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The Last Miracle
It felt bitter. More than just bitter, there was this anger, this emotion swelling up inside of him that Kuroko just couldn't express out loud. He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs in frustration, he wanted to break windows, burn down houses, get a baseball bat and just start destroying things until he felt better. He couldn't do any of that. Even though his mind and spirit wanted to go on a rampage, his body laid defeated on the dirty ground in some alleyway.
They didn't even bother to kill him, those assholes. Not worth their time it seems. After hearing their pathetic words, after getting the shit beaten out of him, after getting laughed and ridiculed at, after all that humiliation and effort of trying to kill him they couldn't have finished the job and put a bullet through his head?! They couldn't have even dumped him in the sewer or a lake or even a fucking dumpster! No. They just stopped the car and tossed his body out here without even checking if he was truly dead or not.
That was their mistake.
He couldn't feel his body at all, either too numb or too much in pain that his body just shut down so he wouldn't feel anything anymore. It was now down to luck, a 50/50 chance. If Kuroko got out of this, if he somehow made it out alive to see another day, he was going to get revenge. He didn't know how, he didn't even know where to begin now that he lost everything, but he was going to get that revenge. But if he died here today... that was it. He was going to die a dog's death, never appearing to them as anything other than a shadow, a pawn in their game, worthless.
Weak.
Maybe his chances weren't 50/50 though because there was a lot of blood around him and it was full on pouring rain outside right now. The alleyway provided no coverage and Kuroko felt the small drops of rain hitting his body; he didn't feel all of them, and he didn't feel himself cold or wet, but he did feel something small tapping him. It made it hard for Kuroko to see with the raindrops falling in his eyes; it would be a miracle if he survived this.
Mirac- No, no, never again, hell no. Kuroko's anger flooded in again and he clenched his hands against the dirty asphalt; never again miracles. He didn't believe in miracles anymore, in fact all Kuroko wanted to do right now is kill all miracles. They shouldn't exist in the world; their existence was a sin. This was some pretty big thinking though for a poor chump about to die alone in the middle of a filthy, rat invested, garbage everywhere alleyway; a lot of big thinking.
The only thing that was keeping him conscious and alive though was that big thinking since he could barely move. So he planned and imagined how he would harm everybody, what ways he would torture them, how he would inflict the pain and humiliation that they had inflicted on him. His evil thoughts were so deep consuming all parts of his mind that he didn't seem to feel it when the rain stopped hitting him. He couldn't see that there was someone hovering over him, couldn't feel that he was started to move, get up, that someone was grabbing him. Kuroko wasn't even conscious anymore, simply passed out with his wild imaginations clouding his dreams as this stranger gathered him up and started walking away the alleyway with him in his arms.