Cursed... (part 2)
#2 of Cursed...
I must apologize because of the delay, life isn't easy on my side nowadays... and this part might not be quite as catchy as I planned it to be. I write the story and events as I feel they fit. ( '_') *gomen~*
(And yes, you'll be seeing the following message in every part, to avoid any mishaps)
Also, a fair warning: (R18+)
Yes, this is an adult story, with male/male action (with mild drama squeezed in between for the sake of the story), bad language and mild violence (in yiff at times), so if you are disturbed by such things, or simply get a turn off by some, do yourself a favor and don't proceed. Consider yourself warned.
Enough dilly-dally, I hope you're enjoying what you read so far.
Bulls, Human, mmmm, Rimming, Anal, Oral, Blowjob, Fighting, Mild Violence, Bad Language, Drama, Death, Story Progression.
Turbo suddenly woke up, feeling the sleep quickly drenching away from him as his eyes got blinded by the morning sun rays. He yawned and stretched hard as he sat up, not sure when he dropped asleep in order to wake up this early.
"Gwwwaaaaaargh... why am I up so soon?"
Suddenly the alarm sounded off, he turned to the clock and was shocked as he turned it off.
'What the... heh, I woke up before the alarm by 5 seconds!'
After a minute, a voice blew from out the bedroom.
"Hurry up for school, honey, your dad is waiting for you."
"Ok, mom!"
Turbo got up in pure innocent happiness, but the moment he stood, he froze.
'Wait a sec...'
He rushed to the door and flagged it open.
"Mom? DAD?!"
The place went dark as he found himself in the apartment again, he got out of his room and was turning left and right, searching for his parents.
"This is... this is not fair..."
He stood up, bursting his sadness as it gradually turned to anger.
"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, HUMAAAAAAAANS!"
"Turbo..."
Turbo turned back quickly at the voice, and suddenly his surrounding was pitch black... not that he cared though, Yzmar was standing there, calling his name.
"You! It's all your people's fucking fault!"
"Turbo, I'm sorry-"
"What can your 'sorry' bring back? My parents... they left and..."
"I'm sorry-"
"SHUT UP! Your apology can't do shit!"
"I'm sorry-"
"You! I swear, if you won't-"
"I'm sorry, Turbo... but your time is up."
"...h-huh?!"
Turbo suddenly felt fear... Yzmar's face started to get bloody...
"The 24 hours are over..."
Red spots started to form in Turbo's shirt, as he felt unbelievable shredding pain. He instantly took his shirt off, and was struck in terror while watching his own body getting many unexplained cuts on it.
"What the hell is-"
"You didn't get yourself checked, did you?"
"Checked for wha-"
Turbo looked at Yzmar again, and Yzmar was by now just a set of bones that wore clothes... even his head was just a skull that had green glows for eyes. Something big and black was standing behind Yzmar now, it wore a black, almost-torn cloak that covered everything but two white dots pinning at Turbo in interest, a clear long rod was flying in place slowly near it, twice as big as the figure was, with a large, scary, clean scythe blade at the end... dripping blood from the tip.
"You'll die... because you're stubborn..."
"Get the fuck away from me!"
"Turbo..."
"NO!"
The tiger rose in fright with his eyes almost popping out, he was back again in his apartment's bedroom, on a sweaty bed that housed his nightmare... he breathed slower and slower, calming himself while wiping his forehead.
'Phew... damn, been a while since I last had those nightmares.'
His hand wondered near him and picked the alarm clock, glancing at it as he stood up. It was 9 sharp on a Saturday morning.
'The nightmare had Yzmar this time in it. That fucking bastard, it really freaked me out, just what was that about?'
Remembering Yzmar, he grinned to himself recalling the events of last night. He returned the clock where it was and went to wash his face.
'Heh, wonder if he's still there.'
He got out of his room cracking his stiff neck, he stopped in the middle of the living room, noticing that Yzmar's door was open.
'Hmm, so he's up after all?'
He walked inside and called.
"Hey, shitty-"
He turned around and couldn't find Yzmar in his room, the bed was as messy as it was, his opened puffed-up bag was still on the floor near the window, and his room's toilet was empty too.
'The kitchen?'
No good, Yzmar wasn't in the kitchen either, Turbo went to the living room again and turned around himself.
'... just where on-'
Suddenly, Turbo's heart clutched.
"GUH!?"
He placed one paw on the fireplace's shelf, gasping... but that was it, his body felt normal again, but his heart was beating a little quicker from the fright.
"The hell was that?"
He soon remembered what Yzmar told him, something about being dead in 24 hours. He chuckled to himself, surprised that his mind would even consider such possibility... but remembering his nightmare, Turbo couldn't smile anymore and was now considering his options rather seriously.
"Bahh, better be safe than sorry, my heart never acted like this before, what's one measly check-up with the doctor, anyway?"
He went back to his room, threw some linen shirt and training pants on, walking to the apartment's door, he found Yzmar's shoes still there. He wondered how his shoes were here, Yzmar was no where to...
'Wait a freaking moment... that puzzle block head, he didn't commit suicide now, did he?'
He froze in his place, imagining how things would be like if that guess was really what happened. He quickly wore his shoes and took his keys; better finish one thing at a time, checking his own condition felt like the proper first thing to do.
+++
"How can I help you?"
"I want a quick check-up."
"Sure... just fill up this paper and I'll be with you in a moment."
"Thanks."
Turbo took the pen and began filling in his personal information. The name was Turbo Autumn Bosconovitch, 33 years old, Tiger, male, 98kg and... Turbo halted.
'What the... I need to state how tall I am too?'
He didn't wonder much about it and went on... 181cm was the last time he checked... what else?
