Ryan gazed at the blank wall. He was dressed in blue scrubs, sitting straight on the edge of the bed. Ryan blinked once as the door opened. Two men in white coats hesitantly walked towards him.
"Hello Ryan. Are you feeling better?" The taller one spoke, more relaxed than the shorter man.
Ryan tilted his head, his hair shifting. Tiny horns showed, making the small man hide behind the taller man.
"Ricky it's fine. Ryan can't hurt us anymore he got a collar put on."
Ryan lifted a hand to his neck, touching the leather around his neck. He wasn't sure how to get it off, letting his hand fall back into his lap.
"Ryan can you talk to me?"
"I do not want to." Ryan stated, his voice void of emotion. His eyes flashed a bright white that made both men look away, showing his anger. "Let me return home."
"I can't do that. You could kill us."
"Yes. I could also save you, torture you, love you, even hate you."
"What are you?" Ricky whispered.
Ryan glanced at him, giving him a toothy grin. "God."
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Celestial
Fanfictionce·les·tial adjective positioned in or relating to the sky, or outer space as observed in astronomy.
