"eyes up!"
tyler jolted awake, the frame of the burnt car still driving. blurryface was shaking him, flashing a devilish grin of yellow teeth and sunken eyes.
"eyes up joseph. we're here."
"and where might that be."
"welcome to DEMA my boy."
tyler looked up, and staring back at him was a cold tall building. he could see a few people in grey sweaters, prisoners he assumed. they were guarded by men with heavy weaponry.
the boy shuffled inside, accompanied by his demon.
the first thing he noticed was the darkness. it was almost pitch black. a neon rod in the center of the common room
was the only brightness the place had.
he stared confused at the fellow inmates. they looked dead. their eyes were glazed over and faces cut and bruised. they had taken a beating. and not a light one at that.
"wait, what the hell, whats going on?" tyler questioned becoming more agitated, fighting against blurryfaces grip.
"shut up!" blurry seethed, sinking sharp nails into tyler's arm. tyler winced as his poison entered his body, traveling up his blooodstream in wispy thin black trails.
"cooperate and you wont be murdered. or worse."
blurryface led him further into the maze, tyler growing more concerned as he passed rooms with screams of agony, the stench of death present.
"i've got the one for you sir."
blurryface pushed tyler towards a red hooded figure, tyler grunting as his knees hit the ground.
"ah. so youre the one everybody has been speaking of? well, tyler. youre mine now. no war to be fought out there. no more kids to save. now that youre in here, theyll die at the hands of their own demons. no more savior for them." the man smiled, running a yellowed nail under tyler's chin.
"shut the fuck up! i'll save them. all of them." tyler shouted.
"and how? remember the war? ah yes, blurryface versus the depressed. nothing like a little bombs and crying to start a revolution right? you let them die during that war. they lost to their demons. now you lose tyler. everyone loses."
"the only loser here is you."
the strange mans hand soon meet contact with tylers face, in a sharp slap.
"take him to his cell. shave his head. we dont allow for individuality in here. not in DEMA."
blurryface and another armed guard picked him up, his body writhing in protest.
"stop! stop! someone help me!" tyler screamed, tears coming from his eyes. soon his hair was gone, and he lay in a cold room, surrounded by bars.
god couldn't save him now.
