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Franz woke to the raging pain which enveloped his shoulder shortly after being freed from the trap of the meat hook. For the most part, the youth remained disoriented and confused; however, the growing pain was far too much to simply bode as tears quickly began pouring down his cheeks and pitiful cries escaped his lips. Reaching over with his uninjured arm, Franz placed a hand against his shoulder--at least until he felt the warmth which dampened his shirt with crimson red. He gulped, not daring to gaze upon his stained hand, but instead choosing to accept the local distraction which came from the rapid banging against the distant doorway. Gazing behind a mask of tears, he noticed the blurred appearances of human-like shapes--individuals he wished to call out towards...move towards...interact with; however, all of the above proved far more difficult than he ever imagined. Words fizzled in his throat...attempts of moving left him paralyzed in place...and altogether his vision began to fade.
The end?
The single thought coursed through his mind as darkness rapidly closed in on his eyes. Rather than resist, the youth simple began to chuckle in regards to the irony of the situation at hand. After fleeing the academy grounds, Franz remembered rushing to his house where he found his mother drunken-passed out in a pool of vomit and cheap liquor. Of course, such a scene was commonplace in the recent months, yet gazing at a human--his mother at that--in such a pathetic state only worsened the sense of hollowness that he felt within himself. There was little he could do to assist his mother without engaging her drunken anger, and as such, he relegated himself to his drab room where he inevitably gave into the fatigue which spawned from his tears and desire to gently pass on from his curse.
Now, here he was, immobilized on the ground with nothing but his auditory sense left functioning for himself. He heard the commotion of familiar voices speaking in the distance...the sound thuds from the other side of the door...yet none of it mattered. They were likely nothing but manifestations of his mind in the final hour of his life--or so he would have liked to believed if not for a peculiar sensation that welled within his body. Nothing about the present situation made sense for such feelings; however, he couldn't help but feel a connection with whatever laid on the opposite side of the doors. It wasn't a connection in an amicable sense, but rather one of familiarity--as if he faintly recognized the source of the voice...as if he could feel the annoyance that she expressed in her mind...as if he could discern the sadism which fueled her entire existence in the present plain.
Danger.
Red flashed in his mind as he slowly came to realize the evil which stood but a yards away from his current position. Panic began to well alongside of his anxiety; however, it was the talk of his potential peers which lightly brought his mind back to reality. On the off chance that this was not a dream; that the pain he felt in his shoulders was real; that the voices which spoke were indeed the fellow students that he met earlier in the day; then it was a fatal mistake they were about to step into.
Get away from the door!
Desperately, Franz attempted to shout his warning, yet the words remained caught in his throat.
Fuck! Why am I so useless!
Once again, tears began to fall down his cheeks as he realized he was capable of nothing else but failing at anything he tried. His birth had ruined his family's life, only to become a clinic's guinea pig for the unique disorders that he carried. Sure, he was smart, but what good was genii when he was incapable of interacting with society itself. Friends were beyond the scope of his capabilities...School was beyond the tolerance of his patience...Hell, he was lucky if he could function in his own home without angering his mother through the crazed antics of "shadows" or "supernatural stalkers."
A frustrated scream erupted in his mind--and the environment as well; a development which startled even himself into immediate silence. Nonetheless, his flustered state was temporary at best as he, once again, began to roar while forcing strength into his limbs. Stumbling across the misty ground, Franz soon found himself nearing the doors where he desperately reached for anyone he could grab. In doing so, he attempted to pull them away from the door, but given his lack of strength, all he managed was to fling himself forward into a stumblr against the doors--in particular the barricade which lightly shifted given the momentum of his body and its already haphazard placement against the doors.
It only took a moment for Franz to realize he had royally fucked up. With nothing to reverse the idiotic actions he had just performed, all he could manage was a small squeak as he spoke to his three peers who stood at their ready.
"Please run."
The end?
The single thought coursed through his mind as darkness rapidly closed in on his eyes. Rather than resist, the youth simple began to chuckle in regards to the irony of the situation at hand. After fleeing the academy grounds, Franz remembered rushing to his house where he found his mother drunken-passed out in a pool of vomit and cheap liquor. Of course, such a scene was commonplace in the recent months, yet gazing at a human--his mother at that--in such a pathetic state only worsened the sense of hollowness that he felt within himself. There was little he could do to assist his mother without engaging her drunken anger, and as such, he relegated himself to his drab room where he inevitably gave into the fatigue which spawned from his tears and desire to gently pass on from his curse.
Now, here he was, immobilized on the ground with nothing but his auditory sense left functioning for himself. He heard the commotion of familiar voices speaking in the distance...the sound thuds from the other side of the door...yet none of it mattered. They were likely nothing but manifestations of his mind in the final hour of his life--or so he would have liked to believed if not for a peculiar sensation that welled within his body. Nothing about the present situation made sense for such feelings; however, he couldn't help but feel a connection with whatever laid on the opposite side of the doors. It wasn't a connection in an amicable sense, but rather one of familiarity--as if he faintly recognized the source of the voice...as if he could feel the annoyance that she expressed in her mind...as if he could discern the sadism which fueled her entire existence in the present plain.
Danger.
Red flashed in his mind as he slowly came to realize the evil which stood but a yards away from his current position. Panic began to well alongside of his anxiety; however, it was the talk of his potential peers which lightly brought his mind back to reality. On the off chance that this was not a dream; that the pain he felt in his shoulders was real; that the voices which spoke were indeed the fellow students that he met earlier in the day; then it was a fatal mistake they were about to step into.
Get away from the door!
Desperately, Franz attempted to shout his warning, yet the words remained caught in his throat.
Fuck! Why am I so useless!
Once again, tears began to fall down his cheeks as he realized he was capable of nothing else but failing at anything he tried. His birth had ruined his family's life, only to become a clinic's guinea pig for the unique disorders that he carried. Sure, he was smart, but what good was genii when he was incapable of interacting with society itself. Friends were beyond the scope of his capabilities...School was beyond the tolerance of his patience...Hell, he was lucky if he could function in his own home without angering his mother through the crazed antics of "shadows" or "supernatural stalkers."
A frustrated scream erupted in his mind--and the environment as well; a development which startled even himself into immediate silence. Nonetheless, his flustered state was temporary at best as he, once again, began to roar while forcing strength into his limbs. Stumbling across the misty ground, Franz soon found himself nearing the doors where he desperately reached for anyone he could grab. In doing so, he attempted to pull them away from the door, but given his lack of strength, all he managed was to fling himself forward into a stumblr against the doors--in particular the barricade which lightly shifted given the momentum of his body and its already haphazard placement against the doors.
It only took a moment for Franz to realize he had royally fucked up. With nothing to reverse the idiotic actions he had just performed, all he could manage was a small squeak as he spoke to his three peers who stood at their ready.
"Please run."
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