Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-28929139-20170918053130/@comment-28929139-20170918053237

So painful was this sting that he went stark raving mad out of his house, but froze at the sight of the mutually slain bodies of the feuding leaders. Ryouta was no stranger to death or the aftermath of it, but once again, these rotting corpses were left prone to an absence of flies, worms or maggots. The four shining spheres of the men's yellowed eyeballs seem to stare a hole right into Ryouta's frightened soul, so much so that he went bolting right back into the house to hide and cry in the kitchen. He'd balled himself into the fetal position when suddenly he heard the door creak open and just when Ryouta geared up to hide, he heard the husky croak of his father's voice calling his name.

"DAD!!!!!"

For the first time in weeks, Ryouta felt pure joy and relief and an overwhelming amount of it too. No amount of meat, vegetables or fresh water would compare to the happiness he felt in knowing that his father survived. But as he ran from the kitchen at a blinding speed to embrace the one pillar of strength in his life, he halted instantly and at the sight of his father, his heart dropped.

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He heard and smelled it before he even saw it, but as blood started to drip and stipple the floor, Ryouta tried to approach his father, who walked right past him and headed for his bedroom. The older blonde man kept his arm wrapped tight around his profusely bleeding midsection and shook off any offers of help from Ryouta. Instead, he disappeared into his room and locked the door behind him. Disheartened by the rather cold response by his father, Ryouta followed and tried knocking on the door with pleas of interaction and acknowledgement, only to be met with silence. He wound up spending the night with a pillow and blanket by his father's door and once again was kept awake by anxiety and desperation to be spoken to. He then dozed off to be awakened by the painstaking cries and groans of his father.

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Shocked awake, Ryouta banged on the door. "DAD! Are you okay? Let me in! .....Dad! ...Dad! DADDD!!! ...Dad?" He soon heard his father panting heavily and an unexplained scratching at the walls and floor. Following that, he could hear banging on the walls which by the sound of the man's hoarse, ragged breaths seemed be his head. Feeling waterless tears start to form and burn around his eyes, he started bashing his body against the door to get it open, but after several failed attempts and bruising his shoulder, Ryouta was suddenly stopped by the roar of his father's voice.

"GET LOST!"

Terrified by the uncharacteristic plunge in tone by his father, Ryouta complied and slowly backed away from the door. The rest of the night would go by in silence, and Ryouta cried himself to sleep back in his own bed. After another brief, dreamless sleep, he was awakened to his bedroom door flinging open by his father, completely unrecognizable in appearance because of all the bloody wounds.

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Paralyzed with horror, Ryouta didn't move and couldn't move but his horrifically deformed and transformed father grabbed the boy by his golden hair and dragged him out the house, the village and practically halfway to the plains. Black rotting nails was tearing into the skin of the boy's scalp and he cried in protest for release but as he was dragged out, he heard it now. The noises he almost desperately yearned to hear. Men were fighting and killing each other, the deafened barking of dogs blared over that, and the heat of blazing fires could be heard but with him struggling to keep from being scalped, Ryouta saw little of it. It wasn't until he was slammed face first into the hot, burning sand of the outer terrains that he got his wish.

Eyes red, breath ragged and heart pounding, Ryouta wriggled around helplessly to look up at his father, who looked nothing like the man he grew to love, respect and wish to emulate. The only sliver of recognition that showed itself to the boy was that his father was slightly hunched over and clutching at himself while looking away. "Leave....me...." His husky voice strained, seeming to fight more than just tears.

"But dad-wh-" Ryouta tried to stand and walk toward his father, who wretched away and growled at him in warning.

"And don't.....come..back."

Sobbing dryly now, the ignorant, desperate boy ran at his father only to be backswiped and have a part of his face slashed open. From there, the boy was left on his own and all would go black from there.