, shutting and locking the door behind him. He started to think.
"I can't do that. It would be wrong of me, sick even." His thoughts switched over. "How would it be sick? It would be fun. You know you want to." They switched once again. "I know that I want to... but I just couldn't. I can't betray his trust like that, he has actually been more tolerable lately. I can't ruin that. It's wrong, plain and simple."
He was almost having a fight with himself. The sane and insane parts trying to win over the other, to get what they want and need. He has always tried his best not to follow the insane side since basically only bad things happend when he did. He enjoyed them, but they were still bad.
He got himself to stop fighting, and went over to his desk. He directed his thoughts to school, and it stayed that way for the remainder of the afternoon.
Marie sat in her room, listening to music as she danced around holding a notebook. She too was studying like Stein, and listening to music like Spirit. The difference was that she liked pop, not rock. She was bouncing around her room, reading what she had wrote down a couple weeks ago.
She always had to be doing something else when she studied, and this usually ended up being it. She was actually fairly good at studying and got good grades. This made her parents happy, they never really had to badger her to do her work; they just kind of expected her to.
She thought about Stein and how she thought he was cute, and fell back plopping onto her bed. She let out a loud sigh, wondering why he wouldn't just be more open with people, more specifically her. She just thought he was aborable, kind, and amazing.
He really was kind to her. He always helped her carry stuff, helped her with school work, walked with her to different classes they had together. He would always listen to her complain about different things, talk about her emotions, and listen to her rant about the stuff she read about in her magazines.
She was a classic girl, but for some reason he put up with it. It was because she was so nice to him, she thought. And it really was. No other girl treated him that way, and since she wasn't a total snob, that made her a lot more tolerable than others.
Kami was laying on her stomach on her bed, propped up by her elbows. She had her legs crossed and bent, almost touching her back. She was reading a magazine, also listening to pop. She was reading about different hair styles, and thinking about what she and Spirit had done last night.
This made her smile, and then she wished she was with Spirit again. She just loved being around him. They had been dating for a long time now and were very close, she could tell him anything. She trusted him, and he never actually did tell people her secrets, just like promised. Considering the fact that he was always with other girls, that was a little hard to believe.
She didn't know this, though. She was comletely oblivious, and never suspected a thing. He was lucky for that, for if she were to find out, she would flip out on him. There is no way they would date anymore, and both of them would be crushed. They would really miss each other.
When he was just about done studying, he heard someone knock on his door. It was Spirit, of course. Since they were the only people that lived in that house, he didn't even have to use soul perception.
He got up and walked to his door, unlocking it once he got there.
"When's dinner going to be ready?" This was a question that Stein got asked most evenings, and this was basically his signal to start making dinner. He never really got hungry, so it was up to Spirit.
"It won't be long. I will get started in a couple minutes."
"Okay, thanks," Spirit said this, leaving Stein after he finished.
Stein didn't bother shutting his door since he would need to open it in a minute anyway. He went over to his desk and put away all of his school stuff for the day. He decided after dinner he could do a dissection or two.
He went out of his room and into the kitchen, and started to make dinner. Like mentioned before, he learned how to cook as a kid. Since Spirit never had to, he just had Stein do it. It would honestly be the easier thing to do, and he didn't really mind. Since he never slept really, it's not like he didn't have the time for it.
He didn't usually study as much as he has been lately, but the super written exam is on Monday, so he had to be ready for it.
After 30 minutes, dinner was ready and Spirit was out at the table with Stein. Spirit did most of the talking, Stein did most of the listening, and soon they were done. Towards the end, Stein started to get the thoughts of dissecting his parnter again.
He tried his best to ignore them, but each time the thought entered his mind, it was harder to block it out. He just left Spirit again, leaving him to do the dishes like always. They thought it was fair if Stein cooked and Spirit cleaned up; which, in all honesty, it really was.
He got to his room, and instead of dissecting his parnter he got a nice, squirmy bird. For some reason, he prefered them to most animals. He didn't really know why, he just did.
He started cutting into the animal, but the thought kept creeping from the back of his mind no matter how much he pushed it back. This was starting to irritate him. He really needed to do something about this. He couldn't stand it. He had to think of something.
