Sweet Revenge
[I saw an episode of Beyblade V Force today, and I normally never watch it but the episode sort of inspired me to write this. It was the concluding fight between the cyborg Zeo and Tyson. The title explains it all. Rated R
for swearing, violence and of course, blood; a tribute to the poor
mechanical bastard. Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Beyblade.]
A dark navy-haired teenaged boy's eyelids twitched slightly and he opened his dark eyes slowly, trying to get his sight to adjust to the darkness as he struggled to remember what happened a few moments ago.
"W-where... Where am I?" His voice cracked and he tried to move. "What? Chains? Why am I chained up?"
The darkness sat in silence, with exception of the echoes that waved back at Tyson. He tried to pull forward again but the back of his head was throbbing in absolute pain.
"Guys? Is anyone there?" He called out, not liking the sound of the soulless echoes. "Kai? Max? Kenny? Ray? Anybody?!"
No answer, just echoing versions of his calls.
"Well, well. Seems like we meet again, Tyson. But this time, it's not for a beyblade match." Answered a voice as footsteps echoed across the walls.
Tyson remained quiet, pursing his dry lips slightly to recognize the voice. 'I've heard it before...'
"Have you forgotten me already? Such a shame." The voice purred, almost in front of Tyson's face.
"...Z-Zeo?" Tyson took a long shot.
For an answer, the unknown teenager snapped his fingers and the lights flashed on with a horribly bright glare. Tyson squeezed his eyes shut, wincing from the burning sensation that his eyes were suffering from.
"Open your eyes and look at me, you filthy bastard." Tyson's eyes snapped open from the language he heard.
His eyes searched the face of his captor, widening more as he recognized the long turquoise hair that flowed past the teenaged boy's shoulders, perhaps past his waist. The uneasy feeling returned as Tyson saw the unpredictable glint in Zeo's dark green eyes.
"Zeo, what are you doing here? What's going on?" Tyson demanded, trying to pull forward from his shackles.
Zeo only looked upon his prisoner, smirking with almost all the evil intentions of the world. "Welcome back to the world of the living, Tyson." He put extra implication on the word 'living' that seemed to roll off his tongue. "It's been a long time, Tyson, a very long time... I needed that time to think... you ruined my dream. I was so close to being a real human being..."
He looked down at his hand, slowly clenching it into a tightly drawn fist.
"Zeo, we already told you! It was impossible!" Tyson argued.
"Silence!" Zeo snarled, planting a hard punch into Tyson's tender underbelly. "You're in my world now. My rules and I say not to talk unless I tell you to..."
Tyson's head fell forward as all the air seemed to be sucked out of his lungs, leaving him gasping for air in pain as his stomach ached in stinging agony.
"You really didn't understand, did you..." Zeo mused bit by bit, daintily picking up a scalpel with his pointer finger and his thumb. "You said you understood how I felt, being told that I was nothing related to human fabrication... and that was total bull shit, Tyson. Total bull shit."
Tyson started opening his mouth to speak but his head was snapped up by a firm grip belonging to Zeo's hand. The blade was pushed onto Tyson's throat yet not hard enough to break the skin. Tyson swallowed hard but carefully, not wanting to cut his own throat.
Zeo leaned in until he was inches from the terrified beyblader's face. "Tell me, Tyson... were you jerking my fucking chain?"
Tyson gulped again, inhaling the stale air of what seemed to be a dungeon. "W-where'd you go off to learn all those dirty words..."
Zeo's smirk widened, his half-lidded gaze looking more startling than it had a moment ago. "My programming was built for me to learn, Tyson... My memory is quite accurate and has plenty of things to keep me occupied with..."
Tyson's eyes drifted over to the table that was a few feet away from the pair. The table held all sorts of nasty-looking knives, scalpels, and blades.
"Do you like my collection of blades?" Zeo laughed dryly, his voice dropping down to a mere harsh whisper. "And they're not beyblades either..."
Tyson almost screamed when he felt the blade of the scalpel be dragged into his skin on his right cheek. Zeo, on the other hand, was having a sadistic moment as he slowly cut the letter Z into his prisoner's warm, blood-filled flesh. The warm blood started sliding down Tyson's slightly tanned skin and dripped off of his jawbone onto his dark blue jacket.
