|Weak Hero| Healing Snake [REWRITTEN]

Chapter 2

'Fuck!' Gray's eyes flew open as he jolted into a sitting position. 'I can't believe I let my guard down and allowed myself to lose consciousness! Where am I!?'

Moving so suddenly caused all of his wounds to ache but he couldn't afford to care at the moment. He knew the wounds would worsen anyway due to whatever punishment his kidnappers decided to inflict on him for daring to escape.

Confusion mixed in with his terror as he scanned his current location. He noticed that all his wounds had been treated and he wasn't being restrained at all. There were no handcuffs, no ropes, no zip ties, and no chains bounding him to the bed. He felt around his neck and felt bandages but no collar.

'What's going on?' Gray quickly stood up and nearly fell to his knees. He used the bed to keep himself steady as he carefully wandered around the room.

He didn't recognize the room he was in. His cell in that hellhole consisted of only a bed and a closet with a small bathroom connecting to it. But the room he was currently in had much more furniture. It had a desk, a chair, a TV, a shelf, and a bookcase.

He slowly walked over to the door and saw that there was only one lock, the one on the doorknob. His cell never only had a single lock. There were always multiple locks to prevent him from escaping.

'Does this mean that they didn't recapture me?' He reached for the doorknob but stopped. 'No, they're just playing mind tricks on me! They want me to lower my guard and raise my hopes up only to crush them!'

He backed away from the door until his back hit the opposite wall. He was surprised to feel warmth from the sunlight seeping in through the window. 'Is this a real window?' He opened it up a little and stuck the tips of his fingers outside. He could feel a breeze. Gray jerked his hand back inside. 'This can't be a real window! They're just playing tricks on me! It's just another one of their tricks!'

There was a soft knock at the door. "White Mamba, are you awake?"

'White Mamba?' Gray remained silent. 'Those monsters never called me that. They're not even aware of my nickname,'

"I'm going to open the door now," Donald opened the door but stayed in the doorway, not entering the room. "How are you feeling, White Mamba?"

'He's young,' Gray noted. 'He's around my age. All those monsters...they were all adults. But...but maybe he's just a young looking adult! Or maybe he's one of the children of those monsters! Maybe that's how he knows my nickname!'

"You're at my house," Donald informed him. "I'm not with your kidnappers. Do you remember our interaction last night?"

Gray clenched his eyes shut as he tried to recall what had happened. He remembered managing to escape that hellhole and ran far away. He remembered collapsing in an alley and wanting to kill himself before he could be recaptured. He remembered...someone stopping him, someone saving him, someone who took him away before those monsters could catch up to him.

'Why did he save me?' Gray stared at Donald with suspicions. 'He could've just left me to die. He could've just left me to my kidnappers. So then...why? I don't even know who this guy is. He got me away from that alley and further away from my kidnappers...but I don't know if I can trust him,'

Gray's stomach churned violently and he fell to his knees as he threw up. His throat burned from the bile and from being used by those monsters. He wanted to throw up all of his insides to purge every single trace of those monsters. 

When Gray heard Donald take a step towards him, he managed to scream, "Don't come any closer!"

To Gray's surprise, Donald listened. In fact, he even took a step back, away from Gray. "Do you want some water?"