Tonton scraps ✨✨

Angst: end.

“Mike, I said no.”
The teenager growled, hands balled into tight fists.
“Why not!?” He barked, rage boiling in his veins.
Mike had asked his father for some extra money to take to Norton, who sternly refused.
“I’m not letting you waste your money on someone else.” His father’s voice was calm but firm.
Morton turned on his heel and ran up the stairs, roughly gripping his door knob and slamming his bedroom door shut. He dropped to the floor and gripped his curs, sinking his teeth into his tongue. He had to help Norton, he had to help Norton. First it was his heart rate, the pounding becoming harsher and more violent. His chest was burning as his heart rattled against his ribs, his breaths picking up in pace. Tears flooded his eyes and fell to the ground, small puddles forming between his legs. Strangled whimpers and whines scratched through his throat, his sobs of anguish sending a tremor through his bones. His head was spinning, clawing at his hair as the thought of finding his lover dead, crushed by burning rubble became like a second reality. He could see it all happen, the blinding light of the explosion, the deafening tinnitus.. And Norton. Norton, his darling Norton.. Reaching out to him, begging for Mike to help him. Sobbing and bloody.. His bones broken, his eye swollen, blood, blood; so much blood. Mike shifted to grip onto his ears as he could hear the baseball player’s cries of agony as the ceiling came down upon him. When Mike opened his eyes again, all he could see was rubble and fire. The tongues reached up to the sky, hands and feet of the victims poking out from beneath the debris.