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The room was dark
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The floors tiles were once white in the area around the chair
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The sea of red that covered the area around the chair and the boy showed no signs of halting its flow as it ran further around the room
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The black haired boy could still feel the pain associated with the mysterious snapping noise, but in his nearly broken mind he couldn't find any part of him that cared to discover the source of the pain
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Perhaps he refused to look anymore
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Time, place, none of it mattered anymore. His hair turned white and all that mattered now was the numbers and the snapping
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The black haired boy didnt remember leaving the chair, and he was clearly bound to it, so how did he get out?
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He found himself watching the white haired boy in a beautiful field of flowers that were turning from white to red
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The white haired boy left the black haired one there, and rose from his position above the corp- flowers that somehow oozed the new colors for the other flowers. The numbers the snapping and his laughter the only noise left
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His fingers were broken, the room held only himself, the chair, and the body of his former captors. The sea of red was beginning to wash away the old him and give birth to the new him. To his old selfs horror his laughter and the counting continued. 1000-7 is 993, 993-7 is 986, 986-7 is 979, 979-7 is 972, 972-7 is...
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