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Day 16: Cyrus

Cyrus panted as he hurried his little legs across the cobblestone road. He was trying to get out of the small town as quickly as possible and into the neighboring woods. He was quickly traced down by Unit 3. His little Flimmus body could not compete with the strength and energy of a team of grown, human men.

He adjusted his circular glasses as he tried to navigate the forest, trying to look for a place to hide. He knew he was small, though not quick. He had to try. Little did he know, however, that he was already surrounded.

Cyrus whimpered as his feet began to tire. Perfect. He collapsed to the dirt, out of breath. He was almost immediately surrounded by men adorned in uniforms and firearms.

"FLIMMUS, surrender yourself now, or we will use force!"

Cyrus shook his head, getting up to his little feet. He tried to use his last bit of adrenaline, but the second he took a step, he was doused in what smelt like gasoline. He gagged at the scent, trying to ignore it. Until he suddenly began to see orange. He looked around and realised that he was lit on fire.

"Oh-oh, stop! Stop!" He screamed, trying to pat himself down.

The surrounding men only watched on as he begged to be saved.

"Please, please, make it stop!" He tried to rip off his deteriorating clothes as he felt the flames dig into his skin. His flesh was raw all over, his once beautiful hair burning up with ease. "No... Please... It hurts..."

The flames dissipated as he was aggressively wrapped up in a fire blanket, tackling him to the ground. Cyrus screamed loudly, in attempt to scare away the men pinning him down, but the men were already prepared and had their ears plugged. He was suffocated until the flames died down, then dragged into a vehicle. He could feel himself being driven away, for who knows how long, to who knows where.

When the vehicle stopped, he was unwrapped and thrown to the ground. He shivered, crying, gripping at his broken glasses and his wounds.

"Don't treat my patients like this!" a voice boomed. He was suddenly picked up and gently carried into a large building. It was cold and unfriendly, but the body carrying him was warm and inviting.

He passed out in the stranger's arms, and when he awoke, he was greeted by two more monsters.

One was a vampire, to his left. He was dark-skinned, with long, straight hair. He had a smirk on his face. "Good morning, my name is Dr. Ransley."

Cyrus looked to the other side, a doctor who was incredibly tall and imposing. He had blond, slicked back hair, and skin as white as paper. Cyrus could see his veins in every part of his body. He had a red third eye, in contrast to his two orange eyes. It stared at Cyrus curiously. The monster also had two deep blood orange arms on his spine, massaging his back. He was calm, collected, looking down at Cyrus in amusement. "I am Dr. Lestatt-Sugar, but many just call me Dr. Lestatt."

Cyrus tried to speak but could only gasp. His voice was harsh. Dr. Ransley applied an ointment in his mouth before giving Cyrus some water. "Perhaps this should help."

Cyrus swishes the water around before swallowing.

"Now, what is your name?"

"Cy-Cyrus."

"Are you a flimmus?"

"Y-yes. Wh-what are you?"

"I am a Vampire. Lestatt is a Mault. Have you ever met one before?"

Cyrus shakes his head.

"How old are you?"

"18."

"What do you remember before waking up?"

Cyrus bites his dry lips as he recalls his memories. "Um, running away, and... being lit on fire."

"Ah, that explains these burns," Dr. Ransley nodded. "You've been out cold for months. We were about to put you on a feeding tube but it hasn't been long enough yet. You're not hungry, are you?"

Cyrus shook his head.

"Good. Your wounds are healed up, though you may be immobilized for awhile from being bed-bound. Don't worry-I'll be having physical therapy with you."

"And as for me," Dr. Lestatt-Sugar announced, creeping closer, stuffing two arms into his coat pockets. "I am the dentist here. I'll be checking your teeth once you can walk, okay?"

Cyrus nods. "Wh-where am I-I?"

"You're at the Driftwood Menagerie Asylum. The D.M. Asylum, or D.M.A., whatever you choose," Dr. Ransley informs. "Heard of it before?"

Cyrus shrunk back into the bed. "Y-yes..."

"It's not bad once you get in here," Dr. Ransley says, grabbing a brush to fix Cyrus' hair. "You'll make friends."

Cyrus nods. "A-are there o-other Flimmuses?"

"Of course, you just have to look for them," he smiles.

As Dr. Ransley brushed his hair, Cyrus asked Dr. Lestatt-Sugar many questions. And every question, he had an answer, making Cyrus feel a little more calm about the situation.