Believe in Me

The Monster Inside Me

Sorry for the late update, I've been sort of out of it lately. I finished Dirge of Cerberus, the main character, Vincent Valentine, is a TON more like Grey Loss than I thought. I might add in some more traits to help along the story as well. If you don't like it then tell me and I'll go back and get rid of it, I'm always open for reviews and critecism. From now on, unless yall decide otherwise, Grey will have a few more things that Vincent Valentine has. If you know who Vincent is, you'll see those coming up very soon, just a little changed. Some of the ideas belong to Final Fantasy, not me. Thought I should say that

Bunny followed the yetis' towering figures to the infirmary, not running since there wasn't much need. It was hard to believe that they were helping Death of all people, the loner of spirits, the purest darkness out there. The large rabbit was still unsure if he was trusting or not. Jack seemed to think he was, but then again, Jack was in a near insane state when he was asleep. Nightmares plagued him so badly that Sandy had to directly apply his dream sand every hour or so. He would toss and turn, scream and thrash like he was about to be killed. It was strange. What had Pitch done to him to make him like that? And would the newest spirits in the warm home act that way as well? Only time would tell. Death was unconsious but didn't move in the slightest, no jolt from a yeti's stumble woke him. His eyes were shut slightly tighter than a well rest would allow though, and Bunny had a dreading feeling for some odd reason. Just a wave that went though his gut everytime he inhaled, pulling up to his chest then back down to its basin in his lower stomach. It wasn't natural for the rabbit to know when something was going to happen.. but when he did, he was nearly always right. Hopefully, he thought as they reached the infirmary, Tooth rising quickly from Jack's temporarily calm sleeping form to help the two spirits onto the two other unoccupied beds near the winter spirit. Hopefully, it's nothing crazy, his mind finished, feeling himself give an involentary sigh before turning and leaning against the wall, watching the three with their wounds and tears, blood standing out against the white sheets under each of them. 

