Hi! I wrote this fanfic a while ago and haven't edited it for a LONG time, and I am too lazy to edit it anymore, so, be nice!
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Thank you for reading!
~ Prologue –Falling ~
"…….aaaAAAGGGHHhhhhh…!!!"
The wind nearly knocked his breath out. So many emotions swirled around in his head: regret, hate, and most of all, fear. Even as he fell, he was dying. He wouldn't have been surprised if his skin ripped right off. His vision became blurry, teary even, as the wind tried lividly to tear his soul right out of his chest. As the beaker of rubbing alcohol got ever closer, the scarlet fever virus furiously tugged at his claw. Finally…SNAP!!!
Thrax yelped in agony. He gripped his wrist, searing with pain, and watched the fake eyelash fall below him and straight into the alcohol beaker. This isn't the end, he thought desperately, and made another attempt to escape.
The Red Death tried to open his trench coat wings desperately, but they wouldn't budge. Frustrated, he tugged violently at his coat, wincing as his wrist sent pain spiraling up his entire arm. He just couldn't get a grip. He fell limply, shutting his eyes tightly as the tip of his trench coat began to hiss, being consumed in alcohol. He was about to give up, when another claw suddenly gripped his left wrist, finally breaking it. Thrax tried to moan in pain, but lost all consciousness.
As he closed his weary, flaxen eyes, the wind flowed softly against his face, this time pouring down on him, rather than pushing upward. His thoughts began to dissolve as his vision faded and he drifted off into a realm of darkness…