Amir sat on his bed, holding his head in his hands. His face twisting in a sharp grimace as another hot lance of pain twisted it's way through him. The buzzing between his eyes intensified, like static electricity between two nodes. He felt something trickle down his lip, and realized that his nose was bleeding. His stomach growled and groaned like a ravenous beast.
'Amir~' There it was, the voice, he had heard it before, he was sure. Its sweet tone and singsong mimicry was both tantalizing and concerning.
He let out a short gasp as more pain erupted in his head. His stomach roared in hunger, begging to be fed.
'You're hungry, child.'Suddenly, his legs straightened and walked themselves to the window. Amir panicked, and he stumbled as a result. He caught himself at the window sill, his eyes drinking in the lights of Vale across the river.
'A feast awaits you, child. You merely need to go claim it.'His mouth watered at the prospect, all that food, ripe for the taking, and who could stop him? He was big and strong, no one could beat him. If anyone did get in his way, then he could just kill them, or maim them, rip them limb from limb, crush them, destroy them!
"Or devour them~"
Something wet dropped onto his face. Wiping it off with his hand, he brought it before his eyes.
His nose was bleeding a black fluid, and his every muscle burned with intensity.
'I just need some rest, I'm just too tired and I'm hallucinating.' He thought, before quickly wiping the black substance off and settling back on the bed, the nosebleed apparently relieving the pressure in his skull.
Then the weight of what he was thinking hit him. He was considering killing them. Innocent people, people who had done him no wrong.
He was no stranger to killing, being raised by his father. Still, unlike his father killing innocent people did not sit well with him.
His stomach roared again, causing him to groan in discomfort. Tomorrow morning, he decided, he would get food.
With a stretch, a prayer, and a sigh. He went to bed.
The floor rocked beneath his feet, leather shod boots slipping on the soaked planks. A wave of water exploded over the railing, sending stinging saltwater onto his leather cloak. Shouts of alarm were lost to the roaring wind and rain, the fury of the storm smothering them with her raging screams.He ran as fast as he could, scrambling across the deck. Looking around quickly, he dove down a flight of stairs into the galley, seeking shelter from the beast outside.He was huffing air, when he felt a strong hand on his shoulder."You ok boy? You look like you just had a tangle with a sea serpent."The voice belonged to the captain of the vessel, she was a large woman, tall of stature. Scarlet capes and golden epaulettes and trim on her cloak was common for captains of the Navy, the thick bladed saber however, was not."I hate being wet, ma'am."She let out a bark that could barely be considered a laugh."Don't worry your firm feeling ass for much longer, once we penetrate the storm wall, it's just a few days sailing to Vale."
Amir opened his eyes, darkness greeting him. A quick look at the clock told him all he needed to know.
'Four thirty in the morning?!? I'm not going to last long if this keeps up.'Rolling over and out of the bed, he stood and stretched, his slab like musculature screaming in soreness and protest. Grimacing a little as he tried to rub the immense stiffness out of his arms, he quickly threw on some pants and boots, and scrambled into a tight t-shirt. Deciding to go lift some weights to try to work out the pain, he opened the door quietly, cautious of his teammates, and slipped out.
The weight room was empty. Unsurprising as school would not start for another five hours.
Various equipment and weights lined the walls and littered the floor, so settling on the barbell, he added a few weights and began lifting.
'One''Two'His stomach roared, and he growled in annoyance. Getting up from the bench, and setting it down on its rack, he noticed a weight was laying at his feet, so bent down, picked it up, and when he looked up for it's rack-.
Gnashing, bloody, teeth snapped out of nowhere, bits of decaying matter clinging to the gums.
Amir let out a yelp of surprise and stumbled back, throwing his arms up in defence, waiting for an attack that never came.
Opening one eye cautiously, expecting to see some nameless horror poised to strike, he let out a sigh of relief when only weights and chairs filled his vision.
Standing up, and dusting himself off, he quickly made his way to the door, stopping when he saw what lay before it.
'By the Gods...'Blood trailed out of the doorway, and sounds of smacking and ripping flesh echoed from the hall.
Then a scream.
An ear piercing wail shattered the air, and Amir clamped his hands over his ears, head threatening to burst under the pressure.
The screaming continued, echoes of mindless agony drifting violently around him.
A new sound then, a wet slap of flesh against a hard surface. Again and again, the sound emanated, until from behind the doorway emerged the source.
It's short squat body traveled on its belly like a worm, multiple bloodshot eyes springing around wildly, it's shining black flesh, like exposed darkened muscle, was dotted with writhing clawed limbs, each one ending with a curved talon. A tooth filled maw swung open with another scream of agony, crying out as it helplessly crawled towards him.
"Priscilla save me..." Amir swore, the sight before him unnerving and disturbing. Gathering his courage, and annoyance, he took a small step toward the thing, then another, and another.
Until he was close enough to bring his boot down on it, exploding it in a rain of gore, before fading away into nothingness.
