How many months? How many days did he stay within the lab? Coming to himself from a stupor of number crunching and formula working. His long shaggy blonde hair over his burning unnatural eyes, in his white t-shirt and shorts. Hiding within his small warehouse among many, underground in a building on Sordid Avenue, between a few shops and an old book store. The smell of the book store, the moldy old books collecting dust. It was calming when he sat in that small room of book shelves. So he bought all he could find on medicine and illnesses. How he had spent so much time in his lab, the cold icy white room. His computers fired up with blinking screens of information and text going over. Books stacked among his desk, floor, bed. He could not sleep, so long as it whispered to him.
He could see the creature once in awhile, when he felt too tired to keep his eyes open longer then a few minutes. That sleepy delirium touching the back of his skull and dragging him down to lay his head. He shook himself awake, slapping his face. He felt how cold his skin was. How cold he felt siting there, studying as much information he could find on blood viruses and terminal illnesses throughout Kumo's history that matched his.
But he had limited resources, he wasn't a shinobi, he wasn't some ninja, he wasn't even a qualified doctor or scientist. He was just a normal person not that long ago, just a young boy living on his own and striving to advance his village with it's technology and science. But it all changed. When the demon inside Ketsueki Satou attacked him, forced the demon's blood onto him and made him a-
No, no i'm not. He shook his head as he stood from the desk, feeling the blood rush back to his legs made him weak for a second. "@!#$, I need to go for a walk. Sitting here mulling over information, calculations and formulas. I need fresh air, my mind is suffocated down here." He paused and breathed a deep sigh of the cold musty air of the basement lab. "I'm @!#$ing talking to myself. Yup I need to get out now." He laughed as he head for the stairs. Oh, but you're not alone dear boy. Whispered the demon in his mind. The creature was still in his mind, stuck in their like a nervous twitch in the neck. It's voice would come and go like someone walking past you, saying something, and then the feeling of them was gone. You were alone, but the hairs on your neck telling you; It's still there. Like eye's burning in the back of your skull. That unnerving stare.
Keiji spun around to look, and but for a moment he thought he saw it's outline, the freakish height of the beast and it's two burning eyes staring at him. A blink of the eyes and it was gone, It left the outline in the air as if something was pushing the image of the room at him. He blinked the sight away and headed out the door without word or any thought.
It was only when Keiji stood outside the home of his underground lab. The cold night air hitting his dry and pasty lungs. He coughed his first few big breaths of mountain air. Shaking, he pulled out his metal flask, glinting in the light of a nearby street light. It was dark, blank darkness surrounded the corners and deep alleys surrounding Sordid. The chill didn't creep into Keiji's skin till after he swallowed a few mouthfuls of medicine. His stomach churning in protest, craving and crying out for blood. Though again, his resolve would not waver. "I'm not a monster." He whispered And the demon inside replied. No, but they are.
It's words unleashed a feeling in him, his demon blood under his skin felt like it was moving. Something was close, something like him. His eye's darted up and down the streets while one hand held his flask of medicine to his mouth, the other reaching for the custom made pistol tucked in the back of his pants.
He could hear the low growls coming across the street. Deep in the darkness of the alleyway. It was drawing closer, Yet the sound of growling seem to break, the growls became twisted and hideous to listen to. It started to split into three different growls coming from one creature.
Out from the dark, the outline of a giant dog was forming. Possibly one of the Inuzuka clan's hounds. Then the shape began to change and the dog was no ordinary creature. As it stepped into the light, it's face was not one whole, it had three dog heads all mutated and grotesque. in the middle of the split of three heads was a massive circular maw of razor sharp blade like teeth that grind and churned. The middle maw opened as it's hot rancid breath hit the cold air. It exploded in mutated gore that almost made Keiji throw up in his mouth at the sight. His pistol was drawn quickly and aimed down the iron sight at what was now an abomination of a hound slowly etching towards him.
Keiji was solid still, his burning eyes locking onto the creature in front of him down the sight of his gun, he couldn't decide whether to start opening fire or run like a madman. So he did both. Yelling madly and cussing excessively as he opens fire several rounds into the monster, It barreled down the street after him screeching and roaring in horrific noises, seeming only slightly stunned when shot at.
Keiji swore violently while dipping and swiveling his movement to dodge out of the way from the creature lunging at astounding speeds to try tackling Keiji. Managing a dodge or two, he was winded, tired and his body was ill suited. His count of fire was down to three bullets left and clip of eight in his pocket. The creature was winded as well but it's morbid form contorted and shifted as if it was still trying to change. Have to @!#$ing kill this thing before this gets worse!
He unloaded the three rounds and started sprinting, wishing he had brought more ammo and firepower with him. But they were only wishes, he was low on ammo, no condition to fight a giant monster. He tried turning bout a corner and heading back to his place, the creature darted up the street after him, trying to shrug off the precise shots that crippled it's front two legs. Keiji was able to make it to the front of his house, yet the creature had cut an alleyway and leaped just over Keiji and was now between him and the door to his lab where all his weapons lay.
