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So.

It was quiet.

Not a real quiet, only the façade of silence loud with insecurities, and with torturous anticipation.

A numb sort of quiet because it was coming again. If the silence were a color it would be grey – not pure white or wicked black, not a single color really. The kind of grey that blocks out all the other colors and just fades them all away.

And that was when pain stopped setting in. It was a strange feeling.

 

Click clop

 

Click clop

 

The first thing he saw was wet smearing red. Pinpoints of feathery almost gelatin liquid sprinkling the floor. That was the only color he could really see, the only color that really mattered.

 

“Confess your guilt and we can move on.” Crackled the eerie voice from the walls.

But Nathair was never an obedient little victim, he had enough spite to endure the pain. He knew it wouldn’t stop just because he surrendered.

“I didn’t do anything they didn’t ask for!” He growled, feeling it begin to trigger inside him. Cold as needles under his skin. No, why should he apologize for what they did to him first?

 

Click clop

 

Click clop

 

They were his footsteps. The only sound he could hear. He’d glared around the room for the noise but it was his own footsteps, he just wasn’t conscious. It was all a blur of grey – colorless grey, dulling every sound, smell and sense. The only thing that was vividly real was the hot, crisp red drenching his hands. It was all black and white and grey all around him.

But his hands almost vibrated with something…something about the blood. It was…the only thing that felt real, but there was something else. Something untapped.

Maybe he was too dizzy with delirium and trauma.

The little boy just stood there, strangely, in the pile of corpses all around him. All the doctors and the magicians that had tortured him for the sake of science. And the funny thing was, he didn’t feel sad, or bitter, or wickedly satisfied in any way. The only thing he felt was…rather hungry, he hoped he could find bread or something, maybe cakes, he wanted something sweet.

Maybe he regretted it…? He didn’t remember any of it.

 

(*He will go on until the castle kills him…just sayin’…* He might just have to die in this test to get the story moving*

*Does…he just need to like die…and them pass the test and he respawns there after they get through…?*)

 

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