"Does it hurt, Tyson? Do you feel the pain? Feeling your very human life being extracted from spoiled human body and being offered to the ones who were not as gifted?" Zeo hissed dangerously, gracefully lifting the knife away from the dripping engraved letter. "Everyday I wake up, feeling my own motherboard beep to life as I'm the only one that can hear it... It's the closest thing I have to a real mother... every wire springs to life with pure energy but humans cannot tolerate it... well I'm SICK OF IT!"
Tyson winced as Zeo rubbed a smooth flawless thumb over the fresh wound on his face, making more blood drip down in a crimson stream.
"W-Why, Zeo?" Tyson could only utter those words from the pain.
Zeo's gaze seemed to darken, making a deeper shade of green in his eyes. "That's what my father said before I broke him..." Then he rubbed some of Tyson's blood between his thumb and forefinger. "You always know those pathetic films of the creature revolting against its creator for some stupid reason... well my reason fucking tops all of those sorry excuses."
Tyson shifted slightly, trying to secretly loosen his hands from the shackles.
"My poor beyblade was turning and turning... at its full glory... my father promised me life if I got those damned sacred bit beasts but noooo... you had to summon up this... pathetic power to make my poor blade stop turning..." Zeo seemed to fall into Tyson, his face on captive's rising and falling chest. "It stopped turning... falling in its painful descent until it hit the ground... the loss shattered not only my demeanor but my hopes for being alive.... Truly alive..."
Tyson didn't dare moving when Zeo was leaning on him, the bloody scalpel still in hand. He inhaled and exhaled carefully, looking down at the locks of turquoise hair that seemed to be crying themselves.
Zeo's voice started cracking as he continued, his musing turning into sobs. "I was only a replacement to the son that my father had lost... an exact replica..." He clenched his fingers on the material of Tyson's white shirt. "I thought he really meant it... I would have been alive and feel things like a proper human... not know emotions from my fucking bugged up programming..."
Tyson remained silent as he listened to Zeo's crying. His heart felt sorry for the poor computerized teenager. He was just a creation to replace something that a man had lost dearly to his heart.
"My father, he didn't understand how I felt when he told me..." Zeo's voice dipped back down to a low acidic whisper. "For so long, I thought I was a real human being, playing around, feeling, seeing, knowing... and it turned out I was just a little mechanical monkey, making that man feel satisfied that his son was still around..."
His throat started tickling with a sick and quiet maniacal laughter that brushed past his lips to Tyson's ears.
"I only want to find a place... some place I belong." Zeo continued.
"But Zeo... you do belong here. You're the same friend to us, no matter what you are." Tyson said sympathetically.
"Am I? Or am I just one of the talks of the school yard when I'm not around?!" Zeo yelled, punching Tyson in the gut again. "It's not fucking fair to be exposed to the world that I'm just some walking freak who just wants to find a proper life. A proper truly living life without all the viruses, bugs, defective circuits, crashes, offlining and all that shit that has to do with electronics! I wanted to be a real living boy! Not some fucking walking talking computer!"
Zeo continued to punch Tyson, dropping the bloody scalpel on the stone floor and still resting his head on Tyson's heaving chest as he struggled to keep his cool from his captor's battering.
"It's not fucking fair! No one knows how I feel! No one knows what happens in my memory when I keep thinking and crying and thinking and crying again! Of course I can produce tears, my father was not stupid enough to forget them! He didn't even forget the feelings of pain and suffering!" He snarled, narrowing his gaze. "I would have been better off not knowing..."
Tyson tensed painfully as Zeo's beatings stopped suddenly, the knuckles of his fists still resting on his bruising stomach. Zeo looked up at Tyson, his eyes overflowing with tears.
"You see these tears, Tyson? Do you see them?" Tyson nodded silently. "Even computers can cry. They can feel, especially if their programming is built for them to feel emotions..."
"But you were happy before your dad told you," Tyson started explaining carefully. "No one could tell the difference-"
"But I COULD!" Yelled Zeo as he grabbed Tyson's throat. "I could fucking tell the difference after my father told me! It kept haunting me constantly! You ruined my dream of being real, Tyson! And now you're going to fucking pay for living the spoiled life that you take for granted!"
"But Zeo!" Tyson choked. "He wouldn't have been able to make you a real boy, it's just... not possible!"
"Well this is possible," Zeo hissed, increasing the vice-like grip. "This is possible to make you pay... for humiliating me in front of the whole world in the Japanese tournament... The only way for you to get out of this is if you could to one thing..."
Tyson stayed silent, wincing from the pressure being applied to his throat.
"Bring me to life, Tyson. Bring me to fucking life and I'll think about sparing you."
