Broken Souls
Again. Cray was surround by strong monsters, all glaring, sneering, and laughing at him. It was happening again and Cray was not sure why. Had he done something wrong? “Look he’s scared.” One of the monster laughed out. “An abomination like his had should be.” “Aw he doesn’t have his little trashy sketch book.” Another monster sneered. A large monster chuckled and he cracked his fingers. “Guess we’ll have to just break something else then.” Cray stared wide eyed as they all gathered closer with twist grins on their faces. He knew this was going to hurt... a lot. - When they finally finished Cray manged to portal himself into an unknown world. He just wanted to get away before they tired to come back to.... He sat against a tree trying to steady his breathing. Broken rib, he was sure one was completely missing. His left arm was completely snapped off but he mange to grab the broken arm before he ported away. His right leg was twisted and snapped. His magical eye was cracked which meant his healing was going to take longer than is usually did. He sighed as he first tried focusing on the constant bleeding. His clothes and bones were soaked in his blood, which was pure ink. He knew his life wasn’t in real danger as long as his soul was fine. But he was definitely have trouble breathing right and barely could move right. He may not have been dying but he was in serve pain. Ink stared to spill from his eye, though this ink was thinner almost water like. He hadn’t cried since he was just a baby. But he hurt not just physically but mentally, emotionally. Why did they hurt him? Why did they call him names? Why did they hate him so much? He leaned against the tree holding himself best her could as he just cried softly. It was hard to actually hear him in less you was near him.
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