Keiji backed up slowly, slowly loading the last few bullets he had. Staring the monster down, his blood boiling under his skin. Heart pounding and hard to breath. Now it's really hungry. And pissed off as well, good job.
He could see the creature once in awhile, when he felt too tired to keep his eyes open longer then a few minutes. That sleepy delirium touching the back of his skull and dragging him down to lay his head. He shook himself awake, slapping his face. He felt how cold his skin was. How cold he felt siting there, studying as much information he could find on blood viruses and terminal illnesses throughout Kumo's history that matched his.
But he had limited resources, he wasn't a shinobi, he wasn't some ninja, he wasn't even a qualified doctor or scientist. He was just a normal person not that long ago, just a young boy living on his own and striving to advance his village with it's technology and science. But it all changed. When the demon inside Ketsueki Satou attacked him, forced the demon's blood onto him and made him a-
No, no i'm not. He shook his head as he stood from the desk, feeling the blood rush back to his legs made him weak for a second. "@!#$, I need to go for a walk. Sitting here mulling over information, calculations and formulas. I need fresh air, my mind is suffocated down here." He paused and breathed a deep sigh of the cold musty air of the basement lab. "I'm @!#$ing talking to myself. Yup I need to get out now." He laughed as he head for the stairs. Oh, but you're not alone dear boy. Whispered the demon in his mind. The creature was still in his mind, stuck in their like a nervous twitch in the neck. It's voice would come and go like someone walking past you, saying something, and then the feeling of them was gone. You were alone, but the hairs on your neck telling you; It's still there. Like eye's burning in the back of your skull. That unnerving stare.
Keiji spun around to look, and but for a moment he thought he saw it's outline, the freakish height of the beast and it's two burning eyes staring at him. A blink of the eyes and it was gone, It left the outline in the air as if something was pushing the image of the room at him. He blinked the sight away and headed out the door without word or any thought.
It was only when Keiji stood outside the home of his underground lab. The cold night air hitting his dry and pasty lungs. He coughed his first few big breaths of mountain air. Shaking, he pulled out his metal flask, glinting in the light of a nearby street light. It was dark, blank darkness surrounded the corners and deep alleys surrounding Sordid. The chill didn't creep into Keiji's skin till after he swallowed a few mouthfuls of medicine. His stomach churning in protest, craving and crying out for blood. Though again, his resolve would not waver. "I'm not a monster." He whispered And the demon inside replied. No, but they are.
It's words unleashed a feeling in him, his demon blood under his skin felt like it was moving. Something was close, something like him. His eye's darted up and down the streets while one hand held his flask of medicine to his mouth, the other reaching for the custom made pistol tucked in the back of his pants.
He could hear the low growls coming across the street. Deep in the darkness of the alleyway. It was drawing closer, Yet the sound of growling seem to break, the growls became twisted and hideous to listen to. It started to split into three different growls coming from one creature.
Out from the dark, the outline of a giant dog was forming. Possibly one of the Inuzuka clan's hounds. Then the shape began to change and the dog was no ordinary creature. As it stepped into the light, it's face was not one whole, it had three dog heads all mutated and grotesque. in the middle of the split of three heads was a massive circular maw of razor sharp blade like teeth that grind and churned. The middle maw opened as it's hot rancid breath hit the cold air. It exploded in mutated gore that almost made Keiji throw up in his mouth at the sight. His pistol was drawn quickly and aimed down the iron sight at what was now an abomination of a hound slowly etching towards him.
Keiji was solid still, his burning eyes locking onto the creature in front of him down the sight of his gun, he couldn't decide whether to start opening fire or run like a madman. So he did both. Yelling madly and cussing excessively as he opens fire several rounds into the monster, It barreled down the street after him screeching and roaring in horrific noises, seeming only slightly stunned when shot at.
Keiji swore violently while dipping and swiveling his movement to dodge out of the way from the creature lunging at astounding speeds to try tackling Keiji. Managing a dodge or two, he was winded, tired and his body was ill suited. His count of fire was down to three bullets left and clip of eight in his pocket. The creature was winded as well but it's morbid form contorted and shifted as if it was still trying to change. Have to @!#$ing kill this thing before this gets worse!
He unloaded the three rounds and started sprinting, wishing he had brought more ammo and firepower with him. But they were only wishes, he was low on ammo, no condition to fight a giant monster. He tried turning bout a corner and heading back to his place, the creature darted up the street after him, trying to shrug off the precise shots that crippled it's front two legs. Keiji was able to make it to the front of his house, yet the creature had cut an alleyway and leaped just over Keiji and was now between him and the door to his lab where all his weapons lay.
Keiji backed up slowly, slowly loading the last few bullets he had. Staring the monster down, his blood boiling under his skin. Heart pounding and hard to breath. Now it's really hungry. And pissed off as well, good job.