'Err... why do they need to know my personality and body build? Am I filling up a CV or what? ... oh, to Hell with this.'
He went on... antisocial, gets bothered easily, body built big and muscular, fur colors orange and black, eye color yellow... He stopped at the middle of the paper and couldn't help but wonder what really is he filling up.
'This has GOT to be a sick joke, right? I mean... sexuality? What the fuck?'
He raised his head again and called the same python nurse.
"What the fuck do you need to know my sexuality for?"
"... excuse me?!"
"Take a look at this strange thing."
The python glared at the paper, then smiled in a wicked way, snatching the paper and giving him another one.
"I'm sorry, sir... please, pretend you didn't see that."
"What was that about?"
"Don't mind me, that was... err... a questionnaire... for college, but enough about that. Here's your paper ^_^"
"... urgh."
He began filling his information again... only to stop, this time thinking about Yzmar whether if he really did something to himself.
'Shit, I just can't take the fucker off my head.'
He continued what he was doing, as one of the nurses came to the waiting room nearby and called out the next patient's name...
"Mister... Yz... Yzmar?"
Turbo instantly looked her way; Yzmar? There can't be two people with this strange name in the world, can it? He then saw him, standing from in between the waiting chairs as he began dragging one foot after the other. He was clean, looks like he used what little strength he had to shower and get changed.
'What the... he's... not wearing his shoes?'
And right there, in the middle of the hallway, Yzmar collapsed just before even reaching the nurse that called him.
"Patient black out, bring the bed fast!"
Turbo left the paper he was filling, and ran his way, a team of specialists quickly brought a moving bed and helped him over it. Turbo was stopped by one of them, the raccoon tried his best to push him away.
"Sir, what are you doing? Let us do our-"
"How is he?"
"Sir, stop following-"
"We work at the same place, you idiot, I asked you how he was!"
A human nurse patted Turbo on his shoulder to get his attention.
"Sir, you'll get to see him soon... but remember where you are, please keep your voice down."
"... ok... thanks."
+++
"Roommates, you say?"
"Yes."
The Doberman was wearing the usual doctor outfit, long white coat and black slacks, he was around 170cm tall and his skin was all black except for his almost golden eyebrows, and two dark red dots on his face marked where his eyes were. He was walking about in his office as Turbo was sitting still on a couch, feeling nervous.
"So you weren't the one who brought him here?"
"I came here to have a check-up on my own, but I was alone."
"Hmm."
"Where's he now?"
"Being looked at in the ER."
"... ER?"
The doctor looked at Turbo and found him rather troubled; Turbo feared that all this happened because of him, he himself didn't know why he cared for this human so much, and why his heart and senses opened up a bit for him. The Doberman sighed and shook his head, better not scare this tiger any more than this.
"It's just a name we call on some of our... rooms."
"... ok."
"More importantly, your condition confuses me, Mister..."
"Turbo."
"Ah, yes... Well, Turbo, there is this disease that is now known as The Grim, do you know about it?"
"... no, I don't."
"It's been given that name since it lowers one's lifespan."
"... L-lifespan?"
"There are many symptoms for this disease, but the most common and easiest to spot is that the heart clasps itself tightly at times."
"What?!"
"Turbo... you seem to be carrying it."
Turbo stood up in shock, all what Yzmar was trying to say... all he wanted to warn him about, and Silver too, was this infection? Wait, then what's with the day per...
"Is... is it fatal?"
"Normally, people who get infected by the evolved phase of The Grim have... half a day, or just one day at best."
"!!"
The Doberman waved both his paws immediately, trying to calm him down.
"But hey, none of this is going to happen to you, relax."
"... w-what do you mean?"
"Turbo, when I examined your body, I noticed something strange, a rather unique DNA structure that, to be precise, resisted the illness."
"It... what?"
"Exactly, I cannot put it to words myself, but-"
Suddenly the door was opened, a young giraffe nurse stepped in.
"Doctor Ix, the pat-"
"Goodness, I thought I told you to knock before barging like that. This is a Hospital, for medicine's sake!"
"Oh! I'm... I'm so sorry."
"Ugh... never mind, what is it?"
"The... patient is ready."
"Bring him in."
Yzmar entered the office, wearing the patient's light blue gown with a blank look on his face. He looked at the doctor a bit, but his eyes diverted to Turbo and got shocked, his green eyes got angry straight away.
"... what are you doing here?"
"Hey, I was jus-"
"Doc, what's this jerk doing here?"
The doctor looked at Yzmar in confusion.
"Mister Razorfen-"
"Doc, get him out."
"Easy now..."
"I don't want him here, get him-"
The Doberman raised a paw in front of Yzmar's face, warning him. Yzmar could see the clues of Ix's impatience so he gulped his words.
"Calm down, I'm the physician here, and it's not good for your health to get angry right now; keep your problems out of this hospital to give your heart some rest, or it will burst on you again just like this morning."
"..."
"Good, that's much better, now have a seat near him, what I'm about to say is important for both of you."
He then turned to the giraffe nurse.
"... and just what are you doing, holding the door open like that?"
"Huh?"
"God, help me..."
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I'll be going now."
"Yes, thank you."
+++
"Must I sit here?"
"Why? That couch isn't comfy enough for you?"
"That's not what I meant..."
The doctor was resting his back on his desk as he faced both Turbo and Yzmar sitting on the same couch, and although the couch was big enough for 4, Ix forced Yzmar to sit right next to Turbo. Both Yzmar and Turbo felt rather awkward like that, since Turbo was already musky from this morning's nightmare.
"Then what did you mean?"
"Stop playing innocent, Doc. Ix, you know what I mean."
Doctor Ix smiled, staring at them a little bit more.
