184 Blood Moon (1/2)
'You will not take over!' Surgit said. He clenched his jaw, fought the searing pain and stood. He only had eyes for the beast he needed to slay. Every step reminded him of his throbbing head. He persevered however, kept approaching the beast.
'There is something you could use against the pain,' his alter self said. 'I wouldn't recommend it though.'
'Help me or shut it,' Surgit snapped. 'It's hard concentrating as it is without listening to your constant whispers.'
'Alright,' his alter self replied. 'Silence it is then.'
Surgit took in a deep breath. The vacuous spider was moving left and right using its tiny feet. It looked unnatural, like everything in Yharnam as a matter of fact. By the time he reached the spider again, his headache had reached unprecedented levels.
'Use your arcane powers again and your head'll explode,' his alter self told him. 'Let me take over.'
'Fuck you,' Surgit replied.
He squeezed the hilt of his sword, ground his teeth and swung. His sword slashed the beast, but not enough to cause substantial damage. He hacked at it once more. His head exploded with every effort he made. Rom must have felt that hit though as it started flailing again. Surgit didn't even try to evade the attack.
He took the hit and got propelled backwards. He stood, injected a blood vial then walked toward the beast. The vial helped with his headache for a short while, which allowed him to hack at the beast twice before getting hit once more. He stood again, injected a blood vial then headed for the beast.
'This won't end well for you buddy,' his alter self said. 'Stop being stubborn and accept some help.'
Surgit ignored the voice inside his head. He kept hacking at the beast and getting rejected. It felt like hitting a wall, but it numbed the pain he was experiencing. It was only when Rom teleported for the third time that he realized how foolish he was.
On normal circumstances, he'd be able to sprint toward the beast and reach it in no time. In his current state however, the distance separating him from the spider felt like leagues.
'You will die if you keep this up, and not the kind of death you're used to,' his alter self said. 'Let me help you damnit!'
'What's the other solution?' Surgit asked.
'What?' his alter self asked back, confused.
'You said there was something else I could do,' Surgit said. His head throbbed. He could barely keep his eyes open. 'You said you wouldn't recommend it.'
'About that,' his alter self said. There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone. 'You've picked up some beast blood pellets before, haven't you?'
'That's like handing the reins over to you,' Surgit scoffed.
'You're mistaken,' the beast said. 'Your body's slowly transforming. I'm only a figment of your imagination. You created me to help you though the metamorphosis. Don't fight your new nature.'
'Forget it,' Surgit said. 'I'll find a way without your help.'
'Those spiders aren't going to kill themselves,' the beast pointed out. 'How long do you plan on standing here?'
'You know perfectly well that I can barely move,' Surgit said.
'Then take the damn pills,' the beast said. 'It will release all the tension you're feeling, transform it into strength. You'll also take more damage, but you'll be faster, and I won't take over.'
The beast was good a spinning lies. Surgit knew it, but his headache was unbearable. Rom moved around using its tiny feet in the distance. It must have noticed Surgit's inertia since it stood on its hind legs. Surgit immediately recognized that posture.
'Do you think you can outrun the meteors with that headache?' his alter self asked, mocking.
Surgit didn't have much time to decide. It was either accept death and redo it all from the beginning, or take the pill and deal with the spider. He knew he wouldn't be able to outrun the meteor shower without the pills.
'That headache will get back,' his alter self said. 'Even if you die, you'll experience it once in a while. Take the pill, let it all out and slaughter your prey. Your headache will disappear, and you'll feel much better later.'