Grief

Shock Pt 3

Natsu gasped, opening his eyes as his airway was cleared. His blurred vision made it hard, but he could see blurred figures surrounding him. He trembled, blood pounding in his ears as his eyes darted around wildly, trying to figure out what was going on.

‘Why is there more than one of them?’

 He saw metal, and froze in terror as a memory surfaced.

He had pressed himself against a wall,  tucking his knees into his chest as fear coursed through his trembling body, making him shutter with closed eyes. The  musky odor of disease, cement and wet wood  was making his stomach churn.

He did not want to be here.

At all.

The door slowly opened and his gaze darting to the wooden entryway.

“I’m back, Salamander-shit”

He shook, the fear growing from churning to flipping in his stomach. He was dragged by the scarf and choked until his ankles were chained.

“Stand”

He slowly started to push himself up.

 “STAND!!!”

The order was barked and he stood, his arms pulled reaching for the sky as the chains tore the limbs from his arm sockets, dislocated. A sharp knife glittered, before piercing his skin. Over and over again he was struck, until he was covered in sticky red blood from his back to his legs and arms staining his pants, scarf and chest shades of scarlet. He fell, the chains glinting as he was released from the pulley, his shackles clanking against the wood. Kicks  were thrown his way continually  bruising his abdomen, turning blue and purple.

“Stop” he wanted to whispered, watching the chains glitter.

 “Stop!” he heaved as the tube was shoved in crookedly, making him struggle against the figures.

He fought for breath as his vision blurred.  

“Natsu… Natsu! Stay with me, please!” A voice murmured, catching his attention.

‘Nat…su?’

 Pain shot through him like a bullet, before the world went back to pitch black.