"You know, you look perfect for each others."
"What?!"
"Don't try to hide it, Mister Razorfen."
"Try to hide what?!"
"You might have washed, but we found some of Turbo's... 'Stuff' on you..."
"... you think we're..."
"Am I wrong?"
"YOU'RE WRONG!"
"YOU'RE WRONG!"
Both Yzmar and Turbo turned to one another, a bit surprised that they shouted the same words at the same time. Ix grinned at their reaction and shook his head in delight, he was proven right after all. Turbo's face flushed red, but Yzmar instantly stood up.
"I'm calling another doc-"
"Wait, sit down right where you are."
"Are you trying to irritate me, Doc. Ix?"
The dog snarled in a serious look.
"I apologize for the bold joke, but I must inquire you to sit down... now."
"..."
"Trust me, it's all worthwhile."
Yzmar sighed, as he sat again near Turbo, trying not to 'touch' him anywhere when he did, he tried to focus on the important matters.
"Is there any cure for the early stage yet, doc?"
"... sadly, no... not yet."
"I see... then... we're both on the same boat for The Grim, huh?"
"The... 'same boat' part is true. However..."
Yzmar lift his eyesight to Ix again, confused...
"However? However what?!"
Ix turned to Turbo.
"First, I'll finish where I stopped with you, Turbo."
"... ok."
"As I said about your DNA structure, the disease won't kill you; it will barely give you any trouble, just a clasp or two since your body is experiencing a new intruder."
"... really?"
Yzmar turned to Turbo in surprise, then back at the Doberman.
"He what?"
"And as for you, Mister Razorfen..."
"..."
"... your best bet of survival now... is the tiger sitting next to you, other than that, only death awaits."
"Death... might as well be my only solitude..."
"Do not say words that you'd regret later."
"..."
Ix sighed as he shook his head.
"It's clear from the first glance that you both hate one another, and since you work in the same place, live in the same apartment plus what we found on Mister Razorfen when we examined him... even fools can guess how Turbo got infected."
Yzmar and Turbo both fell silent.
"Yzmar, Turbo's DNA has a natural 'elixir' just waiting to be created."
"... elixir?"
"His body can fully resist The Grim in a one day period, maybe much faster than that, it's possible."
"..."
"But because of that, when he... did what he did to you, some of that structure entered you as well, that's why The Grim got sharper on you lately."
"I don't understand."
"The Grim is an incomprehensible condition that appeared in medical science; it starts weak, and then builds up in its destructive symptoms to finally seize body functions at the highest stages, and normally this takes a long period, like 14 or 15 years."
"Yes, I know; I've been informed of carrying it once I reached my adulthood."
"The causes of this disease are still unknown, but..."
"... but what, Doc. Ix?"
"I'm not certain about it yet, but it looks like your disease's symptoms are stronger than usual... because of... what Turbo did."
Yzmar was still calm and trying to recollect all this in his head, but even though he wasn't too close to Turbo he still could feel the tiger shivering.
"What are you trying to say, Doc. Ix?"
"Yzmar, your lifespan got even shorter..."
"... how shorter?"
"One could only guess, I'm afraid; The Grim made powerful impacts on your body as soon as Turbo's DNA entered your body, it seems to want to get rid of it. But it could still be possible to get The Grim off of you, and should this prove to be successful, you'll get your life back unclipped."
He then hinted to Turbo as he finished his sentence, and smiled.
"The living elixir I was talking about is sitting just near you, his mere scent in itself is a good source without mentioning the other stuff."
"You honestly believe that by 'sniffing' this dirty fur ball-?"
"Maybe you didn't notice it yet, but don't you get those heart clasps all the time? On a regular bases? Daily?"
"..."
"Shouldn't you be experiencing one just about 4 minutes ago?"
Yzmar looked at him with amazed eyes, speechless.
"I know a lot about The Grim since I tried many times to cure it myself. And one of the facts is that the clasps happen once every 6 to 8 hours, plus the times whenever the patient experiences major emotional stress or high physical fatigue."
Yzmar turned slowly to face Turbo, his eyes are still shocked. Turbo looked at him and was, for some reason, relieved inside his heart. Turbo turned again to Ix instantly.
"So just me being there is-"
"Hold on, it's not as easy as it may sound. What I just said will just solve the clasps; Yzmar will have to live with The Grim inside him for the very last breath if we don't find a cure."
"..."
Ix looked at Yzmar for a bit, then sighed.
"I'm sorry, Mister Razorfen, but can you give us a moment?"
"... Sure, take your time."
+++
"Turbo?"
"..."
"... Hey, Turbo."
"Wha?"
"It's the green light."
"Oh... yea..."
Yzmar stared at Turbo for a moment, the tiger was thinking about what he just discovered from Doctor Ix. Yzmar didn't want to tell anyone, he wanted his condition to remain a secret, it bothered him that a co-worker got his hands on such things... and an HH no less. He sighed and turned at his window.
"You sure you want to drive like that? You're spacing out a lot."
"..."
"... and you're driving with only one hand, isn't that dangerous?"
Turbo got a little bothered.
"Hey, you want to drive?"
"Me? I can't drive; I have no driving license."
Turbo turned his eye a little to glance at him in amazement, and Yzmar instantly knew why. He sighed again as he shrugged him off.
"Don't ask... I just don't have the skills for driving."
Turbo fell silent, still thinking about what Doctor Ix told him in private, they were almost half the way to the apartment when they stopped for a red light. Turbo turned at Yzmar again, concerned a little, but Yzmar was still gazing out his window, resting his chin on his hand.
"Yzmar?"
"Mmm?"
"When is it... too late to... give an apology?"
