I didn't even realize I posted the previous chapter on a Throwback Thursday!

What's even funnier is that everyone knew the tampon reference was from Super Bad. Like, have all of you read Super Bad or something? LOL.

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WARNING: CHAPTER ISN'T EDITED. THERE IS PROBABLY A LOT OF ERRORS... READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

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I snapped my gaze away from Trent, and the beast finally tore through my system, beginning to consume Vhalerie whole.

My black eyes that shimmered with tiny white diamonds darted to where Roger laid. But he wasn't there.

His body rolled into a ball of grey fur; it consuming cars and crushing the metal underneath it like a snowball effect.

I kicked away, frantic as I scrambled for the other side of the road. Pain yanked my ankle back and I screamed, fingers inches away from the sidewalk. I made the mistake of looking at my leg and saw it expand, pants tearing off.

I looked back to the curb and desperately dragged myself closer. The sidewalk became smaller and the buildings shrunk down. Before I could understand, my head banged against the streetlight and rather than a moan in pain, a thundering growl came past my lips.

Scales broke past my human skin, blue scales shining up my back and legs as fur growing on one side of my arm. I opened my mouth, an endless pit of darkness widening at the back of my throat. I stared down at my hands, and what were once fingers shaped into claws, then silver talons that gleamed like the wicked twinkle in my eyes.

A barbaric roar ripped through the streets and I turned to see a furry, grey beast that towered over all the apartments, his back hunched over as if his broad, upperbody bones dragged his shoulders down. It huffed and an angry snort puffed past his nose, yellow claws curling at the sight of me.

Roger.

He stomped one foot down, chunks of the road shooting up along with cars and streetlights. Trash whirled in the air, the wind picking up the flyers and shredded posters.

I straightened up, my waist line the size of an entire condo. My inner beast attatched itself to my bones, its hot presence weaving through my skin and hiding away Vhalerie's thoughts.

One last, human glimpse was given to me as my eyes fell to the broken rearview mirror. Midnight blue scales covered my hingne legs, sharp teeth the size of cars hanging over my bottom lip. Wind combed through the strips of fur up my arms, and the hot air made my mind foggy, blurring all moral thoughts.

I wanted Roger's flesh in my hands; his blood leaking past my fingers, his shattered bones between my teeth.

Actions were now primal.

Hunger was uncontainable.

Fate was in nature's hands.

I lunged forward, but Roger deflected my talons, my body flying through a wall of bricks. He slammed his fist down, and I dodged during my stumble, his nails slicing across my cheek.

I made a quick side step, escaping his next slash, and I made a strike for his hip.

He guarded my blow and I recoiled back, Roger's eyes widening at the power in my attack. I took the open window and drilled a talon deep into his shoulder, it breaking through webs of flesh. I twisted my talon, and he howled out, violently shaking me off of him.

I hurled to the side, cars crunching under my feet as I banged into another apartment. Rage burst through my chest and I shot forward, my talons out to match his claws.

They connected; silver against bone, his claw locking with my talon as they made a big X. Both our shoulders shook from the pressure; the barrier between my face and his.

We released at the same time and he dropped to the road, scampering away.

Angry, I thumped my fist down and chased after the rolling ball of fur. I leaped up and landed on Roger, shoving his face into the road. Dust erupted up, clouds blurring my eyes and something hard hit my stomach.

My back broke against a building, glass raining down into my fur. The inner beast darkness merged into my eyes, black and natural brown looping together.

Roger shook his head, climbed to his feet and scooped up a streetlight. He swung it across my neck, the crack of bone echoing through the city. Burning pain flashed up my body, the hot rush fuelling my anger.

He swung the pole again and I snatched it between my teeth, breaking it in half. I threw one fist, the sharp cling of my talon and his claw meeting again before retracting to smash again. His claw ducked under mine and locked both nails together into the same X.

I pushed him back, and shoved my shoulder up against Roger, my scales digging under his flesh. He howled in pain and tried to use his weight to knock me down, but I pressed deeper. In my head, Vhalerie whispered me to top, but it felt so good to have his flesh on my hands. A whiff of blood set my senses on fire, uncanny desire pouring into my system.

Roger's jaw snapped and he stretched his neck, his teeth diging into my throat. My scales shattered down my neck, and I screeched.

The pain struck a match in my body, the heat growing in the pit of my stomach. My inner beast's final wave of madness was on the verge of tipping over; it was ready to spill its darkness through me. But I held it back, pressing the ultimate power down as my teeth chattered at the force.

My talons scratched his furry skin, and he ripped a chunk of flesh off of me before letting go.

