We the Supremes

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He opened his eyes with a gasp, he died he thinks. Twice...he can't remember fully but, he knows he died twice already or was it more?

His head rang as spotty memories of things to come came at twice the dosage. Events were running parallel to each other. The same but still different from one another. It was nauseating.

Eventually, his mind calmed as these memories began to slow as they got closer to the end. As the pain lessened he looked around in an attempt to find clues to point to at least the year.

when he lifted his hand he noticed how hard the action was, as if he was running a marathon. Was this after he was he got beat up? But, his hand was smaller than he remembered, "Wha?" His voice was higher as well, was he further in the past than he thought?

Realizing that laying in bed wasn't going to grant him any answers, he slowly attempted to lean up but fell back down as his bottom half and his back flared in pain. A sense of dread filled him as he began to realize what time he came back to. He threw open the covers to reveal his bruised body in the moonlight. His voice got caught up in his throat as the memories of this day flew to the surface. The begging, the pleading, the sobbing, and the laughing. Oh, the way they laughed taking joy in hurting an innocent child who had done nothing to slight them.

He was back in his 8-year-old body, the night before he met Violan and Basen. The night he was raped by the God of Death and the God of the Sun. He jumped out of bed, he felt both nauseous and horrified, he never wanted to remember this day, much less return to it. But, no one was on his side apparently because he was being flooded with two versions of this nightmare, one worse than the other. He ran, feeling the semen dripping down his legs as he ran into his bathroom. His throat burned as stomach acid and today's dinner threatened to come back up, he luckily made it to the toilet before he vomited.

He couldn't stop the tears that flowed out of his eyes or the sound of his anguish. He tried to breathe but couldn't through both his vomiting and his tears, it felt like every time he stopped, he started up again.

Suddenly, despite the sound of his suffering, he heard his room door opening. He couldn't hear any footsteps which alerted him to who the person was, which was confirmed when his name was called, "Young Master?!" It was Ron, the father figure he had always wanted until he abandoned him twice for that Korean Punk. Wow, the only thing he had in common with his biological father.

He felt hands on his back, "Young Master, I need you to try to breathe slowly." He wanted to scoff but opening his mouth only made him vomit more. After about 5 minutes things began to settle as he finally stopped crying enough to make a request, "Ron, can you draw me a bath?..... Please?"

Ron wordlessly did as he requested, he knew Ron had most likely figured things out. He means it's not rocket science, he's lying in his bathroom naked so everything is on full display. Why was he naked? Because in the dream when they raped him, GoD had ripped all his clothes off and they too had ended up translating into reality.

He stepped into the bathtub, surprised to find it scorching hot, it appeared that without him requesting it he already heated the water. Or maybe it was the spirits, you can never be too sure with them around. His whole body is going to be numb for a whole but, anything to get rid of the feeling of hands roaming his body. He started scrubbing at his body until his skin was red as he fought back the tears that were starting to gather again.

Once he was satisfied, he relaxed his body, deciding to use this moment to sort through the memories that had finally stopped. He realized that there were some gasps in his memories in both sets, it appears that most of the gasps are located more toward where he assumes he died.