Hybrid Of The End

~Chapter Nine~

Cloudless hues of red swarmed around him.

Suffocating.

Blood, overwhelming him, drowning him, killing him.

His eyes staring as the needle of green was slid into his flesh. He couldn't look away as they cut parts where his two colours faded and blended. He was left silenced as the masked men did what they could to draw blood. 

Everything was distorted.

Repeating, each and every day.

Needle, Blood, Liquid. Blood.

Leather gags and bound nails dragged against him whilst he screamed and hurled into his coma.

They didn't know he was awake, or maybe they didn't care. They just worked, paid no mind to his expression or the new bite marks on the leather strap after each insertion.  They sliced him. over and over. 

His tail was bond, entrapped in the hands of a doctor as they shaved down the hair on it, leaving the ends primed. Even so, the fur that did fall, did nothing little to hide away the blood that dripped over and over onto the floor.

They cut down his small chunks of hair, scratching with knives around his horns. Pulling and tugging at each end. They sanded him down. 

He was bare, dignity faded like his will of fire. 

He wanted them dead...

Ranboo woke up in the dreadful silence of his facility room, he had just started to get use to the purple void and the gentle murmur of strangers speaking in another language.
Either way, it was just a dream, everything was fake.

At least, that's when Ranboo though as he stretched out his arms, even as a small sphere rolled along the floor he still thought it was just a dream, and even when he placed his hand on top of a rolled up paper and flattened it slightly did he think it was still 'just a dream'.

He stood up and walked into the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror to check to see if anything else had changed as he slept, and to no surprise there was nothing new besides the black tailcoat and white vest that replaced his pyjama shirt, and the black shorts that still stayed on his legs, exactly the outfit he wore in his 'dream'.

"Okay, maybe not a dream" ranboo rubbed his eyes, walking out the room and towards his bed. "Wasn't a dream" he muttered as he looked at the rolled up parchment paper that he had crumbled slightly.
He pulled his memory book out from underneath his pillow and the pen off the night stand, turning on the lamp and flicking the book to the last pages.
He wrote in fast swirls and short sentences.

'The End??'

'Castle in another world?

'Death/Nature/ Kristen?'

'Sick woman with white hair'

'Creature named Odeuo'd'

'letter'
'find Phil?'

'get memories back?'

Yet, before the boy had time to fully process everything that had happened and that he had just written down, the door clicked and caused him to have to rush to get out of the outfit, struggling slightly when it came to pulling off the tie. Granted; he managed to do it, just he completely undid it all and somehow managed to pull of one of the buttons on the coat in the process.
The shorts where easier to take off, yet the lonely button from the coat still rolled along the floor.
Ranboo folded the clothes as fast as he could and stuffed them where his gloves where stored; at the top of the wardrobe.