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Pain.
Blinding pain.
It hurts.
It hurts so much.
Regto.....?
Regto.....Help me.
Regto?
Please.... Regto....?
These thoughts had been circulating in Rudo's feverish state of mind for a few hours without a sign of stopping.
It is now four o'clock in the morning and it was dark on the ground and as the always red sky could hardly let trougth any light. The red clouds swirled in a spiral, creating eerie shadows on some parts of the ground, except for a few rays of faint dark red light that managed to get through the thinner parts of the clouds.
One such beam penetrated through the window into Rudo's dark room.
It shone straight at him, accentuating his painfully twisted forehead, glistening with sweat. His hair was sticking to his face and neck from all the swating, while on the top of his head he had a huge tuft from how he was tossing and turning in a restless sleep full of nightmares and nights terror.
Suddenly, his eyes, full of panic widened with terror, and he sat up with a silent scream of horror. Immediately after that, his eyes shut and his face twisted in pain as he quietly whimpered.
In addition to the quiet whining of pain, the sour smell of Rudos pheromones also carried through the room like a plague. Rudos pheromones that usually smell in a milky like way with hints of hyacinth and rust, are now very deeply woven by the fear and pain he is currently experiencing from his nightmare, that the familiar scent becomes unrecognizable, warped by terror and pain.
The faint sound of rustling that Rudo’s trembling cause is also carrying through the room. But whether the trembling comes from cold or fear, even he cannot tell, and the uncertainty gnaws at him, making every heartbeat sharper, every breath harder.”
The sour tang of Rudo’s pheromones quickly drove out the once pleasant, puppy like scent that had lingered in the room. The air thickened, heavy and almost choking, turning the familiar space into something sharp and oppressive. His room reeked of his own scent, and now a faint, insidious whiff began to curl under the door, winding its way through the cold, dark hallway, clinging to the shadows like a living thing.
Back in the room, Rudo managed to crawl into the bathroom, where he pulled himself up and sat down on a pre-prepared chair that was he placed by his sink. He grabbed a stray T-shirt and clogged the sink. Then he turned on the water and began to fill the sink with clear warm water.
In his blank, pained state of mind, Rudo didn't even think about taking his gloves off of his hands or rolling up his sleeves so they didnt get wet, he just dipped them stright into the filling sink now full of warm water. A badly held whimper got out of Rudos mouth and another rushed wave of pain and the now present feeling of dizziness with a strong rush of nausea shook him to his bones.
This way you would find Rudo there in next two hours.
The water was now slowly flowing out of the sink, down Rudo's torso and legs to the ground. Below it, a puddle of now icy water had been making for the last hour, which slowly drained in a distant drain that is in the corner of the bathroom.
The air in the room was still filled with the smell of Rudo's strong-smelling pheromones and the sound of faint crying and whimpering of pain coming from the young omega.
From the dusty window that leads to Rudo's room, light began to shine through the dark layers of dirt. It was getting brighter and Rudo's room began to gain more color.
The most eye striking color in his entire room was the numerous reddish-brown that was all over. This reddish-brown color is the color of Rudo's dried blood.
The blood that had been slowly flowing from his permanently damaged scarred hands for the past few hours. It rubbed and smudget against everything Rudo wanted or more like tried to touch. It even seeped through his dear jinki gloves.
Not even the bathroom was spared from his blood. The water that was overflowing from the sink was pale redish brown and stained Rudo's oversized T-shirt, shorts and tiled floor to unpleasant browish colour.
At 6:07 a.m., Rudo finally, after more than twenty-eight hours, fell into a deep sleep, almost unconscious from constant pain and restless, sleepless nights full of nightmares, panic and waking up with a high fever all confused.
The nightmares did not bother Rudo that much, but since Regto was killed and the spheres threw him into the pit and with the events that followed, both the nightmares and the pain in his hands got incredibly worse, so much so that he slept a maximum of 17 hours in the last 9 days, which he spent either with cleaners or failed attempts to sleep, which led to this moment.
In this moment, Rudo was lying on the cold floor in his bathroom. He was lying in the water that was still flowing from the sink and his own blood flowing not only from his hands, but now, also from his head, which he hit when he fell from his chair on the floor.
Rudo's scarred hands were gently spread out in front of him, as if he were still awake, scared that every movement will hurt as hell. Every now and then his hands twitched with a particularly strong spasm and the water around them turned red with how much blood was flowing from them.
Now its 6:35.
Water keeps dripping from the sink to the floor all over the bathroom and Rudo's room. Now the water is even slowly flowing out of his room to the hallway along with the fading scents of Rudo's sour smelling pheromones.
Rudo was still lying on the ground in the cold water, although now he slowly began to regain consciousness, extremely disoriented and in enormus pain from his hands sending sharp stinging through his shivering body.
Rudo slowly sat up facing the wall, staring mindlessly at his blackish-red scarred, bleeding hands that he palced in his lap.
He didn't even noticed the cold water he was sitting in.
Slowly but surely, Rudo's strengthening, sour smelling pheromones and faint whining began to fill the room, and they were even dimly felt and heard in the hallway in front of his room.
THUD.
THUD.
All I feel right now is a strong throbbing pain in my hands that spreads throughout my body with sharp pricking, constant tinnitus and angry voices whispering in my head.
THUD.
Son of a murderer
Trash
Filth
Send the filth to the pit.
Send the filth to the pit.
Send the filth to the pit.
Send the filth to the pit.
Send the filth to the pit.
THUD!
Hot liquid began to slowly run into my eyes and down my face in small trickles leaving wet traces on my face.
THUD.
More of this liquid, blood, began to run down my face and drip onto the water covered floor and began to soak into my clothes and bandages on my hands.
THUD.
A loud high pitched whistling sounded in my ears whole world spined and then nothing.