"... apology for what?"
"I don't know... a mistake?"
Yzmar, sensing what Turbo was trying to say, remained quiet for a bit. The car moved again at the green light.
"An apology is never too late."
"... really?"
"Well, yeah sure, as long as it's a sincere and honest one."
"Then..."
Turbo hesitated a bit.
"Yzmar... I'm sorry..."
"... for?"
"For what I've done... yesterday."
"Oh, so you think that was a 'mistake' back then, don't you?"
"..."
Turbo couldn't say anything, just apologizing felt hard enough. He thought a simple apology would fix things a little, but it backfired; Yzmar's tone clearly stated anger.
"You think this is funny, Turbo?!"
"... No, I'm being-"
"You rape me, bitch-slap me, humiliate me and chock me near death-"
Turbo felt a shivering regret striking him hard as Yzmar went on, there was anger too but it was directed at himself.
"-And now you think 'I'm sorry, please forgive me' will erase all that?"
"..."
"No, Turbo, that wasn't a 'mistake' you did yesterday, a 'mistake' is never intended and that defines it from other things. I'm even more surprised that you are seeking my forgiveness, weren't you enjoying it?"
"... so..."
Turbo sulked as he drove the car a bit faster, now that the road was clear from the crowd.
"... so it's... too late for that after all, isn't it?"
Yzmar's anger faded a bit, he looked at Turbo with the back of his eye, and sensed some hints of grief, the tiger's yellow eyes were so much different from before; not the dominating threatening eyes he saw yesterday. 'Is he?' He thought, 'Is he lamenting himself?' Yzmar took a long deep breath and relaxed his back to the seat again, crossing his hands.
"Just focus on the road."
"... yea... ok..."
15 minutes later, Turbo stopped the car in a parking slot near some kind of a public garden, Yzmar sat up straight and turned to Turbo, baffled.
"Err... why are we stopping here?"
"Well, this is as close as we can get to the apartment by car."
"... hmm, I could use a walk, anyway."
Yzmar opened the car's door, and just before he steps out Turbo held him from under his arm.
"Hold on."
"What is it?"
Turbo got off the car, turned around to Yzmar's side and offered his back.
"Climb on me."
"... are you giving me a piggyback?"
"It's a good kilometer from here to the apartment, you're not going to walk all the way on bare feet."
Yzmar sighed, still not moving out of the car.
"It's not like doing so will kill me, Turbo."
"Would you just get off the car?"
"You must be kidding! Now quit it; it's embarrassing."
Turbo's patience wore out, as he turned again to him, yanked him out from his hand and carried, placing Yzmar's stomach on one shoulder, with Yzmar's head in the front. Yzmar was shocked at the sudden development, and turned to Turbo with a red face.
"Turbo! Put me down!"
"Hmm, carrying you like this is easier."
"Turbo!"
"Ok, ok... let's try-"
He repositioned Yzmar again, carrying him with both paws in front of him, while Yzmar was lying on his arms like a bride. Yzmar instantly crossed his hands in front of him forming an X, frowning in disapproval.
"What th-Hey! This is even worse! No way! Never! Not a chance!"
"..."
He repositioned him again, carrying him on his shoulder but this time Yzmar's back was to the front. Yzmar began to get angry.
"You really didn't think hard about this one, did you?"
'Err... it feels like I'm carrying a dead body.'
"Turbo, just..."
Yzmar sighed helplessly, Turbo was too strong for him to break free.
"Please, just put me down... I'll walk, it's no big deal."
"No, you're not walking."
Turbo repositioned him again, finally giving him a proper piggyback as Yzmar's arms rolled around his neck.
"There, this should do, right?"
"Ok, I didn't want to say this because I was keeping your feelings in mind, but YOU FREAKING STINK!"
"Eh... yeah, I didn't shower this morning. But that's supposed to be good, isn't it? I mean... the doctor said it's better for you to smell it."
Yzmar didn't like it even though Turbo was right this time, he was amazed and disgusted at himself too for he didn't seem to mind much.
"... Turbo, you don't need to do this."
"You're right, I don't need to, I want to."
Yzmar couldn't say anything to that, but Turbo was starting to actually act friendly lately. He thought again about his apology in the car, the tiger might have meant what he said earlier. Turbo kept walking normally, not wanting to rock him should he walk any faster, even when they reached near the apartment, and in the middle of hundreds of furry eyes, Turbo didn't want to put Yzmar down just yet, although Yzmar was burning red in awkwardness right now.
"Turbo, you're awful."
"Call me what you wish, I'm doing this for you, you know."
"... what an idiot."
"Heh."
Yzmar buried his face under the back of Turbo's neck, he closed his eyes and wished for this to be over soon; Turbo was treating him like a baby in front of the public, if only he was a chameleon and turn invisible, this would be the best time to do it. He began ascending the steps to the 4th floor with Yzmar still on his back, he threw a couple of 'hello' and 'morning' as he went up, but Yzmar was too embarrassed to open his eyes again. Finally, Turbo used one paw to unlock the door and step in, and only then did he put Yzmar down.
Yzmar gave him his back and went to his room, the door was still open, and the bed was just as filthy as they left it.
'Great, I think I'll take a rest at the living room and attend to this mess later; I'm so be-'
He froze in his thought, feeling Turbo behind him. Yzmar sighed and called out, still facing the windows.
"What do you want?"
"Why didn't you tell us?"
"About?"
"You kept hinting for it, to Silver, to me... but why in puzzles?"
"..."
"I can't understand-"
"Of course you can't, you jerk!"
"Uh!!"
Turbo was taken off guard by his anger, Yzmar's fists rolled, the smell of the room filled his mind again and he shivered at the disturbing memories of yesterday, feeling angrier.
