Betrayal of Euphoria «Book 1»

III

As Blu peeled his eyes open, finally awake from the sudden black out, he couldn't help but notice the roughness of something around his wrists. He glanced to his arms which were restrained by thick, leather cuffs. They were chained to the headboard while his feet were restrained by a thick, beige rope.

His ankles burned as he wiggled his feet, but he persisted. The sound of the doorknob wiggling, made him halt in his actions of freedom. The glowing eyes of Chara entered his view and he physically relaxed in his presence.

"Ch-a-Chara?" Blu whispered.

Chara's lips pursed and he held a firm finger to his cotton-candy-colored lips. Blu easily understood the signal and instantly shut his mouth.

Chara sauntered to the tied boy and cut the rope with a sharp, glinting knife. He then moved towards the leather cuffs and unlocked them, using a small, copper key.

The sight of the weapon made Blu uneasy, but he didn't physically show his discomfort. He smiled in gratitude at the brunette while Chara blankly stared back at him.

"You must be hungry," Chara said in a flat tone.

As if on cue, Blu's stomach growled in hunger. Blu sheepishly smiled, while scratching the back of his neck.

"If it's not a problem," the younger boy whispered.

Chara smiled and gently grabbed the boy's cold hand. Blu's fingers were tinted purple from the lack of circulation the restraints provided.

As they treaded down the wooden stairs. Blu couldn't help but stare at the pictures that lined the walls. Most of them were of two people, one in a green and yellow sweater and the other in a light, indigo sweater with some sort of animal in a green and yellow sweater. Everyone held golden-colored flowers.

The color of the flowers reminded Blu of the buttercups that grew in the fields behind his house when he was eight years old.

"What are you looking at?" Chara harshly murmured.

"N-nothing..." Blu muttered in response.

The two males entered the a dim-lighted kitchen. Chara reaches into some cabinets and brought out the ingredients used in spaghetti.

"D-Do you need any help?" Blu asked awkwardly. He useless since there wasn't anything he could do.

After small exchanges in words, the spaghetti was finished. Chara drained the water from the pot and doused the noodles in the thick, chunky sauce.

"And for the finishing touch..." Chara sweetly, almost in a sick, perverted way, said.

He sprinkled a golden-colored flower into the steaming pile of noodles.

"Now it'll taste sweeter!" He bubbly cheered, his rosy-cheeks growing darker.

"B-but aren't buttercu-cups poisonous?" Blu asked in confusion.

"Who knows!" He beamed.

The younger boy shrugged it off and accepted the plate of spaghetti. He twisted the cold fork in the pile of noodles before placing the neat circle of softness into his mouth.

"Mm," he moaned. "It's good."

Truthfully, Blu wanted to vomit. The golden flower petals tasted bitter on his tongue and he held the feeling of nausea back. The burning sensation of the bile crawling up his throat was repressed by Blu as he quickly swallowed it.

Chara stared at Blu blankly as his face began to tint a yellowish-green.

Chara refrained from smiling. "Blu, are you okay? You're looking a bit pale," Chara innocently asked.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine," the boy replied.

Blu stared at the bowl in front of him and a blend of colors filled his vision. His head throbbed painfully. He began to lean to one side and fall off the chair. Chara stepped in and caught him.

"You sure you're okay?"

"I-I'm fine..." Blu coughed, a metallic taste riding up his throat and out his mouth.

Blood splattered onto the pale-boy's hand. He glanced at Chara in shock, his bottom lip slightly quivering in fear. A sharp, agonizing pain stabbed the inside of the boy's stomach.

Chara smiled maliciously as the boy in front of him scratched at his throat and his swelling lips. Blu desperately clawed at his throat, trying desperately to breathe. His vision became distorted and blurred and he reached out towards the sickly grinning male.

"W-Why?" Blu stuttered, blood spurting out his mouth.

Chara merely laughed in amusement.

Why is he finding amusement in my pain? Why does he enjoy seeing me suffer.

The male felt light-headed and his skull throbbed in agony. The face of Chara became blurry before it darkened immensely.

Did I black out? I can still hear shuffling and the coldness of Chara's fingers on my shins...

Blu groaned from the affliction of the poison coursing throughout his body. His breath was rapid and shallow. Sweat leaked from his pores, and his skin glistened from the moisture.

In his head, he was in a dark room. Black shadows colored the area. Lighter shades of smoke swirled within the abyss. Blu clinged onto metal bars which made up the silver cage he was captive in. He growled lowly and shook the bars. Blu angrily kicked and punched the bars. The skin on his knuckles peeled and cracked. The flesh faded into a dark purplish red, while blood oozed out from the fresh wounds.

The feeling of anguish infused itself within Blu. Lacerations tainted his pale skin while dark, cerise-colored blood cascaded from the wounds. His left eye was swollen shut, the skin a dark purple--almost black.

His sugary, sweet lips were busted and a dark liquid stained it. The devil's drink swallowed his being. His existence was nothing, but a drop of crimson. His soul was a fading white while his eyes were fused enemies. An angel and demon resided within him but weren't evident, for they were dormant.

Blu's torn, bloody lips tugged upwards into a painful, malicious smirk. In front of him stood a doppelganger. A pure, white aura surrounded the look-alike and his smile seemed more genuine.

Blu lifted his arm and the image copied. He twisted his body and saw as the mirror followed along.

The doppelganger opened their mouth and a whisper filled the air.

"Vermilion..."

In a puff of scarlet, the twin disappeared.