𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝?~~ Madness Combat oc lore

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It's just another day. Right? The night dragged on painfully, seemingly slower. The nights always felt slower than the days, it was hard for the boy to ever get any sleep during them. And to make matters worse, he was in pain no matter what position he was in. Moving was painful. Living was painful. Everything hurt to do. Things have been that way for a little while now. Nights without sleep, days without peace, and the gray areas were when he could relax. Eventually he watched the sun rise over the east, that red glare of the sky returning slowly. He still hadn't been able to sleep, so he just did his morning routine a little earlier than usual. It never threw him off doing things early anyway. He made sure to be as quiet as possible, going to hide away somewhere he couldn't be seen around the time Sarah usually wakes up. She had work today.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Her footsteps were light, but they eventually were in the living room, the sound then shifting to the kitchen. Alex was nowhere to be seen, just listening. He usually didn't have to do this because he woke up after her on most occasions, but--

She has a knife.

His heart stopped, his breath held and his fight or flight response on the verge of kicking in. He knew the sound of what she just grabbed. He knew what she was intending to do with it too. However today he was in a different spot than usual, she had never checked here before in fact. And-- oh wait, the cameras. Maybe he can sneak out when she goes to check them? That should work, because that gives him enough time to run off while she's watching him go. Yeah. That seems like a plan that shouldn't fail for once, or at least Alex hoped so. He listened to her walk around, silently. He didn't dare breathe, staying as quiet as humanly possible.

"Alex! Get the fuck out here, I know you're awake!" She called out in an angry tone of voice, yet the boy didn't move an inch. His whole body was itching to go out and just listen to her, but out of spite he stayed where he was. "Alex!" She called again. She groaned in annoyance, walking around. He still waited. "If you don't come out right now, I'll check the cameras!" She threatened. This was all going according to plan. He stayed completely still. "Fuck.. did he actually get out this time?" She said in a half worried and half annoyed tone, her footsteps disappearing. Once he heard her door shut, he jumped out of where he had hidden himself and straight for the weapon closet. He grabbed that revolver, the golden one, and burst the back door open, luckily said door being connected to the room. He ran out, gun in hand and ready to shoot someone to defend himself.

He glanced back at the place after a bit of running, seeing the girl already emerging from the house. The panic set in, his whole body on fire with adrenaline. He ran faster, shooting at her with the gun. He missed. He watched her chase after him for another few seconds, turning and focusing on where he was going instead. "GET BACK HERE!" She screamed in pure rage. He didn't respond. Then once she was becoming less and less audble, he had slid into an alleyway in the nearby town. He leaned against a wall, struggling to catch his breath. Did he lose her? I think he di--

Suddenly a sharp pain came to his head. In an instant, everything went black, and the last thing he heard was himself falling to the ground.

Later, much later, he found himself back in that damned house. He was-- oh god. Oh jesus fuck. He was inside Tanya's old room, the place had been stripped of anything. The walls were bare, the only thing in the room being a bed and a dresser, the room looking more like a prison cell. The window was not only locked, but also nailed shut. The curtains that were once there completely gone. Anything that had to do with Tanya was now gone to rot somewhere. He took a good look around the bare room, seeing a note taped to the door on his side. He picked it up, reading it. His heart dropped and his stomach did flips, his anxiety spiking again.

"Did you think you could get away that easily, dear? You're greatly mistaken, I always find a way to bring you back. Think of this as a punishment for disobeying me, for breaking my rules. As long as you live here, you do what I say. Got it? I hope you think long and hard about what you've done, you will be in this room until I get home, you understand? Never go against my word and my command again, or the consequences will be far worse than this. Love you!!

- SG."

That last bit was a lie. She may have written it but Alex knew damn well that she only wanted him around to be her punching bag. She needed to take her anger out on something, first it was Tanya and now him. The minute she died, everything started getting worse and worse. So now he's locked in this room, nothing to do. No food or anything, he just has to sit in here and wait. Today was a Tuesday, and Sarah worked full days except for on Fridays. Shit.. what the hell is he gonna do while she's away? He reached for his holster, finding that it was gone and so was that revolver. Made sense that she took it from him, it isn't even his gun to begin with. Something about it allured him into taking it every time, though. But why think about the damn thing when you have to find a way to escape, Alex? Sure, there's a camera in here, but Sarah won't be able to check the cameras until 8. Unless she has an app on her phone, but even then she would be too late.

He got up and looked in the dresser, all the drawers were empty except the top one. The dresser was very tall, and even Alex who was about 6 foot 3 by now had a little trouble reaching it. He did open it to see miscallanious items in it, pictures, paraphernalia, anything that people usually keep on them. Along with a collection of crystals. Most of them were small, all of them being different colors. Some were larger, including a large piece of Rose Quartz. He picked up the stone, it being cold and slightly heavy. He looked over at the window, then to the stone in his hand. He cringed as he threw the stone as hard as possible at the window, cracking it but not breaking it. What the hell kind of fucking windows are in this house?? He picked up the quartz again, attempting once more to break the window open. This time succeeding.

He sighed in relief, quickly reaching in the drawer and taking a few things he may need. Bobby pins, bull-- wait, bullets? Whatever. He took a screwdriver as well, and last but not least a stone with an odd groove in it. The perfect size for someone's thumb. He had no idea what the fuck it was, but it was neat and would remind him of Tanya. He also took that piece of quartz with him just in case. The boy climbed out of the window, making his way to the back of the house and grabbing the revolver he had earlier. He had to use the bobby pins and the screwdriver to unlock the door, but who cares. He got in anyway, starting to make his escape. He ran like the wind, finally free.

Eventually after enough running, he decided to visit the grave he had made for his late friend. He walked slwoly up to it, looking around to make sure he wasn't being followed. He set the Quartz next to the upside down cross, walking off without a word. Maybe somehow the woman would get that piece of quartz in the afterlife he didn't believe existed, who knows. He walked towards a direction he hadn't gone to before, finding himself walking along the edge of a forest. He didn't care though. He was just grateful to be out of there. And with the gold painted revolver on his hip, he walked into a small and western looking town. He didn't walk into the town, just styaing right outside of it for good measure.

Finally, he can sleep tonight knowing that he won't have to deal with Sarah harming him. For now..