Within

Self Destruct

Someone is screaming.

And about to die.

Because if they dont fucking stop soon i am going to rip their throat out.

The dreams still float around my mind, clearing away my careful amnesia facade and replacing it with the floating flecks of remembrance. The pain chills over my heart, hardening it to ice. My consciousness teeters carefully on an edge and im too worried about opening my eyes and tossing myself over it, back into the oblivion of my past. A shiver of dread tingles in my spine.

I focus on feeling. The structure pressing itself into my back is cool and hard, metal. Theres no light, so its either night or there is no light from the outside.

An attempt to lick my lips brings up a certain trouble i hadnt expected when my tongue cant move around the gag in my mouth.  And the shit about how dark it was? Forget it. Useless information.  At least according to the blindfold covering my eyes. The ropes beginning to rub my wrists raw are giving me the inclination the structure behind me is a nice comfy pole.

well.. at least im alive. Am i right?

Sighing, i tilt my head back and bang it on the pole behind me with each curse.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,fuck...

Nervousness fills my legs with jitters and i try to shake them out. Instead they fill the rest of my body.

Im not even thinking about the fact that im  god knows where after being attacked by a fucking hunter. Nope. Im thinking about how i cant move.

I cant move at all. There are bindings winding up my chest, securing me to the pole, they secure my legs to each other, and my arms are pressed to my sides. My breath starts coming out fast and hard and i cant think right. All i can feel is restriction. My body feels like its turning agaisnt itself, the muscles straining with nowhere to go, twisting themselves into knots.

My legs kick more frantically now as i writhe and jolt, cold sweat dripping. I scream through my gag and throw my head back. I cant do this, anything but this i could take. the familiar burn aches in my chest and i force the talons up from underneath my nails. Just like that, it was as if someone had pressed self destruct.

As soon as the jagged nails sprout out i stop breathing, I cant think. All i can do is screech and claw blindly without direction at the ties.

I feel my skin open and leak but im too far past that. When finally my body is free i stop screaming and crawl forward, punching the concrete in anger at having pure helplessness flow in my veins.

Liquid trickles down my body, warm and smelling of copper. Cuts are open and singing their pain all over my face and arms and chest. The cottony feeling clothes im wearing must be torn to shreds. but i dont care. I can only heave out my relief through my air reprieved lungs and slap my hands over my face.

Opening my eyes for the first time in days, maybe weeks, goes unexpectedly. Catching my breath, my hands slide from their position over my eyes to reveal a dark, gray, concrete basement splattered with blood. I choke down a gag at the dark, long dried pool below me mixed with streaks of my own. Old rusty droplets and bright crimson slashes paint the concrete. Bile threatens to rise in my throat but i pull myself together harshly as my eyes catch on a boy no older than 16 hanging by chains in the corner with diagonal cuts slashed from his pecs to his thighs creating an X shape.

The scales and forked tongue reveal his danea soul, if his eyes had been open id bet all my chips theyd be slit. His body is littered with wounds ranging from barely scabbed over to white scars. His mouth open in a permanent scream, i wonder just how long ago death had stopped them. i guess i couldnt hear their sudden silence over my raging panic. Taking a deep breath my eyes move from the painful sight, its awful. But i have to keep moving, keep going. Any longer and ill drive myself insane.

Then directly in front of me is a pair of hateful, piercing eyes.

I cant even call them blue, they were like ice. White glaciers looking more menacing than the one that took down the titanic.

The coldest blue steel Ive ever seen, malice almost palpable and narrowed at one thing. Me.