Midnight Advance

Decaying Heart

Robin had given up hope of being saved.

He'd been with this man for over 5 years now, his sister was dead and now, he'd been completely alone . Well apart from the maniac who held him captive. Slade no longer kept him in a cage however, no , now he used him in his crimes.

"No."

Robin said as he stood his ground. He wouldn't do anything unlawful. He may be a prisoner. But he had his humanity and his right. Slade sneered and smacked him on the cheek hard enough for it to cause him to stumble.

"You will. Or I will kill you."

He'd threatened several times, but at this moment, Robin had begun to question this method, so much so that he spoke out against him several times. Each resulted in him being beaten. It was odd but he began to use this as a training montage. Each time the fist came, he'd dodge and kick Slade in the face.

But this was until....Slade snapped.

Robin had been in his room , he'd gathered several stolen items of his own. Mostly aiming to use them for his escape. There was an old rusty crow bar. A bottle of sleeping pills and a duvet cover. His plan had been to drug Slade and run. The boy was getting his things together when the door burst open with a slam. Slade looked pissed.

"You...little...SHIT"

He sneered as he held up a photo, Robin's blood went cold.

It was the photo he'd used for Sharon's body... He forgot...he'd thrown it out. But why was he in trouble for this, it was a memento.

"Slade... I don't understand..."

The child cowered back away from the mammoth sized man and clutched his duvet, Slade kicked him hard in the stomach and roared while he did so. This caused Robin to piss himself.

"You fucking brat!! The police got hold of this!! They're coming here now!! What the fuck have you done!?"

With one last kick, a snap was heard and then Robin lost his consciousness. The last thing he heard was the sneer of Slade.

"You fucking sleep, when you wake up...hell will have mercy more than I will for you!"

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Robin felt as though he was in a blur. Like everything around him was spinning but he couldn't bring it to end, images of his mother, his father...Sharon...echoed in his brain. They screamed at him about he couldn't save them. How they'd died due to his inability to act or scream. The feeling of this clawed away at his sanity until he shot up.

Sweat cascaded down his forehead and his heart was clenching up. He was not useful to anyone...his existence ment pain and suffering to all those he'd came in contact with...he let his parents die. He left Sharon alone instead of trying to run.

He was a lost cause.

Slade was right. A child like him wouldn't ever fit in a normal scour...he belonged here.like a hidden disease. He couldn't hurt anyone if he remained here. A song began to play on the radio beside him...one that fit his state of mind.

"You're such a useless child, useless child. Stupid useless child. You're the most pathetic child in the whole wide world. La la la la la. La la la la la la. "

The more it repeated, the lower Robin became until his shallow husk of a boy just...ceased...he sat there, cold...waiting to die, to eternal sleep this pain away...but life never let him have that necessity. He was to suffer until his last breath it had seemed. He listened to more of the song.

"But now that child is all grown, too late, you're full grown , you're retarded. Oh sing now, good child, sweet child , you belong to me. Come close, stay here in my arms, keep close , good child. Sweet child, sing along with me"