The claws snatch at my body, trying to dig into the outer parts of my skin. He tries to push me away so it could back into the darkness to hide, but I wouldn't allow it. I grab the rat's wrists. My fingers pressed on his as he tries to break from my grasp, pushing away from me as he grunts and growls and squeaks for its life. He even tries to bite my hand, but I never budged; I just sit unmoving as he did so, just trying to make out the shadow. It had large ear, coarse fur, large nose.. I could hear his rapid breathing and huffing. Eventually he just gave up, whimpering; it's heartbreaking to see. His arms gradually lost all of their strength until they all went limp.
"Hey.. I just wanna help, okay?" The rat just stares at me blankly. "I know I can be pretty scary, but I promise I'm a nice gu-" I look up only to see his confused and fearful posture. The same as always. He didn't hear a word I said. Then again, he did grew sentient yesterday. Time to think up a solution. I needed a way to talk. I look around trying to find a way to converse, but nothing was in the dark sewers.
I took the rat to a more lighter place where a manhole laid above us. I ignored the rat's silent pleas to let him go in my head as his struggling rippled my own flesh. I look up at the dim green light above us, giving us a sufficient light source to see each other. I look at the rat as he looked at me in open pink bloodshot eyes like Twitch. His fur was a murky brown instead of gray, and his skin was blotched and scared beyond all belief. His naked legs are limping and his ears twitches every 2 seconds. His sharp teeth gritted as I held on, yet as the light hit him, he looks up at the city of Zaun above him and gazes at it. It was illuminating and warm, yet alien to him. He hears the voices of the zaunites on the surface, but couldn't tell the tones of the voices. He didn't know what they were feeling, but he knew there were more than what was down here. I look up, empathizing with his destructive curiosity towards the city and quickly felt a faint sense of happiness from up there. Exhilaration.. from those voices, yet the rat hears nothing.
I glance at the rat's scars on his chest and arms. One large scar's just below the rat's wrist, evidently bleeding. Once I grab a hold of it, he's out of his trance. He fights again.
I fight back. "Listen!" I shout. He just looks up, not knowing what I said. "If. You want to go up there," I said, pointing towards the manhole. "You have to trust me." I pointed to myself. As I put my hand on the scar, I close my eyes and begin the process, letting my flesh go into his. My substance begins to reform the flesh that has been destroyed. I feel the heat coming out of me, taking my breath away as it goes to him. I hear his rampant breathing as this happens. His hands twitch more and more from the heat. I even feel the sweat coming from his fur. I stop. When my fingers turn loose, his arm jerked off from me, going back to his other hand until suddenly he realized that it wasn't bleeding. He raises his heated arm and gaze at it, wondering where the blood go. Wondering where the pain went. Then he looks at me, huffing to conserve energy.
"I'm here to help pal. I promise." I open a hand. I'll let him choose this time.
He points to the other wounds: his chest, his arms, legs, neck, and forehead. I nod yes. I'm willing to do it. He pauses and points his shaking & trembling hand up to the city. He looks around tirelessly for his creator, unsure of where he is. The water drops that clang on the pipes turn his head as his bones stiffen. I nodded yes. He paused slightly before taking my hand, and we went back to the deep depths of the sewers where no warm light reached us, where no one could find us.
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The Second Plague Rat
FanfictionWhen ZAC returns home from the surface, he has found that Twitch's sentience experiment that day may not be a failure! Instead of dying like all the others, according to Twitch, this rat lived and escaped with his skin glowing a slight green, but th...