Rushes of hot and cold liquids entwined in my blood, braiding as my system battled for its life.

Hot. Cold. Hot. Cold.

His teeth latched onto my arm, more scales cracking and falling to my feet.

Hot. Cold. Hot. Cold.

Hot.

The lid burst and the blackest of oil seeped into my eyes. The sparking diamonds disappeared into the darkness, lost within the madness like the rest of me.

My animal blood ran a deathly ice trail, cycling from the toes to my poisoned heart. The sound of the wind was clear, my feet felt weightless, the ravenous monster saw its prey, the smell of fear was delicious, and the taste of blood was throbbing.

Deep within the beast world, it awakened every other monster hiding in my soul.

Roger slashed three deep cuts across my chest, every bone in my body breaking to reform as a new beast.

My final gasp of pain rushed out; the last strike dipped my cold body into burning Hell.

Goodbye, Roger.

I sunk my talons into Roger's spine and flung him off. At the immediate lift of weight, I dashed to my feet and knew he was seconds from turning to deflect the charge. I jumped over him, and without a chance for him to turn, I sliced my talon across his back.

He staggered and swerved around to club me with his fist.

But I saw it all before it could begin.

I swiftly ducked to the right as the grey beast let out one human word. "Vhalerie!" That sounded a lot like Roger.

Impossible, the beast hissed in my head. You don't know this furry disgrace.

I swiped my talon across, his claw cut in half. He dropped it in its terrible state and used his other set of claws to defend my two attacks.

While in mid swing, he drove his heel into my talon, it snapping with his pressure as the silver bones clanged to the ground.

Enraged, I hacked my single talon at every open angle, his paws quivering as his claws collided too many times. My attacks grew at inhumane speeds and he missed, his voice crying out while the silver skimmed his knee.

I knocked my foot up his chin, and he snapped backwards, falling flat on his spine.

I swooped up and he lifted his claw in time to have the two weapons stop each other. "Vhal! I...I think I can control my beast now. You do the same-" I bounced off his straining sword and drove it down again.

"Liar! It's your beast talking!" my inner beast roared aloud.

Roger escaped with head tilt and then kicked me off, propelling me back. I somersaulted off his push, and landed bending down, talon anxious to draw his thick, warm blood.

He rushed to his feet, staggering back. The grey beast spoke calmly yet I grinned at the aroma of panic wafting after his heavy breaths. "This is Roger speaking. Don't let it control you," this strange beast whispered, its fur waving in the sharp breeze.

The stranger's language was foreign and I walked over with that amusing grin. The sound of my talon scraping on the ground as I approached caused a flinch in his left shoulder.

I toyed with this strange, furry beast, nailing kicks instead of a final swipe of my talon.

I wanted the Beast of Villains broken first. Pain and then gain. Fufill your destiny, the inner beast hissed. Your ancestors would be proud. They killed the Beast of Villains centuries ago. It is your turn to do the same.

Another foot to the chest later, he wheezed and bubbling, black blood coughed out of his mouth.

My moves were quick and nimble, and soon, my foot swept across his ankles, knocking him to the ground. The echo of his head smaching on the pavement sent me howling.

I crushed his last claw under my heel and punted whatever shards were left to other side of the road.

The Heroes have been waiting for you to do this. Please, free us from this curse.

"Vhalerie!" he shouted and tried to scramble away.

I sickly laughed at the stupid name and stepped on both his feet, keeping them in place. "Try not to scream," I rasped.

I saw it. I saw everything. The sound of building collapsing to my right. The smell of a bleeding Citizen a block  away.

With unbelievable speed, I crashed into Roger's beast, bowling him over and he collapsed on the next street, crushing cars underneath him. I stood above him, and felt the stars align, history playing to the song of fate:

This was meant to happen.

The growing heat that burned in my stomach expanded now, sucking up the warmth through bloodstream and pooled it all into my lungs.

I saw Roger's black eyes shimmering in wickedness suddenly widen, flecks of his normal brown colour appearing.

Oh, but the sweet taste of madness was perfect.

The heat exploded up my throat, scales turning into hot metal. Flames spat out of my mouth, it spiralling through the air as amber and gold streaks devoured his body. A pained screech ripped through the skies, whatever was left of hands and legs flailed as the fire refused let go.

"Vhalerie!" Trent screamed.

The beast world was activated again and the darkness of my ego began to suck back into the other world. 

I screamed at the sudden extraction, it feeling like I was being ripped in half. My limbs were tearing and my octaves flew higher as I felt flames break free. Two types of blood braided together until a coldness rained over me, an icy awakening bringing Vhalerie back.

