[ Eric went from being beside Fujishima to being shoved into a van and he struggled. He kicked, punched, anything but he was overpowered too easily and he began to panic.
He heard laughter and boasting. They tied him and talked, making fun of his brother, his clan. He hears the click of a lighter and he freezes up.
'Your clan likes fire, huh? Let's give you a present worthy of your title.'
He feels his sweater being lifted and then searing heat being pressed onto his skin and he screamed, flailing trying anything to escape but he was held tight.
As it continued he grew numb, hiding inside himself as he used to. Hide from the pain, from the world. His hands tied, his body on fire, he foggily looked up at a new shadow. He saw a glint of steel before it too began to press into him and his burnt skin. He blacked out, welcoming the nothingness.
When he comes too he has a collar again, he was chained, his hands behind his back, and a blindfold place on him. He was in pain. His lower back seared in pain from the burns and knife cuts. He wondered what they did to him, feeling that part of his sweater sticking to what he thought was blood.
It felt like forever but he heard nothing. No one spoke, no movement, nothing. His senses tried to pick up the tiniest thing but to no avail. He felt other cuts as well, his back the worst but they were everywhere, it hurt to move he didn't dare try.
Then footsteps, clinking of metal, and breath that smelt foul reached him.
'You're brother is coming. Lucky us. But for you, not so much.'
Something goes to his face and he struggles to inhale but in the end, he slips away from consciousness, heavily drugged. ]
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He heard laughter and boasting. They tied him and talked, making fun of his brother, his clan. He hears the click of a lighter and he freezes up.
'Your clan likes fire, huh? Let's give you a present worthy of your title.'
He feels his sweater being lifted and then searing heat being pressed onto his skin and he screamed, flailing trying anything to escape but he was held tight.
As it continued he grew numb, hiding inside himself as he used to. Hide from the pain, from the world. His hands tied, his body on fire, he foggily looked up at a new shadow. He saw a glint of steel before it too began to press into him and his burnt skin. He blacked out, welcoming the nothingness.
When he comes too he has a collar again, he was chained, his hands behind his back, and a blindfold place on him. He was in pain. His lower back seared in pain from the burns and knife cuts. He wondered what they did to him, feeling that part of his sweater sticking to what he thought was blood.
It felt like forever but he heard nothing. No one spoke, no movement, nothing. His senses tried to pick up the tiniest thing but to no avail. He felt other cuts as well, his back the worst but they were everywhere, it hurt to move he didn't dare try.
Then footsteps, clinking of metal, and breath that smelt foul reached him.
'You're brother is coming. Lucky us. But for you, not so much.'
Something goes to his face and he struggles to inhale but in the end, he slips away from consciousness, heavily drugged. ]