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Hideaki remained laying on the ground until a man came up to him and started talking. He seemed to be somewhat of a leader type. He was certainly acting like a voice of reason. He took a piece of his clothing and wrapped it around Hideaki's wounded hand. After this Hideaki layed back and rested his head on his good hand. The pain went away for most part on its own. Also probably the work of the voice in his head. "We should get a fire started, if were gonna stay here." He noticed that the other man was walking away to help the others with their injuries. "Hey. I think you forgot my leg." Hideaki pointed to it arrogently, and rather ungratefully. "Find something sharp, preferably metal like a knife to dig the damn bullet out, before I get infected. Then get a fire started, heat up whatever you got to get the bullet out, and push it against the hole to seal it up." He then turned to a girl, who was talking to herself. He had no right to judge sence he was doing the same thing earlier. He noticed that she managed to snag some supplies from wherever they were at before she escaped. She then went off to socialize with another person who was trying to lighten the mood for them. "Hey you. Girl. Got any alocohol or anything? If I am infected, I'll need something to clean it out." He then turned his attention to the male she was talking with. "If you can't help medically, maybe you should go gather some firewood, or find some food maybe? If you can, find something that we can use as weapons. Perhaps your someone whos better suited at killing, like me. You don't look like the type, but then again. Looks can be decieving. After I can move again, I plan on going hunting for some meat. "I'm not the type for helping others, unless it suits me at the time. Especially with wounds." Hideaki then layed his head back to rest. This time it was on both hands. The pain had completely vanished from his hand. His leg, still ached a little however.

"That wasen't very nice. You wont make very many friends that way. Your not very good with first impressions, are you? Hehehehe." Hideaki's eyebrows twitched at the sound of the voice in his head. "Shut the hell up. I don't want to hear it from some damn voice in my head. Go lecture someone else, Mr. Pain in the ass voice." Hideaki once again tried to relax before the voice interrupted again. "Now now. Is that any way to thank someone who just saved your life? Then again, I had a little too much fun doing it. Hehehehe.", "Don't wanna hear it!" Hideaki said in an almost yell. "By the way. I don't remember being this bloody. Just what the hell did you do?" He took one of his hands out from under his head to examine the amount of blood on his fist. "What can I say? I just couldn't help myself. I've never known what its like to have a body before.", "That reminds me. Why the hell did you give me my body back, while you were running? My leg hurt twice as much when you did that." The voice didn't respond for a few seconds, which made Hideaki wonder if it was ignoring him. "...He-", "I'm not sure. Maybe theres a time limit to how long I can control your body. I planned on killing these other humans and taking what they had before giving it back to you. Just a few more seconds, and I would have ripped all their heads right off their bodies. I personally don't trust them. Hehehehe." Hideaki was surprised to find that the voice couldn't control his body as long as he wanted. He was so surprised that he didn't notice the part about killing everyone else. He did however, hear the part about not trusting them. Surely they would eventually wonder why he was covered in so much blood. There was definately too much for it to be all his. Not to mention that he tipped them off that he was more of a type to kill. 'I can't stay with these guys much longer. They'll figure out that I killed those guards back there soon enough, even if it was really this guy. They'll consider me a threat and try to kill me, while I'm weak. Once I've healed my leg, I'll ditch these guys. But will I have enough time?' He thought to himself while looking in he direction of the girl he had ordered before. 'Could she have seen me? I don't remember seeing her go through the window. She even had time to get those supplies, she surely saw me. But why hasen't she said anything by now... Could she be scared? Or maybe she didn't see me.', "Hehehehe. How pitiful of you. You don't trust these people any more then I do, do you Hideaki? Your scared, aren't you? I can feel your ambition. You want to escape as soon as possible. But if you let me take over again, I can take care of them right now. Your fear will go away." Hideaki tensed at the voice's words,. He immideatly sat up, causing a jolt of pain to shoot through his leg. "Gah!" He yelled out as he grabbed his leg, as his eyes opened wide, and his teeth gritted against each other. He was incredibly paranoid, and the voice could sence it. He could sence a few weird looks at him, as he did this. They'd definately figure it out soon. When they did, he was as good as dead. At least thats what he thought. He considered letting the voice take over one more time. He opened his mouth to reply to it. "But... If you let me take over now, it'll be all the easier for me take over later against your will. I can probably control you longer too. Eventually, there wont be anything left of you. Soon I will be the new Hideaki Seitan. HAHAHAHA!" Hideaki paused in his responce. He couldn't trust the voice either. Never before had he been so afraid of being by himself. He didn't care about others for the most part, and did things his own way. For once he truely feared being... Alone.