Wii Venture

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There was a sharp pain that shot through Milo's body like a bullet to the head. His brain whispered to him in hushed voices. But he couldn't think straight. Only fog filled his head. Vincent had fled the scene, just leaving Milo; alone, on the floor, traumatised, hopeless. He couldn't get the taste out his mouth, the taste of the events that just happened. He was just... just...

Milo hissed at nothing, "GET THESE ROPES OFF ME, NOW!" He wriggled, but to no avail. He even tightened the re-tied ropes further, just making his wrist feel more irritated, itchy and achy. This was it. He wasn't taking this any longer. He bit down on the rope, knowing it probably wasn't a smart choice, but it was something, and nibbled at the rope until they released his arms. There was some relief to this, his hands felt more free, as he did himself.

"Now, now. Where do you think you're goi-"

Vincent's words got cut off my a sudden impact, inching down to his bottom half. "OW! MY BALLS!" Vincent yelped. Milo stuck out his tongue at Vincent, before swiftly breaking down the door hiding the room, and running down the almost endless hallway.

"I'LL GET YOU NEXT TIME, BASTARD!" Vincent yelled at the top of his lungs.

As he ran down the hallway, he didn't pay one bit of attention to the way he was going, or the way his surroundings looked. Vincent's Mansion. It was big. Complex. A maze, of sorts. The intricate statues would've caught Milo's attention, if not caught in such a dire situation. There was some blood, splattered on the walls at well, some spots big, while others painted the wall. No way was he staying here any longer, it was creepy and way, way too risky. There were just endless knifes, dotted around the wall, some dried out blood spelling out 'I'LL BE BACK.'.

This isn't his first attempt of doing this.

Is it?

After a long while of running.

"Huff- Finally!"

After a long while of running, Milo finally found himself at a door, it looked pretty large. So he considered it safe to assume this was some sort of entrance door, so he rattled at the door for a second.

"Shit." He muttered.

"Shit." He repeated, like a broken record.

He pulled and shook the door, until he yanked out the iron lock from the rotting wood. Milo's eyes sparked, a mixture of hope, and proudness in them. He jumped up and down, briefly, before getting back on track, he opened the door, it creaked loudly. The sound made his ear ring.

"Lord, this thing needs oil, that's for sure. Creaky as hell." He groaned, and just burst the doors open, and ran ahead of the guards, who noticed too late that there was an escapee on their hands. "BWAHAHA! SUCKERS!" Milo yelled in a screech. He felt the adrenaline flow through him, his blood pumping. And an excitement. Even if what just happened, happened, he still feels full of energy.

He didn't know where he was going, or why he was going there, but he just let his legs wonder off to wherever they wanted. When Milo wasn't looking...

"Ow!"

He ran into a brick wall, it burned like boiled water on his head, Milo inched his hand over his head to hold the red spot on his head, the scar resembled a devil, with strangely sharp, bladed teeth. It looked dangerous, but hey, it looks kinda sweet as well, Milo internal thoughts just kept thinking of excuses to why the big burn mark stuck to him face was in fact a good thing and something he should not be concerned about whatsoever. Though he knew he was lying to himself. This whole thing was a lie.

Milo cleared his throat as he frantically searched around for something to pad his hand before he attempted to climb the wall about twice his size. He picked up a damp cloth, it was filthy but it would suffice. Instantly, he wrapped the cloth firmly across his hand and climbed up the brick wall and hopped pass it. His hand slipped down behind him and he fell down in possibly the most disgraceful way possible, and splatting face flat on the floor.

"Ow." A hand lowered in front of Milo's face, and who did it turn out to be?

"Hey there, Milo." Eteled held out an open palm...or a ball, an open ball to Milo, his eyes slowly drifting to Eteled's hand and he hesitantly places his hand to his and gets up as Eteled pulls him up.

"...Thank you." Milo let out a brief sigh, his eyes lay on Austin, who was looking at Milo with a subtle scowl, he seems to be untrusting of Milo. It's understandable, they've only talked for five minutes, and those minutes were not exactly pleasing to either party.

But maybe after some time, bonding and building trust. They might just be on good terms. Maybe better...