𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝?~~ Madness Combat oc lore

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Why must I keep going? Do you want me to explain my life that badly? What about this is so interesting?! It's just painful to try and replay those memories in my head again so I can convey it into words-- why make me go on? This is torture for me, y'know. It hurts. It hurts so god damn much.

The grip on Alex's wrist steadily got tighter and tighter. He felt like his bones were gonna snap eventually. "I-I didn't do anything! I s-s-swear!" He spit out at last. It took a lot of work to even say those words. This fed into his father's anger, because clearly he wasn't believing a single bit of what Alex had to say. He smelled the fear on the boy, he saw the look in his eyes and knew he was lying. Suddenly and violently Alex was lifted by his wrist up over the counter and into a wall. He made some sort of noise of fear and unease as he was slammed into it. His dad pinned him with his arm to the wall and glared into the boy's eyes. The anger and spite in his face compared to the mortified meekness of the boy was something anyone would be concerned about. Was this man going to kill the boy? A tiny, frail, innocent child as himself? The answer is he's gonna try, at least. He quickly took a pocket knife out of his pocket and held it up to Alex's neck. "Now I'm gonna repeat myself. What. Did. You. Do." He said in a stern and unforgiving voice. This is life or death, Alex. Don't fuck this up. "I killed mom! Are you happy?! Are you fucking satisfied?! You got your answer-- let me go!" Alex yelled. He raised his voice so someone would hear him, and possibly rescue him.

However to the boy's misfortune, nobody was close enough to hear. His dad froze to process the venomous words the boy spat out of his mouth, before clenching his jaw and shoving his arm further into the boy's neck. "You bastard! That was your own mother! You'll fucking pay for your debt you piece of shit!" He said angrily with a slightly raised voice. Alex prepared himself as he spoke, and kicked the man in the stomach. This knocked him back as Alex was freed. He immediately sprinted away and towards the counter again. He was going to get help. But not before the back of his sweater was grabbed onto. His dad had caught him. He tried slipping out of it as quickly as possible but to no avail, thrashing violently. He screamed for help, genuinely terrified for his life. He was thrown over the counter once again onto the ground. Before his dad could lumber over to him, he had stood up and and ran. He used as much power as possible in his sprint. He wanted to grab something to defend himself with. But alas, there wasn't anything for him to use. He was stuck with just his own bare hands.

He watched as his dad ran over quickly, knife in hand, swinging at the boy. He ducked under the attacks and tried at getting behind the counter again. His dad managed to knock him in the head and daze him for a few seconds. In that time he was pinned against the wall again. The boy fought hard against the knife that was once again pressed to his neck, pushing his father's hand away with as much force as he could muster. He felt the sting of his neck being cut, but not so much searing pain that indicated it would be deadly. He used the rush of adrenaline that came with the injury and the smell of the iron in his own blood to push him, and got his father to stop. But before the push that managed to deter the knife from his neck, his dad had cut halfway across his neck, and a little deep. Deep enough to scar but not to kill. He headbutted his dad in the face to knock him back. His dad dropped the knife and groaned as he held his now broken nose. Alex quickly grabbed the knife and knocked his dad down by sweeping his legs. Now this man, the big and powerful father himself, was on the ground. He looked flabbergasted and annoyed beyond any point.

!!WARNING: GORE!!

Alex quickly pinned the man's arms down with his legs and violently slashed the knife across his neck. It was easier than he expected it to be, the skin and muscles in the man's neck were fairly squishy compared to cutting anything else. Alex had never dug a knife into human flesh before. Blood sputtered out of the wound before it started to flow steadily out. His father choked trying to yell, only to spit out a gurgling sound. The blood was filling the man's throat and staining the carpet in the casino. The life drained from his already lifeless eyes as he stopped breathing, asphyxiating on his own blood which pooled down his throat into his lungs. The muscles and esophagus that was inside his throat was now exposed. Covered in blood. Alex stared down at the dead man and stood up. He looked at his own hands as he moved one to his own neck, which had been sliced halfway. Pretty deep into his flesh too. Blood was already staining his clothes where he had been stabbed and from the splatter of his dad's blood. He held his own neck and hobbled over to the counter. He had put the knife back into his pocket as he walked into a storage closet to look for a first aid kit. Hopefully he would find someone there too.

~Safe to read~

The boy dragged his dad away where he wouldn't be seen and stumbled to the back of the casino. He found the lady he previously talked to and got her attention. "Hey ki- oh my god-- what happened to you?!" She exclaimed worriedly. "Dad came, tried to kill me. Needa find a first aid kit.." He said with a more annoyed than terrified tone. He felt some sort of relief at the death of his father, but was still kept on edge by the pulsing pain in his neck. "There's med-kits in the bathroom, need help at all??" She asked with concern. "I'll be fine. Meet you here in a minute or two." He said. And with that he rushed off to a bathroom. He walked inside the nearest room and searched the cabinets. He found no first aid kit, until he looked up on the wall. Dumbass. He grabbed it off the wall and opened it up on the counter. He grabbed disinfectant and sprayed it onto a cotton ball, dabbing his wound with it. He cleaned himself up and wrapped his neck up so it didn't bleed as much. He tried to rush what he was doing, but not too much. He had dealt with a number of injuries before so this wasn't that new of a thing to him.

He walked out of the bathroom and met the clerk outside the door. She had waited for him. Lucky for him only maybe a handful of people were in the casino at the time including the workers. It was fairly small anyways. "You all good?" She asked. He hummed in response, a 'mhm' rumbling out in a scratchy tone. He looked her in the eyes and asked, "Need to tell you something. You promise you won't freak out?" He said. She nodded solemnly. "My dad attacked me, but I killed him in defense. What do I do-" He said. Cutting himself off as per usual. "I.. I have no clue kid- we- oh boy-" She said with growing concern. Yeah she doesn't have a single idea and it was clear. "Let's try and move him outta the casino??" She said. Then sirens came blaring up to the door. The cars pulled up to the casino. Out of pure instinct, Alex had jumped behind something and hid. The woman stared at him and over to the door. "Don't let them catch me-" He whispered. She nodded. Alex trusted that this woman wouldn't rat him out, so that nod of acknowledgement was soothing at least. He winced at the pain in his neck that worsened as the cops came inside with their megaphones. The woman along with the few others in the place came up to see the cops and what they were demanding information for, seeing the clear bloodstain on the floor. Before the lady had left however, she texted her friend. A close friend. They worked surveillance.

The rest was just history for the others as Alex quickly ran to his hideout in the back of the casino and gathered his things as quickly as possible. He didn't want a shred of evidence of him even being there to be found. He worked quickly and efficiently, running out the back door to the casino. Silently and quickly he weaved through the alleys, passing the one in which his mother probably still was in, and bolting to a nearby gas station. He stopped behind it and leaned against the wall, catching his breath. He saw headlights pull into the gas station, blue and red lights slightly glowing on the ground. He knew those lights belong to cop cars, and he knew the cop cars were at the casino he was at previously. But this was Nevada, if he got away he got away. They wouldn't search for longer than a day. Alex bolted away from the gas station once he watched the cops go outside. He ran and ran, far away. It's surprising how much this kid can run, really. And quick as the night, Alex was gone. Out of that part of Vegas. Now he has to venture out into the depths of Nevada to get out of Las Vegas.

Oh what fun this is gonna be.