Thump! Thump! Thump!


    Nathanial abruptly came to once again, relentlessly gasping for air before finding his vision to have become quite fuzzy, round black flesh located on the sides of his vision obscuring his sight.


    Weakly moving his head up slightly from its slumped position he saw four figures.


    Two of them seemed to have been sent into a frenzy for some reason, the tall and muscular man standing eerily still whilst facing the door from which they supposedly came from.


    “….know……there! …Out… Hands… Air!” a voice thundered, most of the contents of the screams inaudible due to his current physical state.


    A large portly figure glared at a small, shrivelled man, kicking him in the stomach, sending the man across the room with a yelp.


    His world had become almost completely muted, lest for the constant ringing which ricocheted inside his skull, making him feel as if some unknown creature was attempting to forcefully dig its way out to freedom.


    Unable to gather the strength to keep looking upwards towards the men, the blonde’s head hung towards the ground, eyes widening upon seeing a few small objects laced upon the floor.


    A couple of cracked teeth laid upon the cold concrete, blood sombrely dripping onto the floor. Searching the insides of his mouth, the gritty taste of iron sliding down his throat from internal oral injuries, he confirmed that those teeth on the floor were in fact his.


    Two black hands inspected the bloody teeth which laid shattered upon the floor, a jittery voice erupting from within his mind, instantly quelling the ringing.


    “Look at you. Bloodied. Powerless. Awaiting your death given to you by those who are below you.”


    The voice paused, as if it were thinking about how it could most effectively phrase its next words.


    “He’s a leach you know. Mum warned you in advance, but you foolishly thought he was one of you.”


    A black face appeared in front of the small blonde, one that looked incredibly lifelike and familiar to him.


    Bloodied blonde hair stuck to its forehead, two dull blue eyes solemnly sat within their prison made of rotting flesh. Stab wounds were present all over its soft paled skin, lips broken and bruised.


    Nathanial’s mouth tightened into a firm line as his lips quivered, words teetering on the edge of them.


    But before he could spoke, the corpse beat him to it.


    “Kill him. That leach killed me. KILL HIM!” It mumbled, voice loudening towards the end of its sentence.


    The stagnant blue orbs suddenly came to light, snapping in the direction of his own as they made eye contact.


    “A leach? … … … A leach. How dare he? Reduce me to such a state? Me, powerless? Better off dead, right mum?”


    A metallic groan resounded within his mind once more, the corners of the once frowning dead corpse shifting upwards, the corresponding muscles stubbornly refusing to cooperate resulting in its skin to begin tearing as the smile widened.


    “Heh. Ha… Ha… HaH…. AhaHahaha! Worthless Leach. Better off dead!” his powerless corpse giggled out, collapsing to the ground after finishing the sentence, black blood slowly pouring out of several cuts as all movement ceased.


    Nathanial found that his mind had become quiet. It was as if every thought he had echoed in the never-ending canyon that had become his own brain.


    The small boy felt another presence closing in on him, their podgy legs trampling the small corpse which laid still upon the cold concrete, more and more blood pouring out of his mouth every time it had been stepped on.


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    “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Cowardly piece of shit!” a greasy voice sounded out, his mammoth-like legs striking the thin figure which had curled up into the foetal position.


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    Hastily making his way to the beaten child, he frantically dialled a number on his phone, only for it to go to the answer machine.


    Pelting his phone against the hard concrete, he furiously stomped on it several times as he let out a few feral curses.


    “Fucking dipshit brother! Always so perfect! Can’t even answer the phone when I’ve kidnapped your son!”


    Nathanial’s body started to shake involuntarily as he seethed with an unknown emotion, a broken grin splayed across his countenance as he slowly lifted his head, glaring towards his uncle.


    A series of incoherent gurgles left his newly malformed mouth, eliciting the attention of the old fat man who refocused his fury from the smashed phone below him onto the small child.


    Equipping the pocketknife once again, he roughly cut the boy’s arm restrains, handing him the knife all while heavily panting from physical exhaustion.


    Pulling a slender metallic object from his other pocket, he inched closer to Nathanial, pressing the cool metal against the boy’s head, proceeding to scream, “Boy! Choose! Blind yourself in both eyes or I’ll smear your brat brains all over the wall behind ya!” he bellowed, a wide grin blooming upon his visage.


