After a few hours the medics found him. They wrestled Creed screaming and fighting back to the medbay and started locking the door whenever they would come in and out. Creed tried to request that they let Chaos in, but no one listened. He didn't blame them.
He couldn't help the voices, though. They never left, and they only grew louder with time. The only things that silenced them were sedatives, and talking to Chaos. Creed had tried to catch up on everything he'd missed in the past two years, but there was so much. Even so, just letting Chaos talk and listening to his younger brother had been enough to calm the rage inside.
Only Creed wasn't sure it was rage anymore. Whatever it was, it burned inside his chest, it fueled the screams and cries of the voices. They were wild, and they wanted him to be just as wild as they were. They were pervasive, and the more Creed tried to fight them the harder it burned in his chest. They wanted something, needed something, he just didn't know what it was.
Several hours of solitude passed before of the medics walked back into the room, carefully locking the door behind himself. Creed lifted his head, peering through tired bloodshot eyes at the man. He pulled back a little as the medic neared him and instinctively snarled. Tadem said the man would hurt him. Dawn simply didn't like him. They'd never liked the medics, and Creed didn't disagree.
"I won't hurt you, just calm down," the medic said in an even tone.
Creed just pulled his knees to his chest, trying not to think of the needles pressing into his arms. He wanted to tear them all out and run, but the door was locked. He was trapped in the room, with a strange medic who might do anything.
"I just need to draw some blood and check your levels," the man continued, sounding calm as he picked up a syringe and one of the small vials that Creed had seen them keeping blood in earlier. His eyes narrowed and he hunched over, tightening his grip on his legs. He wasn't letting the man stick that needle into his body. They couldn't take his blood.
They want it to tame you. They want to recondition you, Tadem whispered frantically.
You have to get out. They're gonna kill you, Dawn cried, sounding hysterical. Creed's eyes darted after Dawn's, catching on Specter as the older clone's decayed figure gestured to the door. Creed shook his head fearfully. The door was locked, he couldn't get out that way.
Take the man's key. You can escape. You killed a Shadow Hunter, one medic is nothing, Tadem hissed, gesturing to the medic as Specter and Dawn nodded in agreement.
His hands shaking, Creed's narrow, dark eyes flickered to the medic who was still prepping the needle. They were right. The medic would kill him, take his blood and use it against him or make some monster from it. He had to get out, and there was only one medic. Getting the key would be easy.
The medic turned, saying something quietly and softly, but Creed couldn't hear a word of it. It was all simply background noise to him as red clouded his vision. He had to get the needle from the man before the medic attacked him with it.
Go now, you can kill him easily, the voices whispered in their deadly tones. Dark black eyes were watching him expectantly, calling him to give into the burning sensation in his chest. For a moment, Creed realized what they wanted and he tried to fight it, then the medic stepped next to him and tried to take his arm.
Creed snapped.
He jerked his arm to the side, throwing the medic off balance as he surged up and lunged for the man. The action ripped his IV from his arm and most of the other tubes and needles, leaving him bleeding and wounded. That didn't stop him, though.
He landed on top of the man, hastily knocking the needle from the medic's hands as he snarled. The man wasn't trying to calm him anymore, but there was the faint sound of screaming as the medic tried to throw him off. Creed grinned at that and snatched the key off the medic's belt before staggering up. The medic was frozen, then he tried to get up and make a grab for his comm.
Creed was faster.
He grabbed the medic's wrist and twisted it back sharply, snapping the bone, before scooping up the fallen needle and jabbing it mercilessly into the man's neck. The medic choked and collapsed as Creed let him sprawl to the floor. Key in hand, he then turned to face the door.
You did it. I knew you could.
Escape, before they find you. You have to get out.
Don't leave any survivors, they might find you.
Go Creed. Run.
Creed stepped to the door and unlocked it, the whispers in his head intensifying as he swung open the door and stepped into the hall. He looked down it, seeing the shocked stares of a few medics as they looked up from their various jobs and stations to see him standing there, arms dripping blood, key in hand, and a morbid look etched across his gaunt bloodshot face. Creed narrowed his eyes, glaring at each one of them as he listened to what was now a dark order in his head.
Kill them all.
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Star Wars: Scars
Fanfiction"The greatest of men are those with a thousand scars. Because great men are forged in the healing of a thousand wounds." Clone Trooper Assasin Creed has spend half his life training and fighting a war for the Republic, but not by their rules. He's s...
