Learn How To Love

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T.W.: blood

Virgil was slammed against the ground again, pain radiating from his bones that were more than likely fractured. His skin stung from the salty sweat pouring down his face, mixing with the blood, then dripping off.

Deceit's boots clicked against the floor as he walked past Remus and Virgil, book in hand.

"D-dee?" Virgil whimpered from under Remus's tentacles, "H-help?"

Deceit glanced down at the trait, a bored expression on his face, "Help with what?"

Virgil opened his mouth, only to be flung against the wall by Remus. He crumpled to the ground, barely conscious.

"Tch, not a single scream." Remus pouted, "Dee?! We need a new one!"

"Already? You've only had it for a day." Deceit sighed, closing his book, "Very well, that one looks close to death anyway, the new one should reform in the morning."

The rest of the conversation faded in and out for Virgil. Was he going to die? He felt warm, was this what dying feels like? No.

Virgil managed to lift his head slightly. Remus and Deceit were gone. His heart was pounding, his mind telling him only one thing...

Run.

Virgil pushed himself up, painfully crawling toward the door. He pulled himself up on the doorknob, causing the door to fly open and Virgil to fall forward.

It was warm and bright. There were so many colours! Virgil couldn't believe what he was seeing. He pushed himself to stand, stumbling across green stuff and leaning against big, tall, brown and green things.

"Begone foul beast!" Someone yelled, making, Virgil flinch.

Virgil turned a corner and saw another trait and a giant, green and black monster with wings and fire. The trait was wearing white and red, but Virgil felt a rush of panic. He looked like Remus.

The trait slashed at the monster with a long, shiny thing that made it bleed. Virgil felt bad for the monster, why was the trait hurting it?

The monster swung it's tail around and slammed Virgil into one of the brown and green things. Now he knew why the trait was hurting it.

"Ha!" The trait laughed, "You missed, you stupid Dragon-Witch!"

The monst- Dragon-Witch- smirked, "Did I?"

"Of course you-" the trait turned and saw Virgil, "Oh no."

Virgil flinched as the trait ran up to him. The Dragon-Witch spread it's wings and flew off.

"Oh my Zeus, what happened to you?" The trait asked, reaching out.

Virgil flinched again, starting to move away from the trait.

"Its ok! I won't hurt you!" The trait said, "I'm Creativity, who are you?"

Virgil's breath cought in his throat. Creativity? Was he Remus in disguise? Was this just a new game of his?

"You look like death warmed up, then frozen again." Creativity sighed, reaching out again, "let's get you-"

"Don't touch me!" Virgil yelled, scrambling away from the other.

Virgil tried to stand, but then everything swayed and he fell to his knees again. He felt tired and heavy, all his adrenaline burned away. The anxious traits vision started blurring. He felt someone pick him up. It was warm.

Slowly, Virgil slipped into unconsciousness.