Tyson inhaled painfully, slowly shaking his head. "I can't do that, Zeo... no one can..."
Zeo hissed, dropping his arms back to his sides. "I thought so..."
He turned around and took a long slender dagger from the table, turning it appreciatively and the malevolence existence returned. "Suffer, Tyson. I want you to get a taste of my suffering that I've had to deal with for the longest time."
He walked over to his prisoner and started slowly cutting through the material down from one arm, over his chest, and back up the other room; leaving a thin red line on Tyson's skin. Tyson clenched his teeth, feeling his cut cheek throb in pain, the back of his head feeling a numbing pain and the burn of the stale dungeon air that stung his newly cut flesh wound. Zeo's face turned into a frown as the prisoner silently took the treatment.
"Suffer, you spoiled son of a bitch!" He snarled, slicing the dagger into Tyson's arm.
This caused a pained cry from Tyson's mouth as his flesh was ripped from the sharp edges of the dagger, spilling more of his blood onto the floor. He raised his eyes to Zeo, seeing that some of his blood was on the cyborg's face.
"See? That was nothing, Tyson. I can do a hell of a lot more that can even kill you..." Zeo growled threateningly, dropping the dagger to the cold floor after slicing Tyson's other arm.
He reached over under the table and pulled out an instrument that was black and had metal tongs on the top of it. Tyson's eyes widened as he saw the white crackling electricity spark to life between the metal when Zeo pressed the single button.
"Zeo, please don't do this!" Tyson struggled with the shackles. "You don't know what you're doing!"
"Oh I know exactly what I'm doing..." Zeo smirked maliciously, stepping forward. "I have a step by step program on how to torture the ones you fucking hate... if you're lucky, maybe you'll die..."
Tyson pressed his back against the cold wall, trying to get away from what was about to hit him with a painfully large amount of voltage. He squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to back away, then felt the dormant shocker on his stomach.
"When I say suffer, you suffer... and if you want bonus points, perhaps you should die..." Zeo growled again.
"Zeo, please don't!" Tears threatened to spill over the edges of Tyson's eyes. "Don't do thi-"
"Shut the bloody fuck up, you spoiled brat!" Barked Zeo as he pressed the button of the shocker.
Tyson cried out in pain as he felt the voltage sparking through his body, making his limbs burn. He shook his head, trying to ignore the absolute flaming feeling that was frying his insides. He thought the torture would never end but then Zeo stopped. His head fell forward in wearied defeat and pain as his fingers still twitched slightly from the electrifying torture that could have rendered him dead.
"Like I said, Tyson... if you were lucky, you would have ended up dead... but your not lucky today... not as long as I'm still operating at full capacity..."
Tyson opened one eye halfway with much effort, trying to focus on Zeo while his vision played a blurred double. He tried to say something but couldn't find the strength to do so, instead he just looked at his captor.
"This is going to haunt you, Tyson. Like the thoughts of not being a real human haunts me. Don't think about telling anybody." Zeo leaned his, gently patting Tyson's bleeding cheek in mockery. "You tell one bleeding soul and I'll fucking kill you next time. How does that sound, buddy?"
Tyson winced from the pressure on his cheek but kept his eye on Zeo, not letting his vision fade away from the constant pain that wracked through his battered body. His chest heaved as he tried to steady his breath but the stale dungeon air wasn't helping him at all.
"Don't forget, Tyson... I'll find you again... and again, if I feel like it... You tell one person and you're going to have early retirement with death itself. Let this little mark on your face as a friendly reminder..." Zeo withdrew his hand into a fist and punched Tyson face on the right side. "For if you forget, I'll gladly remind you with more fun that we had today..."
Tyson couldn't stand up to the stinging pain this time as his head fell forward and he blacked out. The next thing he could hear was his friends' yelling his name and feeling the cold rain pouring onto his bleeding, pain- wracked body.
"Tyson! Oh my god! Somebody call an ambulance, hurry!" He recognized the voice barely...
"Kenny..." Tyson croaked barely, still feeling the letter burn painfully on his face.
He opened his eyes slowly and barely, being able to see the blurred running forms of his friends and then he blacked out again, seeing the burning flesh wound that was in the form of the letter Z in his mind. He would never forget it... he didn't dare to.
[Okay, technically I wrote that last night at one in the morning and continued it when I got up. So how was that? Sort of my first try for a horror/bloody fanfiction. What can I say, I get inspiration from the weirdest things.]