I tossed and turned, crumbling to the ground in a kneeled position. The scales and fur eased back into my skin, bones compressing and folding.

The blackness in my eyes sunk into its own darkness as the normal, human brown rose. A wash of comforting tenderness eased my edgy muscles and my legs collasped. My cheek scraped against the gravel, it cold against the pavement.

Hands scooped up my waist and sat me upright, my breath still dragging as I heaved. I winced to crane my neck, the curiosity giving enough strength for my eyes to lift.

"What are you..." I croaked, throat dry and coarse.

Trent draped his jacket over my shoulders, placing a hand over my cold hair. "Don't speak. Your vocal chords are still burning."

"Wha-" The memories of the inner beast flooded into my head, images of Roger and the grey beast and the fire appearing. I threw his jacket off and stumbled and crawled towards where I saw the freshmeat last.

"No..." I covered my hand over my mouth, eyes hurting as my nose stung. I let out a wail and crouched down to the pile of ashes sitting by a khaki backpack. "How...how did I let this...what..." I rubbed my face, tears getting over my hands. "This can't..." I whipped around. "What did you do?"

Trent quickly rushed over with innocent hands up. "Nothing. I saw what was going on from afar." He took in the crazy look across my face, and raked his hand through his hair. "Look, sugar cakes. This is normal."

I grabbed his shoulders and screamed, "It is not normal! Because I fucking just breathed fire out of my mouth and turned Roger into ashes! Not only is Headmistress Alice going to kill me, but Roger was the only person I enjoyed the presence of in this stupid, rotten world!"

"Headmistress knows," Trent quietly whispered.

"What?"   I scooted away. "Did you set this up?"

"Honey bun, you got it all wrong. I didn't know this would happen in the Forbbiden City."

I clenched my fist. "But you knew this was going to happen. You knew Roger and I would eventually get out of control and our inner beasts would take over and we'd fight to the death.  Everyone seems to know everything that's going on but me."

Voices of my inner beast resurfaced again.

Fufill your destiny.

Your ancestors would be proud. They killed the Beast of Villains centuries ago. It is your turn to do the same.

This was meant to happen.

I snatched onto Trent's shirt. "Tell me what the hell is going on before I drill my middle finger through your fucking brain."

"Ease the shirt, darling."  He winced, letting out an apologetic, sheepish kind of smile. "Everyone knew you were the Beast of Heroes. Except Roger. But everyone who ironically has a proper education on the history of this world isn't from Villain Academy. No wonder you don't know what's going on."

I released the fabric from my hands. "That no one knew my origins in Villain Academy because I was never a villain. That my parents, my ancestors, were heroes?"

Trent fixed his shirt, slicking his hair back. "You got it." He used a broken mirror piece to check out the rest of his hair. "Notice how you felt an itch to transform when you were around Roger? Villains and heroes have had a weird chemistry around each other for centuries now. Especially when the Beast of Heroes meets the Beast of Villains. A rematch has been due between the two species, and Headmistress Alice knew the time was coming soon. That's why she put you guys together."

"She knew who I was?"

"Everyone has been waiting for this," Trent said. "Now all that's left is the final battle."

"What are you even talking about?!"

"The last battle between the Beast of Heroes and the Beast of Citizens."

I yanked at my hair, teeth grinding hard enough to make my jaw hurt.  "I don't even know what you mean!"  

"I ain't a book of answers, lily flower. Why don't you ask the heroes themselves?" Trent asked. He placed his jacket back on my shoulders and gave my arm a squeeze.

"You mean, going back to Hero High?"

"Think of it as a family reunion," he suggested.

I wiped the back of my hand across my cheeks, catching the last tears and sucked in a deep breath.  "All right."  I shoved my arms though the sleeves and flipped the collar up. 

Trent was already back on his feet, and I quickly scrambled up. "Wait," I said. I went over to Roger's khaki bag laying on the other side, and opened up the flap.

Trent halted and cocked his head to the side. "What are you doing?" he asked.

I fished around it and pulled out what I needed. Quickly, I rushed back to Roger. "Sorry, little guy. Let's get you home," I whispered and did what I had to do.

"Are you putting his ashes in a sandwich bag?" Trent deadpanned.

"Yes," I sternly answered and carefully put the bag in my jacket pocket. "I'm not leaving him here."

"There's nothing left of him," Trent began, but my glare kept his mouth shut.

"You'll be next if you don't get me to Hero High fast enough," I snapped and got a move on. I shoved my hand in my pocket, fingers enclosing around the bag.  "Hang in there, Roger," I whispered.

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