    Gripping the knife in his hands, the small blonde still only had one thought in his mind, constantly growing louder and louder until he felt as if his brain was going to explode.


    “Leaches... They''re better off dead, right mother?”


    The small blonde lifted up the knife towards his sapphire eyes, pointing the blade end of it towards his left orb.


    Hands unable to hold the blade still, he stabbed towards his left eye, narrowly missing resulting in the knife plunging into his skin.


    “Holy shit brat! You’ve got some balls! No hesitation! I think me and you could have been good friends had I not taken you hostage!”


    A wave of laughter poured out from an unkempt face, jeering at how scared the little boy’s expression scrunched up in pain as he attempted to dislodge the knife that was currently stuck in his face.


    BOOM! The door suddenly flung open, armed officers attempting to flood into the room, simultaneously snatching the fat man’s attention as he looked over towards the origin of the sound.


    The muscular man threw himself towards the officer, the driver quivering in fear whilst in the fatal position.


    BANG! BANG! BANG!


    Three bodies fell to the floor with a loud thud, their blood quickly leaking onto the ground whilst frantic radio chatter filled the air.


    Sharply tugging the blade out of his skin, the small blonde’s sapphire orbs glimmered, shooting up from the chair below him as he moved out of the firing line of the metallic gun which intently stared at him with a trained gaze.


    “Leach!” the small boy shrieked out, releasing all of his cooped up rage in one swift series of movements, driving the thin knife into the fat man’s left eye, tackling him onto the ground by using the fat man’s weight against him.


    “AAAGGGGGHHH… MY EYE! MY EYE!” The man futilely wailed, chubby arms frantically thudding against the small boy’s beaten body, causing the blonde to grunt in pain.


    But such pain wasn’t going to stop him.


    “HOW DARE YOU! DIE! DIE! DIE, DIE, DIE!” Nathanial bellowed, pulling out the knife and stabbing his other untouched right eye, over and over and over, pull, stab, pull, stab, pull, stab!


    Eventually the boy was flung of the old man, whose unkempt face had become unrecognisable from the tens of deep stab wounds that littered his countenance.


    “YOU LEECH! YOU PEASANT! BETTER OFF DEAD!” the boy frantically thrashed around; actions gaining no purchase as both of his arms had now became tightly held down by two officers.


    Both of the policemen looked at each other, their expressions containing a hint of fear and pity as they slowly craned their heads towards the dismantled corpse that laid deadly still not too far away from them.


    Blood smothered the small boy’s hands, face and body as he let out another round of triumphant broken gurgles, a noise resulting from his now deformed jaw and the blood that flooded his mouth as a result of his earlier injuries.


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    The next time Nathanial awoke, he found himself to have been covered in bandages, the only person in the bleak hospital room his father, sleeping on an uncomfortable looking chair, head resting on his wounded son’s bed.


    Recalling the previous events, a grainy voice erupting from beside him caused him to slightly jump in fear.


    “Leach! Better off dead!” it choked out, leaning over him as Nathanial took in the black figure’s new appearance.


    The figure was very fat, the width of the body reaching at least a metre and a half, the black material of its body seemingly phasing in and out of reality. It looked almost like the static he saw on TVs in the past.


    The black figure’s face somewhat resembled his recently deceased uncle, that unkempt face of his loosely sewed up, eyes vacant from the damaged sockets which they used to rest in.


    Its droopy eyebrows were furrowed in agony, three parts of its lip poorly put back together, now fixed into a large permanent expression of pain, the corners of its lips artificially being pulled down so much that they nearly connected to its chin.


    Nathanial’s eyes widened, expression loosening up after recovering from the initial shock of the jump scare. He’d never handled being spooked quite too well.


    Words leapt from his mouth without him even needing to think about what to say.


    “Yeah. Just like mother said. It feels good to have ridded the world of such a useless Leach.” He contently sighed, replaying the euphoric moment over and over again in his mind as he laid his head upon the comfortable hospital cushion.


    The excited quiver of the knife when it entered those large blue orbs, orbs that were just like his save for the slight red tinge which has stuck to his eyes, perhaps pointing towards that he had been deprived of sleep.


    His hands, exhausted from the force required to cut through his uncle’s fatty face, continued still, unrelentingly so, as if he had tapped into a second wave of energy.


    The black figure’s frown let out a metallic groan as it morphed into a large grin, albeit still displaying an expression of sheer agony.