𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝?~~ Madness Combat oc lore

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And so he continued to wallow in his own misery. Seeking little comfort in the arms of the girl he loves, but even if he loves her he was starting to have his doubts. Nothing seemed the same as it used to be, not even considering Tanya at this point. She felt so good to be true that the boy was starting to not believe the things around him. His own self doubt and insecurities were about to ruin everything he had, thinking about it only made things so much worse. "Shh, nothing's going to harm you. You're safe as long as you're with me. I'll protect you." It seems as though Sarah gave in. Maybe she just didn't want him crying to her anymore, or maybe she genuinely cared, at this point it's unclear. She rubbed his back and hushed him, making sure he wasn't going anywhere. Well, not like he was intending on leaving. "I won't let you leave my sight, ok?"

The rest of the day was a blur. The rest of that month was a blur. Everything just stung.

Slowly but surely, Alex was being driven insane, and Sarah more irritable at her futile efforts to get through to him anymore. He wasn't taking Tanya's death well whatsoever, and Sarah was just hoping he would get over it as soon as possible the whole time. She knew he found out because the woman was gone from sight when she returned home, but so was Alex. And meanwhile, Alex kept it secret like she hadn't found out already. He's just been thinking irrationally and illogically for the past month. His relationship with Sarah was starting to decline, his mental health declining faster.

He wanted it all to go away, for something to release him from the hell that was going on around him. He should've never wandered into Nevada, he should've stayed in Colorado and started a better life with people that weren't out to kill him every second of every day purely because they have no fodder to their own entertainment. So, to cope with the pain, he started to do things that would ultimately make matters worse. He stopped talking, he started killing, harming everything including himself, wreaking havoc to whatever part of Nevada he was in.

Kill count: 102.

He kept track of how many people he killed the minute it started to get addicting. Keeping track of the number may or may not have been the thing that started the slight addiction, but it for damn sure didn't help. Another month or two went by, filled with him murdering innocent people, lashing out on Sarah a few times in the beginnning before he just fell completely silent. Things back at her place weren't so nice either, oh no. They were in fact much worse, and the boy would try and escape it by going out and murdering people. But usually he would come home to an unpleasant surprise. Much like today..

SLAM!

The door behind the bloodied and deranged boy slammed shut. He sulked to the kitchen to clean the blood off his hands, however he was met with the girl he once loved. The girl he used to promise he would die for, but now is nothing but a monster. A stranger. Nothing but a little figure, unknown to him at this point. She was unrecognizable yet also so recognizable, he new how her voice sounded, the smell of her perfume, the way her footsteps sounded, and most importantly he knew that look she always gave him. A look filled with malicious hatred, with evil and spiteful intent. She smiled to make matters worse, she seemed to always be doing that.

!! WARNING: ABUSE !!

"Alex, what the hell are you doing like that? Were you murdering people again?!" She said in a pretty angered tone. He didn't answer, walking to the sink to wash his hands. "Don't you fucking ignore me!" She grabbed him by the arm. He whipped around, his narrowed eyes piercing her soul. Only silence arose from him. "Now answer me! Or do you just not want to like last time?" She hissed with such a bitter tone, not even jokingly bitter. Just pure hatred in her voice. He shoved her off, going back to what he was doing with an annoyed huff. She had grabbed his wrist once he started walking out of the kitchen, her oddly firm grip burning a metaphorical mark around his wrist. "Fucking. Answer. Me." She had a whole world of venom and abhor in her voice. Once again, he tried to pull himself away from her grasp.

She however was having none of it.

She had taken him by the wrist she already had, got him off balance, pinned him to the ground with his arms behind his back and his cheek to the floor, and a knife held to his throat. "You're going to tell me what you were doing right now, you know what will happen if you don't." She growled angrily. "Murdering." He managed to cough out, but apparently that wasn't the answer Sarah had wanted. He felt the searing pain of her pocket knife slice down his back, the knife was only in contact with him for a second or two but the pain lingered. Wound must've been deep. He exhaled sharply in pain, holding back a groan.

The girl had finally gotten off him, allowing him to stand up. He quickly rose from the ground, backing away as quickly as possible from pure instinct. This gave the girl some sort of satisfaction, for she was right in front if him following suit. She was still gripping the knife."You should've answered me the first time, fucker." She backed him into a corner, grabbing him by the hair and pulling his face down to her level. With an insane and psychotic glare, she stabbed him in the shoulder. She had wanted to hit him somewhere vital, but she didn't. She didn't want him dying just yet anyway. He yelped in pain, grabbing his shoulder. She had released him, a maniacal laugh erupting from her. "You're so cute when you're afraid, big guy!" Her words were drenched in insanity and venom. She had walked off to her room, the cameras in the house all beeping one by one. Starting from the weapon closet through to the other side of the house. He slid down against the wall, blood following him down. He sat down on the ground, still recovering mentally from that. Just another day. There was nothing new about today, this was an almost daily experience for him.

Who would've guessed that someone like Sarah could be so cruel and controlling. The thought of it made Alex break down, today was becoming a bad day already. Hot tears started flowing steadily down his cheeks, his once again bloodied hands shaking wildly. He thought this was his fault, though. That he was the cause of this all happening. He wanted to escape, but she would know where he went. Every time he tries to sneak out, she stops him. He sobbed a bit harder the more he thought, his whole body shaking and his heart pumping pretty hard. The pain from his injuries still igniting every nerve he had. Once he had got himself together however, he had got up and walked to the bathroom to try and heal himself. He heard Sarah doing something in her room, but he didn't want to listen. He just wanted out of this hellhole.

He slowly started to patch himself up, having a bit of trouble but nonetheless getting it done. And then he noticed something, an odd slash mark was on his forearm. It looked sort of like a lightning bolt, when did this happen? He noticed that it was still pretty new, it may have happened earlier while he was asleep. He wrapped that up too, taking his sweater and sitting down on the couch with it in his hand. He kept a sewing kit nearby on the table next to the couch for when this happened.

He was running out of thread already by now however, for this stuff happened so often that he had to patch up his clothes almost daily. On the bright side, he was getting much better at sewing. On the downside, he shoudln't have to be sewing up the holes in his clothes on a day to day basis. With a shaky hand, he got to work, still sniffling as he tried his best to pull himself together. It was hard to keep himself from poking his hands with the needle, but he got it done eventually. It didn't help his mood whatsoever however. He still felt like dying, and if this keeps up for any longer he may or may not die. He's being injured so much that he can't heal properly. Especially mentally. Maybe one day she'll just slit his throat instead of putting him through this pain..

Hopefully.