"Turbo... you jerk, I freaking envy you."
"... w..."
"You're strong and healthy, you hardly get annoyed or bothered by anyone, you don't have to worry about a fucking thing, your life is so laid in front of you that you don't bother with anything other than 'walk' in it."
"... Yzmar-"
"Me? I have to live my life reduced, worry about every heart stroke I get that it might be my last, try my best to at least DO something with my life, can't even love and let people around me in my life so I won't infect them, can't get too angry or a heart strike could kick in, can't tire out my body or overdo things for the same reason, my body is so small and weak and shitty for the very fucking same reason... AND I HAVE TO PUT UP WITH JERKS LIKE YOU, AND FOR WHAT? FOR BEING A FUCKING HUMAN, THAT'S WHAT!"
Turbo never imagined hating one's own self can be this agonizing, but listening was all he could do right now, Yzmar just couldn't hold it inside of him anymore and Turbo's question just pressed the trigger.
"Oh hey, I know! I should have told everyone, shouldn't I? Hi, my name is Yzmar, I'm a walking disease called The Grim, it reduces my shitty life to a crisp, and don't you dare fuck with me 'cause you'll fucking die from the infection! Brilliant, just so fucking brilliant! No one would have raped me should I have said so, right? But then again, I'll never-ggh..."
Yzmar stopped for a second, clutching at his heart, his body shivered but his mouth didn't want to stop there. He felt his body being pulled in for a hug from his back. Turbo's arms were around him, sealing his movement, he raised his head slowly and saw Turbo closing his eyes as he breathed in his green hair, Turbo was shivering strongly, but his grip on him was firm.
"Yzmar, stop..."
"... hands o-"
"Please, forgive me."
"..."
Yzmar remained quiet for a bit, his heart easing again as Turbo's touch and smell brushed his nerves away. He sighed and dropped his head forward, not bothering to struggle against his hold.
"Turbo... I said let go."
"... why... why won't you open up? Why do you push everyone off from you all the time?"
"Everyone is better off without me."
"Is it because of your condition?"
"..."
"Well, you heard what the doctor said, right?"
"..."
"Why not open up a little? Just a li-"
"BECAUSE I FUCKING HATE YOU, YOU FUCKING MORON!"
Turbo's head suddenly got struck with that statement as if it was in the middle of a car crash. His grip eased a bit, but his hold was still there, Yzmar didn't try to break free nor did he move a finger.
"Wait... you're just saying that, right?"
"..."
"You're not trying to break free... your body needs me for a cure, doesn't it? You're just trying to push me away again."
"Turbo, I'm not struggling because I saw how futile that was last night, I experienced it firsthand-not that it was the FIRST time I tried to break free from a furry."
"..."
"And what's this nonsense about my body needing you? Hell, I've long learned how to live with my condition just great all these years... until you came in! It was thanks to you in the first place that it got worse."
Yzmar's voice was still hating and furious. Turbo remained silent, words escaping his mouth as he struggled against himself to find a way, even the tightest and hardest ways, to reach for him but it was all blank in his head. He sulked to himself helplessly, finally breaking this grip. They remained like that without moving, Yzmar facing the window in the middle of the room, and Turbo standing behind him in defeat.
"I guess you're right, what I did was... harsh."
"..."
"You have every right to hate me, but please know this one thing: if there was any way I could turn back time and undo-"
"Please, get out."
"... Yzmar."
"..."
"... alright... but I'm here for you, please... I..."
"Close the door behind you, if you would; I'll need to clean this room before it gets any damper than this."
Turbo felt his soul being tortured and crushed in agony, his voice never reaching Yzmar and his thoughts are always being blocked no matter how hard he tried. He was trying his best to put his feelings in words but it got repelled to nothingness in every attempt. He went to the door, trying one last shot as he held the nod of the door.
"Ok... I'm... I'm going to make lunch, so-"
"I don't want any."
"... I'll make some for you, just in case."
"..."
"I can guess you didn't put anything in your mouth since this morning."
"... fine, do as you wish."
Turbo's face got eased a little, this could turn out to be a good start. He closed the door behind him, and Yzmar soon held his face with one hand and sighed deeply.
'Great, Yzmar, you just had to reject the ONLY person who-'
He went to the two windows and opened them, clearing a bit of the soggy sex air that reminded him of his torture with every breath he took.
'My body... back then, it really...'
His body began to tremble, he crossed his hands at the window's frame and rested his forehead on them. His mind was swimming in many thoughts, hatred and emotions.
'Yes, Yzmar, your body enjoyed it, and the news about him to be protected from your infection was really a relief.'
"..."
'You're just a little brat, begging for attention.'
"... that's not true."
'Oh, is it not? Then why are you on the verge of crying?'
"..."
'You're a coward, Yzmar. You're angry at Turbo for being hostile with you on the first glance? Heh, all those years you've been avoiding people, shunning them away yourself, because you were too scared to love someone. You're just pathetic, and you know it, that's why you're angry.'
"... enough."
'And now comes a totally different Turbo, a very handsome tiger that have shown many clues of his affection, trying to show you just how much he cares for you, and to top it all he could be the only one you CAN love, the only one you CAN allow to enter your heart. You're not angry at him, Yzmar, but rather... you're angry at yourself...'
"... think of something else, I need to stop."
'Don't run away again, Yzmar!'
"Must think of something else."
'Yzmar, how long will you run away? You'll tire out eventually and die like a dog, leaving true love behind to grief at your corpse!'
"MUST!"
'Hey!'
Yzmar raised his head and stood upright, he took a deep breath and turned to the bed. A lingering thought about yesterday knocked the door at his mind, but 'reason' was in command right now.
