The Constant Sound of Drums
After retrieving the pet Flubble from Borusa's office when he had the chance and returning it to his friend, Koschei headed straight for his room. He was in no mood to stay and chat with his friend or anyone else for that matter.
Stepping into his room, he closed the door and locked it. Groaning, he slid down the door that he was leaning against and landed on the floor, his eyes tightly shut and his hands over his ears.
Taptaptaptap, taptaptaptap.
There it was, the damn blasted four beat tune always going on and on, never stopping. Ever since he turned 8 years old and looked upon the Untempered Schism.
Taptaptaptap, taptaptaptap.
Gripping his short black hair very tightly, he shifted his position so that now he lied on his side on the floor. Most days the drumming was at a tolerable level, but today it wasn't. Today it was excruciatingly loud and he couldn't concentrate on anything else.
Taptaptaptap, taptaptaptap.
Tears slid past his closed eyelids and fell down his face as he started sobbing. The drumming was driving him mad and he wanted it to stop. It hurt so much.
Taptaptaptap, taptaptaptap.
"J-Just stop! Stop! MAKE IT STOP!" he half-sobbed, half-screamed out.