Post by Red Arrow on Sept 6, 2012 10:00:05 GMT -5
Kid devil Audition:
It wasn’t as though it didn’t hurt, the smaller wounds were nothing compared to being ripped open, his blood running down his legs. His blood it smelled, he’d take the smell of copper of the thick red substance that smelled of the highly combustible gasoline, he supposed the one thing he should be pleased with was the fact that the blood itself wasn’t going to catch on fire. A small dilemma, he wasn’t worried about that, he was worried about the way his smaller wounds had stopped bleeding but his stomach…it had been ripped open, he could feel his organs against his waist and he could see them.
His body shuddered, his hands curling against his chains. He exhaled feeling the heat lick across his covered cheeks. He wanted to burn this guy to death; he wanted him to leave him alone. He was a titian for Christ sake, not a monster…at least not underneath it all.
His throat burned he could feel the flames of his fire breath climbing up his throat with an intensity that he wasn’t used too, it burned but there was nowhere for it to go. The want to vomit was second as he opened his mouth and the flames came rushing out the sides of the mask that was covering his mouth and nose making it impossible for him to do what he wanted.
His breathing came labored and he watched his gold eyes dimming slightly as the pain ate at him. He wondered if they were on their way, coming to help him.
Fingers curling, he jerked against his chains, feeling his body arch off the wall he was held against, the chains around his neck choked him and heaved feeling his smaller intestine dip against his waist. He was going to be sick.
I think...I'm gonna be sick[/color]
He thought, looking in the eyes of the man that called him a monster. He was kinda of right. The man approached him intent on digging the dagger he had with him in his heart.
A scary thought, as the dagger went into his chest he screamed, feeling the point pierce his heart.
"Arghhhhhh!"
Eddie screamed fire coming from his mouth spraying across his bed, thankfully catching nothing on fire and dispersing quickly.
His hands covered his face, fingers pressing into his eyes as he pulled his knees to his chest, he was in just a pair of shorts, his tail curling along one leg as he breathed slowly.
"It was just a dream...that never happened, they came, your friends came, they'll always come."
His eyes glowed in the darkness of his room, he knew that it had to be the demons playing with him, trying to make him doubt his friends, a fun game for them.
Eyes sliding to the clock, it was 4:55 in the morning. He felt it was a good a time as any to get up. He walked out of his room and nearly collided with Garfield.
He leapt back, his skin flaring a shade brighter in the darkened hall. He could have seriously hurt him.
"Dude Gar, you startled me..."
Garfield didn't grin, in fact he looked concerned, Edward found himself scratching the back of his neck nervously under Beast Boy's gaze.
"You had another nightmare, you want to talk about it?"
Beast Boy had always tried to make him feel welcomed, and he went out of his way a lot of the time; to have a conversation, even if it was a short, 'how ya doin'?'
Eddie shook his head, his tail flicking back and forth as he regarded BB. His golden gaze not quite looking him in the eyes. He shrugged looking a little lost.
"Maybe a little later...Say you want to help me make breakfast?"
Gar's eyes brightened and he grinned at him showing his teeth. "Sure, man let's get started."
It wasn’t as though it didn’t hurt, the smaller wounds were nothing compared to being ripped open, his blood running down his legs. His blood it smelled, he’d take the smell of copper of the thick red substance that smelled of the highly combustible gasoline, he supposed the one thing he should be pleased with was the fact that the blood itself wasn’t going to catch on fire. A small dilemma, he wasn’t worried about that, he was worried about the way his smaller wounds had stopped bleeding but his stomach…it had been ripped open, he could feel his organs against his waist and he could see them.
His body shuddered, his hands curling against his chains. He exhaled feeling the heat lick across his covered cheeks. He wanted to burn this guy to death; he wanted him to leave him alone. He was a titian for Christ sake, not a monster…at least not underneath it all.
His throat burned he could feel the flames of his fire breath climbing up his throat with an intensity that he wasn’t used too, it burned but there was nowhere for it to go. The want to vomit was second as he opened his mouth and the flames came rushing out the sides of the mask that was covering his mouth and nose making it impossible for him to do what he wanted.
His breathing came labored and he watched his gold eyes dimming slightly as the pain ate at him. He wondered if they were on their way, coming to help him.
Fingers curling, he jerked against his chains, feeling his body arch off the wall he was held against, the chains around his neck choked him and heaved feeling his smaller intestine dip against his waist. He was going to be sick.
I think...I'm gonna be sick[/color]
He thought, looking in the eyes of the man that called him a monster. He was kinda of right. The man approached him intent on digging the dagger he had with him in his heart.
A scary thought, as the dagger went into his chest he screamed, feeling the point pierce his heart.
"Arghhhhhh!"
Eddie screamed fire coming from his mouth spraying across his bed, thankfully catching nothing on fire and dispersing quickly.
His hands covered his face, fingers pressing into his eyes as he pulled his knees to his chest, he was in just a pair of shorts, his tail curling along one leg as he breathed slowly.
"It was just a dream...that never happened, they came, your friends came, they'll always come."
His eyes glowed in the darkness of his room, he knew that it had to be the demons playing with him, trying to make him doubt his friends, a fun game for them.
Eyes sliding to the clock, it was 4:55 in the morning. He felt it was a good a time as any to get up. He walked out of his room and nearly collided with Garfield.
He leapt back, his skin flaring a shade brighter in the darkened hall. He could have seriously hurt him.
"Dude Gar, you startled me..."
Garfield didn't grin, in fact he looked concerned, Edward found himself scratching the back of his neck nervously under Beast Boy's gaze.
"You had another nightmare, you want to talk about it?"
Beast Boy had always tried to make him feel welcomed, and he went out of his way a lot of the time; to have a conversation, even if it was a short, 'how ya doin'?'
Eddie shook his head, his tail flicking back and forth as he regarded BB. His golden gaze not quite looking him in the eyes. He shrugged looking a little lost.
"Maybe a little later...Say you want to help me make breakfast?"
Gar's eyes brightened and he grinned at him showing his teeth. "Sure, man let's get started."