"Better start cleaning this mess up."
+++
Yzmar rubbed his shoulders as he sat at the ground near his bed, the covers and blankets are finally all washed up and hanging at the window.
'This should do, I guess.'
He stood up again, his mind suddenly knocking at where he stopped before, now that he doesn't have anything to do. He shook his head again and pushed it away, still not accepting the options his heart is suggesting. He walked out his room and lingered at the kitchen.
'Not here? He said he'd-'
Suddenly, he heard knocking at the apartment's door, he walked to the door and was sulking for the door didn't have any door eye on it, or whatever name they might call it in Velencia.
"Who is it?"
"Delivery!"
"... I didn't-"
He soon stood silent, sulking even more; looks like that tiger ended up ordering food. But that's strange, Turbo doesn't appear to be in the apartment.
'Oh well, might as well just take the order and get my money back later.'
He opened the door, keeping the safety chain applied... but that wasn't even an obstacle in the face of the intruder. A quick kick, flagged the door open, knocking Yzmar back to the ground in an instant, and a black plastic bag was the last thing he saw before it covered his whole head.
"What the-"
"Surprise, surprise, freaky human!"
Yzmar gasped, that voice was familiar, it wasn't Turbo's nor... wait, where did he hear it? He heard footsteps all over the apartment, all rushing everywhere. All the while, whoever placed the dark bag on his face was still near him, pinning him to the ground with two mighty hands.
"Thieves?"
"Hahahah, the guy thinks we're thieves!"
"...?"
Another voice lingered from the kitchen.
"Boss, Turbo isn't here."
"Huh?"
"He's alone."
"Well, one of us stays here then, to tell him where the party is."
"Right."
"We go now, toy!"
Yzmar froze in fear as he felt several hands and paws seizing any possible struggle... his mind couldn't yet bring up the owner of that voice, but it must be someone that had his eyes on him for a bit.
+++
"Remember what I said about an elixir that's waiting to be created? Well, I'm gunna have to ask you both for your cooperation with me."
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"... you can make it happen?"
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"No, Turbo, BOTH of you can make it happen. I can only extract it."
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"..."
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"Turbo, you're going to need Yzmar to infect you again as soon as the disease wears-"
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"Say what?!"
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"Calm down, please hear me out first."
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"..."
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"Good... Now, your body's DNA isn't ready yet for the real deal, but it will get stronger whenever it resists The Grim, which at the end will be Yzmar's cure."
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"So... we need to... do it several times-"
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"Also, keep in mind that The Grim gets stronger when the patient loses hope."
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"Huh?"
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"When I spoke with Yzmar, before we send him to the ER, he was really shrewd and intelligent, but he felt like someone that has lost his well to live. Yzmar isn't living because he wants to or because he has goals, it's because The Grim didn't fully get its hands on him yet; the human have long sacrificed his joy in life to repel everyone around him."
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"... so he won't be infecting anyone..."
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Turbo held his head, he began understanding his attitude more and more.
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"Turbo, I'm telling you this because I believe you feel for him."
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"... I do."
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"I know you do, I've met many couples and I know those signs when I see them. But Yzmar shouldn't hear this because I'm not sure if you want him to go through it."
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"Why shouldn't he? He'll get rejoiced should he know that it's possible as long as he keeps hoping."
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"That maybe true, but the brain sometimes creates 'false' hope."
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"... false?"
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"This kind of hope will only prevent the real hope from emerging. That's why I must ask you to never open your mouth about this issue in front of him, his hope must emerge purely from his heart, from his own will."
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"..."
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"Your body will develop the cure for it from regular attempts of destroying it. You'll have to be extra careful with him, emotionally more than physically, try to keep his hopes high for a cure."
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"But how do I do that? He doesn't know that I'm fond of him, and what I did to him was so vile and degrading."
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"Make him smile."
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"... smile?"
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"I never saw him smile, although I threw many jokes, he just stared blankly at me. Give him something that will make him smile, give him something that will make him want to live again... something, or someone, that he'd live for."
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"... ok."
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"Here, this is a small rubber needle; it won't break when thrown. Use it to extract small doses of your own blood, and give it to Yzmar. In case a clasp occurred without you being around him, he should inject himself with your blood to calm it down."
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Ix threw a pendant with the shape of the letter T on Turbo.
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"... needle? This is a pendant."
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"Yes, the pendant itself is iron, but inside it is a rubber needle that can contain 20ml of liquid, which is enough for two shots only."
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"..."
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"What's wrong?"
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"Why T?"
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Ix sulked in defeat.
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"It stands for Turbo, you idiot."
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"Why not Y?"
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"Because! Giving him something that resembles you will comfort him, you can hit two birds with one stone-"
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The Doberman grinned in mischief.
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"-You can protect him when you're not around, and at the same time you can make your move on him, propose in a fashionable manner."
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Turbo's face turned red as he thought about such a scene.
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"Sheesh, what a bold thing to say."
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"Should this prove to be successful, both of you will be famous, and a cure for The Grim will enter our files as yet another disease that proved useless in the face of medical science!"
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"... err... yeah... right."
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"Now get out there and do your thing! Make it happen. Oh, and just in case, here's my number if you need anything or if his condition changed suddenly... give me your address and don't think twice, just drop me a call and I'll come over."
+++
Turbo was juggling with two boxes in each paw, on his way to the apartment. At the end, he just had to order something fast after yet another failed attempt in cooking...
'Shit, he might be done from his room by now.'
Reaching the apartment was no pleasing sight to him at all, he entered it in shock, taking two steps inside and immediately making out the presence of someone in the apartment.
'The kitchen!'
