Darkside - A Dreamnoblade Story

Chapter 27 ~ Gone

TW: Mention of killing people, blood, violence, implied torture, swearing, knives

A/N: See, I know how all these warning sound but it's okay........at least I think it's okay. Am I okay for writing this? Not sure I can answer that question.

Techno's POV:

I don't know what to do anymore. Should I give up? Continue to fight? But what is there to fight for anymore? Will Schlatt kill me?

Those kinds of questions passed through my mind constantly as I stared at the metal door. I'm sitting in a rather small room, no windows, door, or anything. The only thing in the room is the cold metal chair that I'm tied to. Schlatt obviously isn't taking any chances.

Schlatt wants you dead

He won't kill you if you kill him first

I'm sure you could find a weapon to stab him with

I don't know if I could do that. I know that I've killed people for pretty much my whole life but it's different. I was forced to kill people and if I didn't then I would've died, at the time I didn't want to die. I'm not so sure anymore.

Even though Schlatt's done all these horrible things and basically ruined my whole life, I don't think I could do the final deed. It'd be something that was my choice, a conscious choice that I could've chosen differently. I just can't do it.

My head snaps up when I hear bolts moving from the other side of the wall, knowing my end is near. There's no way that Schlatt wouldn't kill me. Besides maybe the fact that he needs me to win games in the Pit. Which even then isn't very reliable.

The demon walks through the door. Well, if the demon looked like a ram hybrid then this would totally be him. Schlatt almost seemed relaxed, that scared me more than if he came in here yelling and screaming at me. The door closes behind him and he walks towards me with his hands in his pockets, leaving a couple feet of space between us. His lazy eyes scan my trembling frame,

"So?"

I want to snap at him so bad but I know that'll only make things worse. I try my best to ignore my shaking body when I answer him,

"Sorry," I swear this chair might fall over from all my shaking. I don't make eye contact and lower my head as far as I possibly can.

Schlatt closes the remaining space between us and I see his dirty black boots centimeters from my own boots. I let out a particularly violent flinch when he places his fingers on my chin. I squeeze my eyes shut, I don't want his disgusting claws on my face. I don't even try to rip my face from his hands, it would only make this worse for me. I'll just have to deal.

"No you're not. Don't lie to me little piggy," Schlatt mocks me. He forces my face up, "Open your eyes and look at me."

I whimpered as his claws sank further into my face, no doubt drawing blood. I slowly open my right eye and keep my other one closed. I now see the glare that was missing from his face earlier, he's so mad. I try to pull my face away when a sudden wave of panic rushes through my body, I think my mind has finally caught up.

My whole body jerks back and forces his hand away from my face, now that his hand isn't there my gaze drops back to the floor. I look back up at his brown eyes and I swear I see fire dancing in front of them. I fucked up real bad this time.