"You're no fun..."Amir swung around at the voice, fists raised in both agitation and defence, ready to destroy and maim at their masters call. Sitting on the bench he had worked out on, was Sadie and Natasha.
They each wore a sleeping dress that ended at their knees, and little else. Amir let out his breath. "Damn it, why are you trying to kill me?"
"Cause you suck at sneaking out, asshole."
Sadie giggled, "Sorry about scaring you Amy, Ill try to be a good girl next time." The girl had a strange semblance, she could conjure up illusions to fight for her, but they held no substance, and were little more than distractions.
Resting his arms at his sides, Amir drew a deep breath, before letting it out. "I apologize about waking you, I really do."
Natasha raised an eyebrow. "You've been acting strange lately Amir. What's wrong?"
Amir rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, looking nervous. "I've been having dreams lately, of when I first came here to Vale. Nothing major, but I keep hearing voices too, like someone is speaking to me...It worries me."
Natasha waved her hand nonchalantly.The gesture wiping away any credibility he had with Her.
"You're just tired, need some sleep, unless you're going through a rut or something?"
Amir raised his eyebrows? Really, that question? This is hardly the time for this. "No, that's not it, I'm not a bloody faunas, I'm telling you Natasha, I'm hearing something, it keeps talking to me, telling me to kill and maim...I-I don't know how much longer I can resist! How long is it until I just go nuts! How long until I hurt my friends...How long until I'm put down, or shipped back home! I know Ozpin contacted the Queen! He'd be crazy not to! A berserk Akaviahn male running amok in his school? The casualties would be tremendous!"
Amir's face had gone red at this point, veins bulging underneath his skin, threatening to burst if he got any worse. Amir's hand darted under a weight rack, and with a simple swing of his arm, he had flipped the rack into the air and into the wall.
Natasha jumped down from where she was sitting, her hands balling into fists, she didn't dare approach him, not when he was getting worked up, they had sparred enough for her to know getting close was a bad idea.
"Amir, you won't go rampant! Calm down!"
Another swing of his fist and a row of droids was sent flying.
"You don't know that! My father went rampant! He went nuts! He ripped off my mother's face before he ran off! Rampancy is in my blood!"
"You're not you're Father! You're a good person! You're my teammate!"
Amir swung his arms around a large concrete block, and with a toss, like the immense block of cement weighed no more than a brick, he threw it through the wall, utterly pulverizing the structure.
Sadie had backed off into the corner of the room, drawing herself inward, attempting to ward off the giants rage, her terrified mind barely registering the crowd that had gathered, she did however notice the buxom blonde power walk into the room.
And straight to Amir.
Yang Xiao Long was a beautiful girl, sand a beautiful girl needs her beauty sleep, what she did not need however, was someone throwing what looked like a wrecking ball through the bathroom below her.
So when she found the culprit who was keeping her awake, she did what she did when she was faced with most of her problems.
She punched it in the face.
Her fist connected with Amir's face, and she felt something break. His face whipped to the side, and a small bit of blood flew after it. She put a lot of power into that punch, so she expected him to collapse, and not get up.
She did not expect for his fist to plow straight into her stomach in a vicious uppercut, lifting her up in the air with its momentum. She did not expect a return strike to drive his other fist into her back, and she most certainly did not expect his knee into to blast it's way into her face.
She was thoroughly surprised when, after all this, she felt his hands grabbed her neck and hips, heaved her over his head, and promptly threw her out the window.
This was most certainly an unexpected encounter.
In hindsight, she probably shouldn't have punched the dude who threw a ton and a half brick through a wall like it was made of feathers.
Princess Tana stared into the fire that devoured her mother, the late Queen Volgaia.
'Bye momma, find peace in His embrace.'
She wiped a tear from her face, sniffling as she did so. Soon she wiped another, and another, and by then she was bawling. Her shoulders were racked with sobs and her cries of anguish. She felt a heavy hand on her shoulder, and was greeted with the gold and scarlet helmet of Grand Captain Thorbo, her mother's- Her chief bodyguard, and mentor.
"My Queen, are you alright?"
Tana glared at him, the stupidity of the question riling her anger.
"I'm burning my mother's body, I'm a queen at seventeen, and you're asking me, If I'm alright?!?"
The black tinted visor stared at her with its indifferent gaze. "Yes."
Tana sighed, she couldn't stay mad at Thorbo, he had been with her since she was born, and with her mother since she was little, the old man had definitely seen alot, been through a lot, he had been bordering old age when her mother was small, and to see her go before he did, to...to poison no less. It had to be tearing him apart.
"Very well, there is an urgent message for you, priority one, from a Professor Ozpin. He says he must speak with you immediately."
"What can be so important that he had to interrupt my mother's funeral for it?"
"It's about young master Kaiser, my queen, he has gone berserk."
Sorry this took so long guys, hopefully I'll be able to update soon, and fix the damned autocorrect! thanks for reading!