[I saw an episode of Beyblade V Force today, and I normally never watch it but the episode sort of inspired me to write this. It was the concluding fight between the cyborg Zeo and Tyson. The title explains it all. Rated R
for swearing, violence and of course, blood; a tribute to the poor
mechanical bastard. Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Beyblade.]
A dark navy-haired teenaged boy's eyelids twitched slightly and he opened his dark eyes slowly, trying to get his sight to adjust to the darkness as he struggled to remember what happened a few moments ago.
"W-where... Where am I?" His voice cracked and he tried to move. "What? Chains? Why am I chained up?"
The darkness sat in silence, with exception of the echoes that waved back at Tyson. He tried to pull forward again but the back of his head was throbbing in absolute pain.
"Guys? Is anyone there?" He called out, not liking the sound of the soulless echoes. "Kai? Max? Kenny? Ray? Anybody?!"
No answer, just echoing versions of his calls.
"Well, well. Seems like we meet again, Tyson. But this time, it's not for a beyblade match." Answered a voice as footsteps echoed across the walls.
Tyson remained quiet, pursing his dry lips slightly to recognize the voice. 'I've heard it before...'
"Have you forgotten me already? Such a shame." The voice purred, almost in front of Tyson's face.
"...Z-Zeo?" Tyson took a long shot.
For an answer, the unknown teenager snapped his fingers and the lights flashed on with a horribly bright glare. Tyson squeezed his eyes shut, wincing from the burning sensation that his eyes were suffering from.
"Open your eyes and look at me, you filthy bastard." Tyson's eyes snapped open from the language he heard.
His eyes searched the face of his captor, widening more as he recognized the long turquoise hair that flowed past the teenaged boy's shoulders, perhaps past his waist. The uneasy feeling returned as Tyson saw the unpredictable glint in Zeo's dark green eyes.
"Zeo, what are you doing here? What's going on?" Tyson demanded, trying to pull forward from his shackles.
Zeo only looked upon his prisoner, smirking with almost all the evil intentions of the world. "Welcome back to the world of the living, Tyson." He put extra implication on the word 'living' that seemed to roll off his tongue. "It's been a long time, Tyson, a very long time... I needed that time to think... you ruined my dream. I was so close to being a real human being..."
He looked down at his hand, slowly clenching it into a tightly drawn fist.
"Zeo, we already told you! It was impossible!" Tyson argued.
"Silence!" Zeo snarled, planting a hard punch into Tyson's tender underbelly. "You're in my world now. My rules and I say not to talk unless I tell you to..."
Tyson's head fell forward as all the air seemed to be sucked out of his lungs, leaving him gasping for air in pain as his stomach ached in stinging agony.
"You really didn't understand, did you..." Zeo mused bit by bit, daintily picking up a scalpel with his pointer finger and his thumb. "You said you understood how I felt, being told that I was nothing related to human fabrication... and that was total bull shit, Tyson. Total bull shit."
Tyson started opening his mouth to speak but his head was snapped up by a firm grip belonging to Zeo's hand. The blade was pushed onto Tyson's throat yet not hard enough to break the skin. Tyson swallowed hard but carefully, not wanting to cut his own throat.
Zeo leaned in until he was inches from the terrified beyblader's face. "Tell me, Tyson... were you jerking my fucking chain?"
Tyson gulped again, inhaling the stale air of what seemed to be a dungeon. "W-where'd you go off to learn all those dirty words..."
Zeo's smirk widened, his half-lidded gaze looking more startling than it had a moment ago. "My programming was built for me to learn, Tyson... My memory is quite accurate and has plenty of things to keep me occupied with..."
Tyson's eyes drifted over to the table that was a few feet away from the pair. The table held all sorts of nasty-looking knives, scalpels, and blades.
"Do you like my collection of blades?" Zeo laughed dryly, his voice dropping down to a mere harsh whisper. "And they're not beyblades either..."
Tyson almost screamed when he felt the blade of the scalpel be dragged into his skin on his right cheek. Zeo, on the other hand, was having a sadistic moment as he slowly cut the letter Z into his prisoner's warm, blood-filled flesh. The warm blood started sliding down Tyson's slightly tanned skin and dripped off of his jawbone onto his dark blue jacket.
