Life is funny.
No, not seriously? More... Ironically . If that makes any sense.
"Fuck!. Get hi-...control-"
Not to say life isn't good .
...well. For some anyway. Who knows what someone may be going through.
"-mon' bro. Got-"
Hell, maybe the person sitting ten feet away from you is about to get a very special call.
" Wait...ied to me-"
Maybe that call will be fantastic, you can see the happiness in their eyes from where you're sitting!
" For the love of the qu… Get him out of-"
Maybe... you could feel the anguish, rage, disbelief, denial, all of it. From where you are, trying to avoid looking at the person on that call.
...
The world was dark. So very dark.
There were harsh, panicked voices from the far left.
What happened
He- name. What's his name?-Rust- felt a distant but familiar feeling of unwelcome panic bubble up from his very soul.
Something is wrong .
He tried to move, only to be met with exhaustion. His body. It was damaged. Too damaged to move.
How? Why?
The exhaustion faded and in an instant, from his skull to his shins; agonizing pain erupted. It set his nerves aflame, his bones screamed in protest, so loud it burst into the open air.
He was fading. Fadingfadingfadingfadingfading falling down-
The light was so bright. Too bright. I just made things so much worse.
:..-_-. He stares at the crystals. Trying to ignore the group of —...—..—- above him. The other monster's teeth reflected harsh light for just a moment...
They swung, bashing the—-. Laughing—-. Shards of glass buried into his skull—-.
Why did it hurt so much!
He was fadingfadingfadingfading falling down—
Dust was practically pouring out the side of—This was it.
No one would find him here. The older—…—..- made sure of that.
He's gonna die here.
Alone. Cold.
It's so painful, why?
At least he won't have to go back to—-..-—-.
Please just make the pain stop!
Make it stop make it stop makeitstopmakeitstop-
"- hey! Kid, calm down! "
He screamed, not because he was being forced to the cold, unfamiliar ground; but because the action made everything hurt.
His ribs cracked in protest. His skull throbbing from the extra weight. His own dust flew back in his face, choking him, reminding him that he will always be on death's door. The weight shifted from his skull to his shoulder blades. The person on top grabbed his arms, trapping them within their hold.
There was too much pressure in too many places. Every time he moved, his ribs would bend and flex in warning, but he couldn't stop because now they were going to pull his damm arms out of their sockets. His throat was raw from unheard screams. His eyes burned as dust continuously overflowed from his sockets.
"Makeitstopmakeitstopmakeitstop-"
Was that him?
Was he the one repeating those sounds?
The person on top of him pulled his arms tighter, they strained and popped in violent warning.
They were going to break him.
"Stop please!"
It washim. He was the one screaming.
"-till you calm down kid. Got it."
The pressure increased yet again. It was the final straw.
The voices grew quiet as a series of cracks and snaps echoed through the room.
Everything stopped as his body finally fell from tension.
—:—-:
-ust...
Rust...
Hello?
Don't just lay there.
What?
get up..
What happened?
They will hurt you.
How do you know?
...
Why do I need to run?
...Doctor S. Is here.
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He strained against the weight holding him down.
Doc. S. grunted in irritation as he was suddenly thrown to the floor.
Rust stood, silently worried of his doctors' appearance. He knew They were not going back. Not now. Not ever.
He tried to relax his arms. They were cracked and sore and his shoulder blades groaned in protest when he shifted, making him wince.
When he looked back, the Doctor did not move. He made no sound. He just sat, staring back with those lifeless eyes.
To say it was disturbing was an understatement.
:..-.-.-...-The doctors looked down on him with lifeless expressions. Slowly. ever so slowly, doctor s. brought the old tool fourth.-.._-.:
The air inside the room was cold. Tense.
He felt the presence of others, so many others. But he could not see them.
:._-..The doctors always demanded his full attention. He gave it. The consequences were far worse if he didn't.._-:
He wanted out . He didn't belong here. He could feel it, this wasn't his home.
"hey... listen."
Doctor s. Snapped his fingers, and just like the old days,
They stood as still as possible as-_.. Monsters wouldn't break their word._-._-.:
"-good. do not leave my side. got it."
A horrifically familiar weight settles against his vertebrae.
Nononono not again.
The weight multiplied , and two thick leather- straps held them down.
_-_.-_struggled next to him. No matter how many times-_-_—-.
They always obeyed, no matter the injustice_-_-..:
Doctor s. continued down the unfamiliar hall. They were following two larger monsters. They looked like royalty. The kind the others use to tell him about in the books. Nice, shiny, elegant gowns and flowing capes. They both looked at him. Their expressions laced with concern.
Doctor s. grabbed their attention again, telling them something he didn't care enough to listen into. The lady in the gown bristles, looking directly at him.
Look down.
He followed the direction of the voice, looking away from the royals.
The lady continued to stare for a moment before she looked back; talking to Doctor s.
The tallest one stays back with him.
Rust was guarded. Though he didn't know why. Sure, he had never met this monster before and yes, he does look like a king; but the larger did nothing wrong. Nothing to warrant his distrust.
Nothing to warrant your trust, either. Stay on guard.
He looks up at the bold monster.
He was so familiar.
—-
The doors opened, a gaping void of loneliness was obstructed by the form of —-.
"This is where you will stay, with— they cannot find you in—-abandoned for—.
The large monster took his hand, guiding him—-.
He would miss them. They did save him from—.
He really didn't want to leave.
—-.—.