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At the precipice of madness.
TAGS: (Existential?) Abuse. Hakos Baelz. Gore

Night closes in as you walk through the empty streets. For some, the last train getting canceled is a drag. For you trying to flee the crime scene is a problem.

A police patrol zooms across the empty street and your breath hitches. You hunch and hope they don't notice your blood stained clothes

Please don't let this nightmare continue.

The patrol turns left in the corner and disappears, and so do you as you sneak into an alley. Just a few more blocks and you will reach home. One last push and you can try to fix everything here

Something just outside of your field of vision slams you into the wall, followed by a blow to the stomach that drives the air out of you as a raspy voice assaults your ears

“MONEY!GIVE ME THE FUCKING MONEY”

You protest as you feel his hands dig in your pocket, trying to crawl away as the mugger keeps raining blows on you.
“I…nothing...ack…i have nothing “

Your legs get swept and you hit the floor like a discarded toy, bones rattling as you groan in pain. The man delivers a kick to your face and the world explodes into red and white lights. Hands pat your body, but you are too busy groaning and trying to crawl away. Another blow to your ribs stops that

“Stay put asshole, ill fucking kill you” something metallic digs in your neck. A gun or a knife. His voice sounds more annoyed than rattled. This street rat has done this before

That sobers you up, focusing your mind. Maybe this can end early

“Do…Do it retard…you dickless faggot”
The metal digs in your skin, confirming it's a gun as he delivers another kick in your ribs. You muster more air

“Maybe suck some dicks like your mom, retarded monkey”

Another kick, this one is particularly vicious. He’s losing it.

“Shut the fuck up!”
“Dont waste it all on..coff…on crack you rape monkey”

He grabs a handful of your hair and slams your head in the street. Despite the pain, you feel accomplished because he’s no longer searching for anything to steal.

He’s too busy beating you up

“SHUT THE FUCK UP! ONE MORE WORD AND IM FUCKING KILLING YOU”

Pain spreads through your body, but you know he’s about to blow up. You gather all your strength and roll over, looking him straight in the eye as your bloodied mouth screams at him

“FUCKING ABORTION!”

The Man’s eye hardens, the gun clicks, you hear the safety go off.

And then a loud crack.

For a second, you are free.

The alley, the street, it all goes silent. For a split second there is no pain as the muzzle flash blinds you.

For a second you don't feel fear, guilt and despair. All you feel is elation. For less than a second you are free.

And then the bullet stops in mid air.

The mugger screams, but you don't care. All you feel is despair

“No” you mumble, zoning out the man as he screams “Why do you do this”

The mugger’s scream reaches a crescendo as his skin starts peeling out, exposing his bleeding muscles and nerves. Just like Emilia in the station

“Please” you whimper “Please stop already”

The man is still alive as his muscles and bones are pulled apart, splashing the alley with all the blood in his body. A normal person would have died already.

But she’s not letting him out easily

“PLEASE! HELP! IT HURTS! PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU! HELP ME MOM PLEASE”

Tears run down your face as the chunks of meat slowly tear themselves out of the bones, each one of them probably feeling this. His skin starts disintegrating, as his cries of pain and mercy intensify.

And then a finger wipes away your tears, like she always does. There is no one there except you and the man, whose bones and nerves have evaporated

>”Sssh Darling, its okay”

Her voice is layered, like every single voice you've ever heard in your life speaking at the same time, all in your head

>"I cant do much from here, but suicide will just send you under the heaven's filthy claws"

The chunks of meat that were once the man cry in pain, and yet somehow you wish you could be him.

He, at least, will die once she gets bored. You, however, are forever her favorite.

Every day, you will live in solitude and pain ,knowing that everyone coming close to you is bound to catch her jealous rage

>"Those lousy cops are also gone...heheheh...i fused them to the seat... its so...poetic dont you think?"

Your eyes drift to the floor, where the chunks are weeping and praying to god for the pain to stop. There, in the middle of the chunks, a rat with glowing red eyes stands

>"Ill forgive you for talking to that woman darling...I know you love me, but i just... i just had to, you know?"

Until the day you finally leave this world, chaos herself walks alongside you. Wherever you like it...or not