MissFitz

Scott's Trial

TW! MENTIONS OF RAPE, SEXUAL ABUSE, ABUSE. IF THESE TOPICS ARE TOO MUCH FOR YOU TO READ PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SKIP THIS CHAPTER.

'It's dark, where am I, what is this place.' Scott looked around but couldn't see anything but pitch blackness. "Hello! Master! Guys!" But nobody came. Scott could hear what sounded like rushing water and followed the noise. Scott put a ball of energy in his palm to light his way and noticed he was in some sort of cave. "This is freaky, I don't know where I am or anything." Scott walked up to the body of water and crouched down to get a better look. "This water is crystal clear! Wow, it looks amazing. This is probably the cleanest water around!" Scott scooped a little bit into his hand and instantly felt how cold it was. "Woah, it's cold, but let's see how it tastes." Scott brought it up to his lips and took a drink. Instantly, his eyes widened as it was some of the cleanest water he had ever tasted. Scott drank a little bit more and stood up, but as he did, he was instantly hit with a wave of drowsiness. "U-uh oh, th-this isn't good." Scott fell backward into the water and instantly started to sink to the bottom, being able to breathe just fine.

Scott woke up in what seemed to be an empty room. There was a couch, a chair, and a desk with a lamp on it. "Ugh, my head, what was in that water?" Scott stood up and walked over to the door but noticed that it wouldn't open, so he tried brute force, and not even that worked. "Scott honey, please don't kick the door." Scott's eyes widened as he heard his mother's voice, but when he turned around, she had no distinguishing features other than her wide bloodshot eyes and wide uncanny smile. "What the hell are you? You aren't my mom!" The figure stood up, and its head seemed to twist and contort, eventually coming into the shape of Michael's face. "What's wrong, Scott? You don't look so good." The figure started to walk towards him, and of course, now the door was unlocked. Scott ran fast, but no matter how fast he ran, that thing always managed to be right behind him. Scott  eventually took to the air and flew throughout the empty landscape, but the creature was still right behind him. The creature kept morphing into people he knew and mimicked their voices, taunting him. Eventually, Scott hit a wall, and he was dazed for a second, but he had nowhere to run. The creature closed in on him, and right as its clawed hand grabbed his face, he woke up right back in the room he started in. "Okay, what the hell was that!?" Scott kicked the chair in frustration, and right as he did, he heard that voice once again, only this time it sounded more raspy. "Scott, honey, please don't kick things." Scott watched as the creature stood up, so he decided a direct approach would be best. Scott summoned his shield around his arms and made them sharp as he lunged forward towards the creature, but as he went to punch it, the creature instantly moved out of the way. "Scott, stop trying to hit your mother!" The creature slapped him away and into the wall as he stood up and transformed, but all this seemed to do was make him weaker. "What's going on? Why can't I transform!? Crap!" Scott once again watched as the creature grabbed his face, and he woke up once more. Scott turned around, and sure enough, there was the creature that took the form of his mother. Scott stared at it before he sighed and took a seat. Scott may not be the smartest of the four of them, but even he knew that if running and fighting are off the table, his best option might be to just sit. "I've tried running from you and fighting you. Third times, the charm, so now I'll just talk. Who are you because you're clearly not my mom, so spill it." The figure just stood up, and immediately, the room changed to look like a kitchen from the 80s. The figure walked over to the stove, picked up a frying pan, and walked over to Scott before it started to repeatedly beat him repeatedly, and as much as Scott tried to fight back, he couldn't do anything but sit there and take it like he had so many times before. "Please stop, it hurts! I'll never act up again! I'm sorry!" The figure was having none of it and decided that Scott wanted more. The figure dragged him into the living room and threw him into the wall with so much force that it cracked the wall and broke the T.V, cutting his leg open. "Look at what you're doing to the carpet! You worthless piece of garbage, this is why your father left and took your brother from us!" Scott, at this point, was crying hysterically and begging for the beating to stop. Sadly, his dad didn't take both him and Michael. He took him and their sister while just leaving him behind to face the wrath of Satan incarnate. Scott had been left on the floor by the creature to just bleed and cry. Scott wanted to go back to the cave, wanted more than anything to just go back to the safety of Michael, his best friend.