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Sprinting forward like a disjointed marionette , a certain young man ignored the wounds marring his physique , gritting his teeth with every move , muscles threatening to snap under the tiniest of pressures .
He didn't know how but he'd made it out of that hell of a dungeon . He knew he was not entirely out of danger , but soon will be . The badly injured young man chanted those words , like a mantra , relying on them to survive .
He still hadn't gone past that cursed territory belonging to him who should not be mentioned . So he was not safe , not yet . A part of him repeated , quite optimistically . Another part , however , whined , pleading him to just stop walking because even that hurt like hell . Maybe he should just give up , fall to his knees and succumb to gravity . The pessimist seduced , feeding his mind with gloomy thoughts and scenarios , persuading him he would not succeed .. It was not possible , not with that unwilling body of his . He'd been shredded , beyond repair , his willpower crashing into smithereens .
His body didn't feel like a collection of bones crafted together in a manner so detailed and accurate , rather a diverse stack of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him at any given time .
His legs nearly gave out from all the adrenaline pumping in his veins , the fear conquering his rational sense , the exhilarating anticipation brimming in his heart .
Loosened by such conflicted sensations were his nerves
, almost fried by the promise of finally tasting freedom at long last . He nearly forgot what the term felt like .. It has been so long after all .. So damn long he often thought of giving up on ever escaping . So long he contemplated surrendering to the ever growing and overpowering darkness taking roots in his heart .
As strange as it may seem , he had no plan . he just assumed he would think of one as he limped his way out . The luxury of time was not something he had been given , generously or not .
His attempt of fleeing might die a painful death , he had no doubts , but at the same time he was nothing , if not adamant . He would get back his freedom , or die trying .
Regardless of such determination though , a voice inside him whispered a story of misfortune , a tragic ending to all of his worthwhile efforts .
No matter how much he wanted to make it far , his body had its limits , now even more so , more than ever before , and all thanks to the extensive abuse it has suffered by the hands of one brunette pureblood .
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A/N :
430 words . I guess this fic will be written in a one-scene style .
I already have the next chapter written and it's of the same range ( 423 words , I guess ) so yup .
I'm excited for this idea and may update it faster than my other fics because it only requires a single scene .
Buckle up and enjoy the ride .
And oh , Brace yourself for a lot of surprises ^.~
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