He let out his frustration by mauling the bird, slaughtering it completely. He honestly enjoyed that, but the clean up was rather boring in comparison. He didn't take long, though, since he was used to it by now.
He looked in the notebook he had for his current experiments, and started working on them a bit. The whole time throughout, he kept getting ideas for new ones, and new things kept popping up that he would have to test for his current one to be complete. He knew this one would take a while, but he didn't really care. He liked doing this.
He experimented and tested for a few hours, actually making a good amount of progress. Forget what was said earlier; he doesn't just like doing this, he loved it. He could work for days and days on end without running out of things to test. So he worked a little more, feeling a strong want to learn more.
He finally finished, and put everything away, back to their proper place. He sat down in his chair the wrong way, resting his arms on the back of the chair. He sat his forhead down on it as well, so now his face was buried. He started thinking. And thinking. He needed something. His thoughts were directed to something else.
Everything felt... weird. There was a sound of a thick liquid dripping, dripping, and dripping more. He lifted his head to see what it was, when a drop of the thick substance dropped onto his head. He looked up, seeing that the ceiling was practically melting away.
It was melting, turning into liquid, dripping down. He looked at the walls, and they started to do the same thing. Next his bed, then his desk, then his bookshelf. His chair started to melt away, so he jumped off and back from it, looking at it half in amazement.
Everything was blending together, creating a large blob of whatever you want to call it. He stood there, and just watched it all around him. He did nothing else but just stare at it, at least he thought that. In reality he was still sitting in his chair with his head buried.
He sat like that for at least a good hour or two. Then before he knew it, he had his fingers wrapped tightly around his scalpel. He needed it. He had to. There was nothing else that he wanted. He was free to be used. Why not? He laughed a little bit.
It's fine. I know it. I can. I need to.
He started charging down the hall, knife in hand, a nice and wide grin painted on his face.
Spirit laid sleeping in his bed, dreaming about his precious Kami. He was totally oblivious. This is perfect. Why did I not think of it sooner?
He got to his partner's bedroom, and opened the door as quietly as possible. He made sure that all of the lights were off outside of the room. He could hear someone.
"Come on. Do it already. This is what you need. You want it, I know you do." He let out a bit of quiet, almost silent laughter as he approached the bed. He held out his knife, and stared at it for a minute.
"What are you waiting for. DO IT!" He hesitated, but soon his knife was lowering towards the boy.
He was less than an inch away from his skin, when he realized what he was doing. He saw the knife in his hand, realizing what he was about to do. He instantly slipped the scalpel into his pocket, and shook a little. He backed out of the room, then walked back to his room at a rather fast pace.
He quickly slammed the door shut, making sure he locked it. He started pacing back and forth in his room, thoughts and fear racing.
How did that happen? How did I get that close to him without even realizing it? Oh yeah, the madness, that's right. I need to figure out something. Something bad will happen if I don't.
Quickly his mind started working, trying to come up with something he could do to get that thought out of his mind. He couldn't have it floating around him constantly, he just couldn't. He thought, and thought, and thought.
He had been writing stuff down in different notebooks as a way to physically look at his thoughts, a way to plan stuff out. He organized his thoughts, had ideas, threw out some, saved others. He would think, would figure out something, but one thing would make him realize that it wouldn't quite work.
This would have to work perfectly. It had to be guaranteed to stop the thoughts that were so... wrong. He almost had it, but then one minor thing crushed his new hope.
He almost had it again, but then lost it multiple times throughout multiple hours. He finally got it. That was it! This had to work.
He started making the thing he would need for his new experiment, the experiment that had to have postive results. It just had to. He worked, and worked on his new idea. He was progressing very fastly, half running on excitement, the other half coming from the fear of knowing how little time he had to work it out. He had no time to waste.
After a couple hours of trial and error, he had it done. It was complete. Now it was time to figure out how to use it. This is the fun part.

Like I said Voltage-Fox, I AM using that nightmare! And I am going to get started on the next chapter tomorrow night. I wonder what he could be up to...? HAHA! You guys have to wait to find out!