MCYT RANDOMNESS 2

Fallen angel, pt 3

PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, IF YOU ARE IN ANY WAY SENSITIVE TO VIOLENCE AND GORE, OR IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, READ THE TRIGGER WARNINGS, THIS CHAPTER GETS VERY BAD. -->

My eyes don't want to open.

I wince at the unsurmountable headache, like something's crushed my brain. Everything throbs with pain.

'What- whatthe where-'

'Skizz. Skizz you're awake- oh my gosh- are you-'

And then I remember.

I'm in a cage, the outside swarmed by jeering, laughing. Wearing only underwear. Everything hurts. I glance down at my chest to find a mess of congealed blood and gore. I retch, and have to look away, find something that won't make me throw up.

A scream.

I freeze. The vexes only laugh louder, several flitting through the walls to look. Another stomach-twisting, primal cry of pain. A voice I wish I couldn't recognise.

Cub.

'...awake? I thought you woke up, did you wake up?'

That's Impulse speaking. I know that's Impulse.

I open my eyes, and hiss at the light, curling up. A spasm of pain rips through me. I gasp, a sob escaping me.

'Woah- woah woah woah easy now. Easy. Please. I- I don't want you to hurt yourself any more... TANGO! SCAR! HE'S AWAKE!'

Cub, who tried so hard to keep me safe.

Cub, who I saw had already been hurt.

Cub, who's only here because my stupid legs and heart wouldn't let me run.

'Let him go,' I say, like pleading with the vexes will do anything. 'You want me, not him. Stop hurting him.'

'Skizzleman? You are Skizzleman?'

I look up, to see three vexlings faze through the wall ahead.

Two, splattered with blood, wear vex masks and robes like an evokers. The third is beaten, and bleeding, limp, head lolled forward, staring at the ground. A jolt of something spears me as I realise it's Cub,

'Skizz? Hey- you're alive. You're safe now. Don't worry. This is- well- this is what it's like for new vexlings.'

'Yeah,' echoes Scar, his voice dull and hollow.

'This is normal?!'

'His code has been completely rewired, he's suddenly got demonic fairies in his head. Not to mention the physical injuries. Of course he'll be out of it for a while, you remember how long it took Cub and Scar to recover?'

'Turn him,' one of the two either side of Cub says with a high-pitched, sadistic, giggle. 'Turn him into a Vexling.'

Cub looks up, enough to see his eyes and brand that empty, drowning hopelessness into my mind forever. And then looks back at the ground. His steps, already dragging, stop entirely. I can see he's trying to fight, but the two are stronger, pushing him forwards, closer to me. He stumbles over, landing with a grunt on the ground.

'...gaping, untreated cuts down his chest. And the cuts everywhere. And the amount of physical and mental trauma he's been put through?'

'Yeah. Those are normal too,' Scar whispers.

'We can and will hurt you until you do as we say,' one vexling threatens with a twisted excitement, yanking hard on Cub's necklace until he coughs and splutters for breath. A splatter of blood and spittle joins the caked red on the ground. The other vexling kicks him, hard, in the stomach. Cub curls up, fighting a whimper of pain. The two drag him back to his feet. I just watch.