3 DON’T TRY TO RUN, RUT

He was drowning. The images followed him like the plague, he couldn't handle it. His mouth began frothing and his body started seizing up.

He was panting, trying to catch breath but his body kept violently shivering, images continued to flash in his mind.

All were filled with screaming and crying, in his images a small boy, dressed in rags was being whipped, over and over again. The whip was attached to jagged pieces of sharp metal. Every time he hit, the metal would engrave itself deeply into his skin before being forcefully pulled out, causing blood and chunks of flesh to come out.

When the man stopped he looked at the boy, grinning.

"Now that'll teach ye"

He smiled sadistically, pulling the boys head up to his lips so he could whisper.

"Don't try to run, rut. Stay here and continue being stupid, no ones going to save you"

He chuckled.

His dirty breath blew in his ear.

"Be thankful, I'm this merciful, but beware. I won't be next time....if you live till next time that is."

The boy shivered, the pressure on his head was released.

Instead of sadness, anger blew up in his brain.

His continuous train of thoughts were not broken, he kept thinking and thinking. His emotions out of bound...until they snapped.

His body began morphing, his limbs grew longer, his teeth grew sharper, his eyes were narrowed. His build changed, to complete muscle.

His eyes full of mirth, he started stalking to the door where the man had just left.

Entering the room outside the door.

He saw the man.

He looked up to him, his eyes full of fear and angst.

Grabbing him by the neck he said,

"Don't try to run, rut"

Mimicking the mans previous words, he kicked him to the ceiling, fracturing his back.

He shoved the man through several walls, till he hit a solid stone wall.

Still holding him from his collar he took his razor sharp nails and ripped through his shirt.

To see a big pot belly. slowly he cut from his belly button up to his chest.

Loving the screams the man made, before finally slitting his throat.

The flashback had ended, that had been the first time he morphed and killed.

He was so confused, so broken when it had happened. Couldn't comprehend that he killed.

Jumping to his feet, only to fall on the floor groaning.

He reached his shaking hand to his night stand and trying to open the drawer, his hands shifting, looking for a medicine bottle.

Only for there to be multiple, pulling them all out, he read the similar labels. Looking for the right one, he found it.

Taking out two pills, he popped them in his mouth dry, trying to stabilise the shaking.

After five minutes, it stopped.

Sighing softly, he stood up and walked to the bathroom and turned on the light.

Looking in the mirror, he was shocked by his haggard expression.

Sighing for what seemed like the hundredth time, he washed his face, trying to soothe his red rimmed eyes.

Once he was done in the bathroom he made his way back to bed.

He collapsed on top of the blanket and reached his hand to the bedside table and grabbed a sleeping pill, popping it in his mouth, he dropped into dreamland.

——

He entered the mall, in a very good disguise.

He made his way over to the familiar coffee shop.

Hoping to see his cutie, only to be pleasantly surprised.

He was siting in the same spot as the other day, all the way at the back next to the window.

He was watching the rainfall.

Quietly walking up to his cutie, he sat down and smiled.

Cutie turned to look at him

"H-hey"

"Hey"

"S-is w-what are y-you doing h-here?"

"Me oh well I just wanted to see my cutie" he smiled charmingly

Cuties face flushed, his tinted cheeks morphed into a burnt red.

"S-stop teasing me!" He looked down to his fidgeting fingers.

Having way to much fun,

Jack brought his hand to his face and leaned his head on it and looked up as if he was pondering over something,

"Hmmm no"

"W-why?" The flustered face asked.

"Cuz it's fun to see such an adorable person like you get so flustered"

Nala continued to look at his fingers with a bright red face.

"Give me your phone for a sec?"

Jack asked.

"Uh s-sure" the flustered boy pulled out his phone from his pocket.

Giving it to him, Jack tapped around on his phone for a while, before giving it back.

"Call me sometime" he said, pulling his face closer to cuties and lightly pecked his forehead, and gave him a model worthy smile.

Nala's heart jumped out his chest, his breath labouring and his cheeks tinted.

His heart skipping a beat, he placed a hand over it, trying to calm it down.

After realising what happened, he smiled.

Nala left the shop feeling warm, a foreign feeling invoked his mind and his heart.

Being touched by that man felt perfect, like everything was complete.

Yet when he looked in that mans eyes he saw sadness and consuming loneliness, he wanted to take away that loneliness.

That's what consumed him.

He wanted to take over him, love him, make him feel things he had never felt before.

Smiling, Nala looked at his phone to see his number,

He sent a text:

N: get home safe

A minute later he received a text

J: thanks, you too!

Smiling he saw no more messages,

He began walking home, entering his tiny apartment he kept thinking about Jack.

How charming and kind he was, he felt complete when Jack came.

Something he had never felt before.

He was sure Jack felt the same, he felt the spark, right?

Quickly pulling out his phone, to the number saved earlier, he typed:

N: umm do you want to see a movie or something with me?

Surprised, by his courage of actually being able to send that.

He heard a ping, showing that he got a message back,

J: sure, I'm down let's go on a date!

Seeing that reply, all his worries were washed away.

Wait did he say date,

Looking back at the previous messages he could clearly see the text.

Squealing, he jumped around his tiny room before smooshing his foot painfully hard onto the edge of his bed.

"Tsk you're just as bad as Lego's..." he mumbled.