"Does it hurt, Tyson? Do you feel the pain? Feeling your very human life being extracted from spoiled human body and being offered to the ones who were not as gifted?" Zeo hissed dangerously, gracefully lifting the knife away from the dripping engraved letter. "Everyday I wake up, feeling my own motherboard beep to life as I'm the only one that can hear it... It's the closest thing I have to a real mother... every wire springs to life with pure energy but humans cannot tolerate it... well I'm SICK OF IT!"
Tyson winced as Zeo rubbed a smooth flawless thumb over the fresh wound on his face, making more blood drip down in a crimson stream.
"W-Why, Zeo?" Tyson could only utter those words from the pain.
Zeo's gaze seemed to darken, making a deeper shade of green in his eyes. "That's what my father said before I broke him..." Then he rubbed some of Tyson's blood between his thumb and forefinger. "You always know those pathetic films of the creature revolting against its creator for some stupid reason... well my reason fucking tops all of those sorry excuses."
Tyson shifted slightly, trying to secretly loosen his hands from the shackles.
"My poor beyblade was turning and turning... at its full glory... my father promised me life if I got those damned sacred bit beasts but noooo... you had to summon up this... pathetic power to make my poor blade stop turning..." Zeo seemed to fall into Tyson, his face on captive's rising and falling chest. "It stopped turning... falling in its painful descent until it hit the ground... the loss shattered not only my demeanor but my hopes for being alive.... Truly alive..."
Tyson didn't dare moving when Zeo was leaning on him, the bloody scalpel still in hand. He inhaled and exhaled carefully, looking down at the locks of turquoise hair that seemed to be crying themselves.
Zeo's voice started cracking as he continued, his musing turning into sobs. "I was only a replacement to the son that my father had lost... an exact replica..." He clenched his fingers on the material of Tyson's white shirt. "I thought he really meant it... I would have been alive and feel things like a proper human... not know emotions from my fucking bugged up programming..."
Tyson remained silent as he listened to Zeo's crying. His heart felt sorry for the poor computerized teenager. He was just a creation to replace something that a man had lost dearly to his heart.
"My father, he didn't understand how I felt when he told me..." Zeo's voice dipped back down to a low acidic whisper. "For so long, I thought I was a real human being, playing around, feeling, seeing, knowing... and it turned out I was just a little mechanical monkey, making that man feel satisfied that his son was still around..."
His throat started tickling with a sick and quiet maniacal laughter that brushed past his lips to Tyson's ears.
"I only want to find a place... some place I belong." Zeo continued.
"But Zeo... you do belong here. You're the same friend to us, no matter what you are." Tyson said sympathetically.
"Am I? Or am I just one of the talks of the school yard when I'm not around?!" Zeo yelled, punching Tyson in the gut again. "It's not fucking fair to be exposed to the world that I'm just some walking freak who just wants to find a proper life. A proper truly living life without all the viruses, bugs, defective circuits, crashes, offlining and all that shit that has to do with electronics! I wanted to be a real living boy! Not some fucking walking talking computer!"
Zeo continued to punch Tyson, dropping the bloody scalpel on the stone floor and still resting his head on Tyson's heaving chest as he struggled to keep his cool from his captor's battering.
"It's not fucking fair! No one knows how I feel! No one knows what happens in my memory when I keep thinking and crying and thinking and crying again! Of course I can produce tears, my father was not stupid enough to forget them! He didn't even forget the feelings of pain and suffering!" He snarled, narrowing his gaze. "I would have been better off not knowing..."
Tyson tensed painfully as Zeo's beatings stopped suddenly, the knuckles of his fists still resting on his bruising stomach. Zeo looked up at Tyson, his eyes overflowing with tears.
"You see these tears, Tyson? Do you see them?" Tyson nodded silently. "Even computers can cry. They can feel, especially if their programming is built for them to feel emotions..."
"But you were happy before your dad told you," Tyson started explaining carefully. "No one could tell the difference-"
"But I COULD!" Yelled Zeo as he grabbed Tyson's throat. "I could fucking tell the difference after my father told me! It kept haunting me constantly! You ruined my dream of being real, Tyson! And now you're going to fucking pay for living the spoiled life that you take for granted!"
"But Zeo!" Tyson choked. "He wouldn't have been able to make you a real boy, it's just... not possible!"
"Well this is possible," Zeo hissed, increasing the vice-like grip. "This is possible to make you pay... for humiliating me in front of the whole world in the Japanese tournament... The only way for you to get out of this is if you could to one thing..."
Tyson stayed silent, wincing from the pressure being applied to his throat.
"Bring me to life, Tyson. Bring me to fucking life and I'll think about sparing you."