He was in the dark. Not pure dark, though, not complete blackness. It was like a room with the lights off, a windowless, empty room. The walls were stone and greyish collumns lined along them. Every few feet there would be one stationed there, towering over him. Jack realized that his body wasn't there. He looked down and saw nothing but the hard stone floors staring back at him, no bare feet or torn pants. His arms were just empty space... like he wasn't even really there. The room was more like a widened hallway, a path to move forward but not something cramped. So Jack kept walking. It was strange to not feel his feet touch the ground as he moved. It was like he was just flying forward, just his eyes or maybe just his conciousness. At the moment, though, he was more curious to see if the dark hallway had an end.
After a while of 'walking', Jack blinked up. For the first time, he saw a color other than the blandness of the dark stones, a bright red. It was facing with it's back to him, standing tall but with its head bowed, hands in tight fists at its side. "Grey..?" Jack asked. How was Grey Loss here? Where were they in the first place? But he got no answer. Sure, the reaper didn't talk much when he didn't need to, but he would always answer a call or question. The winter spirit's voice had echoed, it was pleanty loud. Then.. there was a quiet growl from the figure in front of him. It wasn't a growl of anger or frustration, no, it was the growl of a monster, a beast, a sound no man could make on his own. The black boots slowly inched their way around to face Jack.. and the blue eyes widened at what he saw. Grey's bright red eyes were burning bright, the whites of his eyes were a black as dead as the darkest night, giving him a look scarier than the intimidating appearance before. His ripped cape was almost torn to shreads now, hanging by a almost nothing. It had been tied around his neck like a scarf instead of hanging off the side. He seemed paler, a look of anger and rage in his expression, replacing the empty, lost eyes of the Grey from before with something more like a monster. His fingers had claws, his teeth were barred like a dog about to attack, sharp fangs running over the other teeth. Jack stepped back quickly but didn't run. The wounds Death had weren't there anymore, his clothes shreaded with more claw-like tears than the ones Pitch made with a blade. The walls around were scraped up, long tears in them from the metalic looking points on the reapers fingers. He snarled, eyes narrowing, his beast-like voice echoing throughout the chamber. Jack's heart was racing, what was that thing?! It couldn't have been Grey, there was no way..! But the still red irises told no lies, long black hair still falling over his shoulders, pale skin still slightly illuminated through the dark. He snarled again and slammed his fist into the wall beside him, leaving a large dent in the solid stone. Then... he slowly looked up, acknowlaging Jack.. but if anything, his anger only seemed to grow. He rushed forward at speeds like light, so fast Jack could barely tell he was moving until he was already almost right in front of him, clawed fingers rushing up to slash across his cheek. The monster didn't need the scythe, it was its own weapon. Jack closed his eyes tightly, but the second he felt the sudden searing pain across his cheek, the loud growls of the beast went silent. What..? he thought, slowly, cautiously opening his scared blue eyes once more for an explination, curiosity overtaking the fear that grew in the pit of his gut. Instead of the darkness of the chamber, the blazing eyes of that... thing.. he saw the blurry image of the infirmary of the Pole. Bunny was leaned against the wall in front of him with his head down and his eyes closed, either resting them or  being in deep thought. He heard Tooth shouting instructions, her voice fading in and out of his weary ears so he couldn't make out what she was saying. Sandy had left his side but his head wouldn't turn for him to look around the rest of the room. He just stared upward, trying to make sense of what he had just seen, trying to do anything to explain.. The mental picture of Grey Loss appeared in his mind, the real Grey, the one that weilded the scythe, the one that was so much more human. That thing couldn't have been him.. but it was. It was just a dream.. Jack relieved himself weakly with his thoughts, but the voice of his concious told him otherwise. I'm not sure about that, Jack.. Right as the voice was about to start speaking again though, Tooth looked over her fluttering wings in curiosity to how Jack was doing, flying to him after seeing his blue eyes awake and confused, slightly panicked even. "Jack, you okay..? How'd you sleep?" She smiled softly, laying her feathered head on the side of the pillow his own head wasn't resting on, her view limited to the side of his face that wasn't in pain. Jack had heard of some nightmares that hit you so hard, you actually felt what had happened in them but... it didn't feel like any illusion. Tooth's smile slightly faded at his lack of response but she kept up her hopeful look, being the stronghold of happiness for the four, and now six, other spirits that needed her determination badly now. "Oh! We got them back, Jack. I mean.. well, we didn't. But they're here now, we're working on healing them right this minute." Them had to mean.. Ilia! And... Grey.. Jack would've been excited, wanted to be excited, but there was a slight fear added to the name. Snap out of it, Jack, it was just a nightmare, he mumbled to himself in his head, giving a small smile and nodding, ignoring the rush of pain that went though his left cheek as he did.  "Thank you.." he said quietly but greatfully, giving her a positive look back. Tooth was satisfied, rising from his pillow the second she realized she was half laying on it too. She had been so worried about Jack and the argument between North and Bunny for the past few days that she refused to sleep, wanting to make sure everyone was okay. Now it was taking its toll on her, her eyelids drooping slightly, her limbs not wanting to move when she ordered them to. I'll take a nap later.. she thought, her own voice in her mind staying in the soft, happy tone she had been using on the others. At least that hadn't faded. Bunny rose after a second, listening to Tooth talk to the now awakened Jack had been the only thing in his head since those blue eyes opened. "Mornin' Frostbite," he said with a weak smile, a smile that faded quickly into a look of confusion as the winter spirit looked up at him. "Bloody hell.. how did that get there?!" Jack's wounds had all been bandaged, cleaned, taken care of. But one was new, bleeding down the side of his face, the side of his face that had been untouched just minutes ago. Three deep, uneven cuts like claw marks skidded down his face, claws too big for anything less than a lion or tiger or some sort of large beast. But... he had been in the Pole that whole time! Sure he wasn't sleeping peacefully, Sandy was helping work on the other two's bandaging and couldn't come to give him more dreamsand for now, but he hadn't stood up, the wound just... appeared. Jack followed the rabbit's wide eyed gaze and rose his hand to his cheek, a fierce sting causing him to automatically pull his hand back. His skin was torn, the warm red liquid coated his fingers. The winter spirit's aqua blue eyes widened, his fear confirmed. It couldn't be, it wasn't possible! I thought I should show you that, Jack Frost... the true monster behind that wall of a man. The voice wasn't the blank voice of his concious though.. the voice was Pitch Black's. Jack's eyes widened, darting around the room for some sort of sign, some explanation. Grey was just a man, just the unconsious man on the bed on the other side of the room. He didn't have claws, Tooth and Sandy had been watching him since he arrived at the pole, he couldn't have woken and done this, it was impossible. But then how did the so real claw marks get there... He's been hiding it, Jack... but I wil unleash it. You thought I wanted Grey Loss so that he could kill who I wanted, ha! Who would I care to kill? I want to do my own slaughtering for myself. No... I want him for what you just saw. Get ready, Jack.. he cant stay in control too much longer. The evil voice ended like it was never there. Bunny and Tooth were leaning over his heavily panting form, furry grey paws shaking him out of his thoughts. "Jack!! What the bloody hell's going on with you?!" 
"Grey... hes..." Jack couldn't finish. "He's in trouble.."

I'm really sorry that I'm basing most of the story on Grey. I swear, after this little... arc I guess, is over, it will be much more about Jack. I just want to work on the main characters that I made before I get to the main story. Jack will be the main of this story, don't worry. It can't be rise of the guardians without him, anyways. I'll try to update again, I just had to find a way to make this more interesting, that way it's not just "people getting healed" for another three chapters. Hope you like, please review, and have a nice day ^^'