He walked quietly, taking a sneak peak as he spotted a hyena middling in the refrigerator, the door was covering Turbo from the intruder's eyes as he bent his knees and kept drawing near with slow steps. The hyena closed the door and immediately got pounced, flailed with food boxes, chocked with paws to his neck and swiftly thrown out the kitchen. It didn't take him more than that to actually figure out what's going on, Turbo was back, and he's not pleased one bit.
"Gahh-*cough~* Turbo!"
"... the fuck are you?"
"Hey... *gasp~* wait..."
Turbo pounced at him again, but the hyena threw himself to his side and got back at his feet.
"Hold it, wow... let me talk, sheesh!"
"Now's a good time to talk."
"With your fangs after me? Woah!"
Not being alert enough, the hyena got snatched by his neck again and thrown to the apartment's open door. He got up quickly, still twitching in pain as he closed one eye, feeling dizzy.
"Hey! Stop for a second!"
"A thief should be running by now, not talking."
"I'm no thief, would you just listen?!"
"... why are you here?"
"Finally willing to talk? Took you long-"
The hyena almost bit on his tongue when Turbo rushed to him and gripped his neck once more.
"Gaaack!"
"I'll repeat my question for the last, fucking, time... why are you here?"
Turbo pinned the hyena to the wall outside his apartment, a fox got shocked at the sight and quickly descended the steps in a hurry. The tiger pressed even harder on his neck then eased enough for him to speak.
"Gahh-*gasp~* I'm just... *cough~* sending a message."
"Out with it, then."
"Yzmar is... *gasp~*... can't... breathe..."
"What's with Yzmar?!"
"Please... I... can't..."
Turbo turned the hyena around and pinned his chin to the wall, as he kept his elbow pressing against the back of his neck and snarled in anger.
"What the fuck did you do?! WHERE IS HE?"
"Ca... n't bre... athe..."
"WELL, TOO FUCKING BAD 'CAUSE YOU'LL BREATHE WHEN YOU TELL ME... NOW C'MON TICK TOCK!!"
"... ol... d... har... b..."
"The old harbor?"
"... y... sss..."
Turbo turned him back again and a quick jab at his muzzle ended the hyena to the ground, finally losing conscious. Turbo's blood was already boiling, he went back to the apartment and took his keys, he glared at the drawer near his bed, hesitating...
'Better keep things low... but... oh fuck it.'
He opened the drawer and took out a small flat black box, putting it in his back pocket as he rushed down the stairs. Getting out of the apartment and rushing to where his car was while dialing numbers in his phone, he came across Flok, running his usual laps around the public park nearby.
"Flok!"
"Yo, Turbo. What's up?"
Flok instantly noticed the hyena smell and sweat on Turbo.
"What's going on? Were you in a fight just now?"
"Flok, shut your beak and come along."
"What the h-"
"FUCK IT, DUDE, YZMAR NEEDS HELP!"
"?!"
+++
"Waky waky, sleepy beauty."
Yzmar began coming back to his senses at the laughter and chuckles around him, his vision didn't do him much since he was blindfolded, he struggled to move his hands from his back but they were tied back there, he was sitting on his back with his legs extending separately in front of him. He faced up, trying his best to see through his folds.
"Awake at last?"
"... you... that voice is..."
"Oh? He remembers us, I'm flattered."
"Why are you..."
"Why? Isn't it obvious by now? We didn't get our 'payment' from back then, remember? Some Gemik got in the way."
"... you fool, you still want that, don't you? You don't mind dying?"
"Oh? You can't even move right now, pray tell me how you'll kill us."
"... viciously."
Everyone blasted in laughter again, a bull chuckled as he helped Yzmar back to his feet, taking his blindfolds off and, surprisingly enough, cutting the rope tying his hands. The minute he did, though, he looked at Yzmar in a wicked grin and punched his forehead, blasting him to the iron container behind him, Yzmar slipped his body down and sat again on his back, shocked in surprise and sharp pain.
"That 'viciously' fully describes just how we'll enjoy breaking a toy like you."
"... you bunch of horny animals, you'll end up killing yourselves."
"Who'll kill us? Turbo? Just because you and Turbo are in the same apartment, do you think he'll come to rescue you, princess? He'll enjoy watching you squirm, that's what he'll do."
"..."
"We kept someone there to call him for the party, I know he - above everyone else - wouldn't want to miss something like this."
"... hmph..."
Yzmar' mind drifted away from their mocks and giggles to his own thoughts, wondering about Turbo, maybe they're right...
'He could be overjoyed by now.'
'Huh? How can you even think that?!'
'He hates me, there's no possible reason for-'
'God, are you that idiotic?!'
The three bulls stared at one another in wicked thoughts, looks like their pray is already hopeless and have surrendered himself; the looks on his green eyes didn't contain fear, but it was clear for anyone that he'll never be able to resist and struggle against them. One of the bulls helped Yzmar back at his feet again and smirked to the other two.
"I say we start now, we'll have a 'round 2' with Turbo once he joins."
"Yeeeeeeeeeaah, why the hell not!"
Yzmar came back to his senses as he soon felt his top get torn in one, powerful flick. He eyed the bull as he smiled down at him, and glided his hand under his white shirt, feeling the human. Yzmar shuddered, as he felt the other two bulls circle around him and begin groping his body as well, touching and feeling him all over.
"You... you bastards, why won't you listen? Why must you do this?"
"Why can't we resist screwing you? Hmm, tough question... *chuckle~*"
"I've already said over and over, you'll die if you-"
"Hey, this is starting to get old, you know?"
"... you think I'm kidding?!"
"No... not at all, I just think you're crazy... oooo, and hot... damn!"