Tyson inhaled painfully, slowly shaking his head. "I can't do that, Zeo... no one can..."
Zeo hissed, dropping his arms back to his sides. "I thought so..."
He turned around and took a long slender dagger from the table, turning it appreciatively and the malevolence existence returned. "Suffer, Tyson. I want you to get a taste of my suffering that I've had to deal with for the longest time."
He walked over to his prisoner and started slowly cutting through the material down from one arm, over his chest, and back up the other room; leaving a thin red line on Tyson's skin. Tyson clenched his teeth, feeling his cut cheek throb in pain, the back of his head feeling a numbing pain and the burn of the stale dungeon air that stung his newly cut flesh wound. Zeo's face turned into a frown as the prisoner silently took the treatment.
"Suffer, you spoiled son of a bitch!" He snarled, slicing the dagger into Tyson's arm.
This caused a pained cry from Tyson's mouth as his flesh was ripped from the sharp edges of the dagger, spilling more of his blood onto the floor. He raised his eyes to Zeo, seeing that some of his blood was on the cyborg's face.
"See? That was nothing, Tyson. I can do a hell of a lot more that can even kill you..." Zeo growled threateningly, dropping the dagger to the cold floor after slicing Tyson's other arm.
He reached over under the table and pulled out an instrument that was black and had metal tongs on the top of it. Tyson's eyes widened as he saw the white crackling electricity spark to life between the metal when Zeo pressed the single button.
"Zeo, please don't do this!" Tyson struggled with the shackles. "You don't know what you're doing!"
"Oh I know exactly what I'm doing..." Zeo smirked maliciously, stepping forward. "I have a step by step program on how to torture the ones you fucking hate... if you're lucky, maybe you'll die..."
Tyson pressed his back against the cold wall, trying to get away from what was about to hit him with a painfully large amount of voltage. He squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to back away, then felt the dormant shocker on his stomach.
"When I say suffer, you suffer... and if you want bonus points, perhaps you should die..." Zeo growled again.
"Zeo, please don't!" Tears threatened to spill over the edges of Tyson's eyes. "Don't do thi-"
"Shut the bloody fuck up, you spoiled brat!" Barked Zeo as he pressed the button of the shocker.
Tyson cried out in pain as he felt the voltage sparking through his body, making his limbs burn. He shook his head, trying to ignore the absolute flaming feeling that was frying his insides. He thought the torture would never end but then Zeo stopped. His head fell forward in wearied defeat and pain as his fingers still twitched slightly from the electrifying torture that could have rendered him dead.
"Like I said, Tyson... if you were lucky, you would have ended up dead... but your not lucky today... not as long as I'm still operating at full capacity..."
Tyson opened one eye halfway with much effort, trying to focus on Zeo while his vision played a blurred double. He tried to say something but couldn't find the strength to do so, instead he just looked at his captor.
"This is going to haunt you, Tyson. Like the thoughts of not being a real human haunts me. Don't think about telling anybody." Zeo leaned his, gently patting Tyson's bleeding cheek in mockery. "You tell one bleeding soul and I'll fucking kill you next time. How does that sound, buddy?"
Tyson winced from the pressure on his cheek but kept his eye on Zeo, not letting his vision fade away from the constant pain that wracked through his battered body. His chest heaved as he tried to steady his breath but the stale dungeon air wasn't helping him at all.
"Don't forget, Tyson... I'll find you again... and again, if I feel like it... You tell one person and you're going to have early retirement with death itself. Let this little mark on your face as a friendly reminder..." Zeo withdrew his hand into a fist and punched Tyson face on the right side. "For if you forget, I'll gladly remind you with more fun that we had today..."
Tyson couldn't stand up to the stinging pain this time as his head fell forward and he blacked out. The next thing he could hear was his friends' yelling his name and feeling the cold rain pouring onto his bleeding, pain- wracked body.
"Tyson! Oh my god! Somebody call an ambulance, hurry!" He recognized the voice barely...
"Kenny..." Tyson croaked barely, still feeling the letter burn painfully on his face.
He opened his eyes slowly and barely, being able to see the blurred running forms of his friends and then he blacked out again, seeing the burning flesh wound that was in the form of the letter Z in his mind. He would never forget it... he didn't dare to.
[Okay, technically I wrote that last night at one in the morning and continued it when I got up. So how was that? Sort of my first try for a horror/bloody fanfiction. What can I say, I get inspiration from the weirdest things.]