The Outcasts I - The Beginning

Nightmare

(TW: Intense nightmare, mention of death, panic attack)

As they sprinted through the road, a large bus sped towards them. The owner stomped on the breaks and blared the horn, making Delta's eyes widen as he stared, their body frozen from the shock. He could feel their Soul beating hard in his ribcage as he stared at the oncoming bus in abject horror.

They didn't want this child to die.

No thoughts were in their head other than saving this little child. He would not - and will not - let a child die due to his mistake.

But as their legs failed them and as they collapsed on the ground while the bus struggled to stop in time, it became increasingly clear that this child dying is exactly what was going to happen.

As the bus roared closer, he frantically tried to cover the child with his body, trying to at least stop the direct hit.

But it failed.

The bus crashed over them, his bones breaking as the last thing he saw and heard was the child screaming and beginning to die in their arms as blood gushed out of both of them as the bus ran them over, crushing them to death instantly.

---

Delta gasped softly as he jolted awake, immediately jumping out of bed and trying to get away as fast as possible as the dread and panic set in.

[Shit shit shit- where am I? Where's the kid? Where's the kid?] They thought frantically as his eyes emitted a bright orange glow against the pitch black room. His eyes slowly began to get adjusted to the darkness while they stumbled around blindly, searching for the child.

When he wasn't able to find him immediately as their vision struggled to adjust, he searched for his phone to call for help as he began to hyperventilate.

Once they found it, they shakily grabbed it, but it fell out and landed on the floor with a loud thud.

He jumped hard, trying desperately to control their breathing as he frantically looked for it in the darkness to pick it up, [No, please, fuck where is it? Where the fuck is it?]

Their head spun as they hit the ground again, shaking violently as he scrambled to find it. He felt nauseous from the dizziness and the darkness surrounding him, and the blurring in their vision from his concussion wasn't helping.

Finally, he found it, immediately grabbing it and trying to stand back up to run. Where? They didn't know. They just knew that he had to run.

[I gotta go, I gotta go, I can't leave him here alone but I need to go, fuck I can't breathe, I need to call for help, i need to go, i need to go-] their thoughts were frantic as he managed to use the wall as a crutch to get to his feet.

Once he was able to stand steadily enough to move, he rushed to the bathroom to hide, quickly switching on the lights and locking the door as they collapsed on the ground again, eyes still glowing a bright and burning orange.

He tried to take deep breaths, but felt a heavy feeling in their chest, and realized that he was doing worse than he thought. They felt as if that bus was still slowly crushing his ribs as it ran them and the child over.

As he shakily called their best friend through clouded, dizzy eyes, they felt the heavy feeling in his chest growing as their breathing grew more erratic. He made sure the door was locked.