"Tainted Reflection" | MDP HORROR FANFICTION

002; FIGHT OR FLIGHT

⚠️ BLOOD WARNING

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Duncan pivoted on his heel, his gaze settling on Ollie, who had tucked his tail beneath his legs in a pitiful manner. The sight was heart-wrenching; Ollie appeared frightened, his wide eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape route. His body trembled slightly, and he seemed to shrink into himself, as if trying to become invisible. The once vibrant spark in his eyes had dimmed, replaced by a look of sheer terror, as if he were on the verge of collapse at any moment. Ollie blinked in disbelief, his mind racing as he tried to comprehend the sudden turn of events. The room felt like it was closing in on him, the walls pressing against his chest as fear compelled him to retreat. He took a step back, his heart pounding in his ears, the adrenaline coursing through his veins.Duncan, sensing the opportunity presented by Ollie's hesitation, narrowed his eyes with a predatory focus. In one fluid motion, he lunged forward, his fist connecting with Ollie's face in a brutal strike. The impact was jarring, a sickening thud that echoed in the tense silence of the room. Ollie's head snapped back, and he staggered, a sharp pain radiating from his nose.Almost immediately, blood erupted from the bridge of his nose, warm and sticky, spilling down his face and dripping onto the floor. The metallic scent filled the air, mingling with the tension that hung thick between the two boys. Ollie's hands instinctively flew to his face, fingers pressing against the wound in a futile attempt to stem the flow of blood.Duncan stood over him, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips, reveling in the chaos he had unleashed. The thrill of power surged through him as he watched Ollie struggle to regain his composure, the fear in his eyes-only fueling Duncan's confidence. The atmosphere crackled with hostility, and the stakes had never felt higher.Ollie's mind raced, grappling with the pain and the humiliation. He could feel the heat of anger rising within him, battling against the instinct to flee. He knew he had to respond, to reclaim some semblance of dignity, but the world around him blurred as he fought to focus through the haze of shock and pain.  

Ollie swiftly retaliated against Duncan, his instincts kicking in as adrenaline surged through his veins. The confrontation had escalated quickly, and in the heat of the moment, he had managed to land a solid punch that sent Duncan staggering back. But there was no time to celebrate his small victory; he could feel the tension in the air, the threat of further conflict looming just beyond the immediate skirmish.With a quick glance over his shoulder, Ollie directed his gaze toward an alleyway that loomed invitingly nearby. It was narrow and shadowy, a perfect escape route from the chaos that had erupted moments before. He had already formulated an escape plan in his mind, a mental map of the twists and turns he would take to evade any pursuers. The alley was his best chance to slip away unnoticed, to put distance between himself and Duncan, who was likely regaining his composure and preparing to retaliate.Without a second thought, Ollie dashed into the alley, his heart pounding in his chest. The cool air hit his face, a stark contrast to the heat of the confrontation. As he ran, he could feel the warm trickle of blood from his nose, a painful reminder of the altercation. It stained his fingers, a vivid red against his skin, and he could sense the metallic taste of it lingering in his mouth. He pushed the discomfort aside, focusing instead on the sound of his footsteps echoing off the brick walls that flanked him.The alley was dimly lit, with shadows dancing around him as he maneuvered through the narrow passage. He could hear the distant sounds of the street behind him, the shouts of bystanders and the rumble of traffic, but he was determined to put as much distance as possible between himself and the scene of the fight. Ollie's mind raced as he calculated his next move, weighing his options and considering the best way to disappear into the night.As he reached the end of the alley, he paused for a moment, catching his breath and listening intently for any signs of pursuit. The last thing he wanted was to be cornered again. He wiped his bloodied fingers on his jeans, grimacing at the sting of the fabric against his wounds. But he couldn't afford to dwell on the pain; he had to keep moving, to stay one step ahead of Duncan and anyone else who might be looking for him.

He let out a quiet whimper, the sound barely escaping his lips, as tears began to form in his eyes, blurring his vision. Crouched beside the cold, grimy dumpster, he felt the weight of the world pressing down on him. The harsh metallic scent of refuse filled the air, mingling with the faint echoes of the bustling city around him, but he was too lost in his own turmoil to notice.His adrenaline, which had surged through him moments before, was now fading, leaving behind a hollow ache that resonated deep within his chest. Each breath felt heavier than the last, as if the very act of inhaling was a reminder of the pain he was trying to escape. He wrapped his arms around his knees, drawing them close to his body in a futile attempt to shield himself from the emotional storm raging inside.Memories flooded his mind, uninvited and relentless, each one a sharp reminder of what he had lost. The laughter of friends, the warmth of a loved one's embrace, the dreams he once held so tightly—all of it felt like a distant echo, slipping further away with each passing moment. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing the tears to stay at bay, but they betrayed him, spilling over and tracing warm paths down his cheeks.As he sat there, the cacophony of the city faded into a dull roar, and he found himself confronting the raw, unfiltered pain that had been lurking just beneath the surface. It was a pain that had been building for far too long, a weight he could no longer carry alone. He felt vulnerable, exposed in this moment of despair, and yet there was a strange sense of relief in finally allowing himself to feel it.The world around him continued to move, oblivious to his suffering, but in that small, dimly lit corner beside the dumpster, he was finally confronting the truth of his emotions. Slowly, he began to let go, allowing the tears to flow freely, each drop a release of the anguish he had held inside for so long. It was a cathartic moment, a step toward healing, even if it felt like he was slipping away into the shadows of his own grief.

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    ADHD is driving me to keep going, so hello, Poorbully Nation! I apologize for introducing this ill-fated yaoi to you all too prematurely—and without dialogue. I'll stop writing here.