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"Rope to hang me and the knives to gang me"
009 : THE TRIALS*
part three
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TRIAL THREE: ENDURANCE
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MICHELANGELO COULD NOT REMEMBER anything after the first swing of that bat.
He figured it was for the best as he had to be physically shaken out of the dissociative state the second trial had left him in.
The teen came back to reality when Malachai suddenly appeared from his left in his peripheral vision, tunnel vision fading away as the torture device was pried from his white knuckled grip by some faceless ghoulie.
The raucous shouting of the blood thirsty men around him served as white noise as Malachai put an arm around his shoulder and shook him before holding his left arm up by the wrist, like he had won some great victory.
The fifteen year old couldn't even lift his head.
He was too afraid to face what he had done in his blacked out state, what he had done in the name of desperately needing approval.
Unfortunately avoiding his actions was not an option as he felt the brush of Malachai's breath on his ear, a warning, before the older man whispered to him over the commotion.
"Look at your artwork, Angelito." the nickname felt dirty now as he was forced to look at what he'd done.
The blood seemed never ending with the way it appeared to be pouring out of every pore in the disfigured man's body.
It seemed the only place Michelangelo hadn't ripped to shreds was the man's previously injured head because every other part of his body shone with freshly spilled blood, a pool of it had even started to form under the chair and Michelangelo's eyes couldn't help but follow the dripping trails of crimson up the leg of the chair.
The horror didn't end with the spilled blood as his eyes landed on the mans knee, skinned bare, beyond flesh and muscle, bone exposed where something had snapped due to repeatedly suffering excessive force.
The only reason Angelo could think of for the lack of vomiting he was currently doing was that he couldn't even begin to remember when the last time he had eaten was (besides the failed attempt with his uncle, but even that felt like it had been years ago).