The bull in his front reached for both his nipples and twitched them gently, feeling and exciting them. Yzmar wanted to back off, but the three bulls made sure they blocked any possible escape he might find, their colossal figures towered all around him, blocking the sunset's rays from reaching him as they started to take off his pants by now.
Yzmar found himself cursing his body again for being this weak, he couldn't do anything to fight back; not in the factory's toilet, not when Turbo raped him, not now... not for the days to come, eventually... Velencia started to look like a place of horror to him, he couldn't help but wonder if all humans here put through the same experience. But then again, maybe it was just him... either way, this usual session is starting to sap him the little portion of life The Grim so kindly left in him, he began feeling more and more pathetic and not needed in this world.
The bulls were now naked and already smearing him in licks and gropes, they moaned and mooed as they licked his body in desire and possession, covering his body with glistening spit. Yzmar's thoughts were interrupted as his body began feeling excited by the excessive attention around it; the three horny bulls kept no spot unattended, his body glittered in saliva in mere seconds as their own bodies began smelling and sweating in thrill and pleasure.
"We better make him ready, we don't want to break him so soon."
One of the bulls behind him sat on his back and nuzzled his nose and lips against Yzmar's crack, teasing at it with sudden small licks. Yzmar got alarmed again, this should not go on or else...
"No... h... hey, don't... ugh..."
The bull in his front sat down as well, taking Yzmar's not-fully-awaken penis in his mouth, slurping and sucking loudly. The bull behind him was more eager to taste the human further, tonguing deep in his hole. Yzmar suddenly felt something warm and wriggly inside his ass, he shivered hard, shooting pre almost immediately in the bulls hungry jaws. The rest of the furries were around them and already enticed, pawing off to be ready when their turn comes.
"Fuck, he tastes like... Damn, I could milk him all night long for this!"
The third bull wasn't like he'd be satisfied with just watching his two brothers, he turned Yzmar's already null head to his side and slightly upward, as he locked a deep kiss to his neck, shoving his brutal teeth along his skin. Yzmar fell in shock at his own disgusting appeal, his mind wanted to stop all this, but his body enjoyed the attention; years of lamenting his condition for not being able to find anyone to love, it only made it more difficult to stop this harassment. Tears strolled his cheeks as he stood powerless to his body's desires, while his mind screamed and shook his heart to snap out of it and do something... anything...
His legs, no longer able to hold his body still, finally failed him, he dropped back at the sitting naked bull behind him all dizzy and foggy.
"My... aren't you the slut? You're already swimming in bliss!"
"... ll... me..."
"Hmm? Did I hear him say 'fill me' just now?! Hah, what a bitch!"
Yzmar looked up at the two bulls coming close to him again, all licking at him and moaning in delight as the third one sat him in his lap and rubbed his massive chest against his back.
"Please... *pant~* just kill me... this is too much... I can't..."
"Too much!? Look at yourself, you're rock hard, you want this as much as we do, you bitch!"
"Please... no more... *pants~* stop..."
One of them grinned as he licked his lips, savoring the human's taste and bowing down his head, he returned to suck at his penis, Yzmar wobbled, a cry of helplessness and plead escaped his mouth. The bull behind him guided his cock and entered the poor human as he jolted and struggled in pain, the third stood in front of him and forced his member in his face, rubbing his wet and dirty 7 inches all across his cheeks, mouth, chin and forehead... filling his nose with reeking arousal odors...
"Here's some milk, bitch."
"Gahh... *pants~* no!"
"Don't be shy, now. You'll enjoy my milk, I guarantee it's good for your body and health... heheh."
"Please... no..."
"Drink, slut! Or I'll force you to!"
The bull entered his mouth vehemently, fixing his head in place with his hands and started humping as much as he could inside the human's mouth. Yzmar twitched and struggled against his hold, but it was already obvious he was no match. The musky taste and smell hit his tongue and nose every time the bull thrusts forward, mustering more and more inside him with every thrust. His monstrous cock began intruding his throat now, just to be pulled out again and dive a little further the second time. Gagging and chocking him completely, the bull's cock was finally inside his mouth, forcing Yzmar's jaws open just to block it fully with its gigantic throbbing size. Yzmar struggled to breathe using his nose, but his nose was right at the bull's hairy and musky groin, the cock slid out slowly, almost fully, just to get back inside with the same lazy pace.
Yzmar's cock was dancing in wet blitz with a bull's tongue, saliva strafed slowly out of his sucking lips and covered all around Yzmar's penis, just to slide down further to his balls and finally drip off, the bull was easing at it every once in a while to prevent him from shooting when he felt it trembling near release, enjoying him and lavishing at his pre as much as he could. The bull holding him from his back was busy too, it seems. He took his time brushing against Yzmar's body, cupping and groping at his chest hard as his member penetrated his defenses with ease, now that his hole was slick wet with spit, cum was clearly leaking but it looks like one climax is far from enough for a beast as horny as he was. A mixture of sounds and moans engulfed Yzmar as he was the center of attention for three cruel tyrants, vulnerably surrendering his body once more to overpowered abusers to have their sweet time breaking him.
The bull in his mouth moaned as he arced backward, his tongue dangling out of his mouth as it let some drool slide as far as his neck.
"Fffffucking... bitch... this twerp can *pants~* lick really goo-Aaaooohh... *Moo~*"
Yzmar's throat splattered with thick fluids... yes, throat... the bull's cock was too deep in his mouth it shot directly to his helpless gullet. The bull pulled out a bit to make his shots hit Yzmar's mouth all over from the inside, forcing Yzmar to either gulp to get a chance to breathe, or chock to death on thick sharp-tasting semen as it leak out his mouth.
Suddenly, The Grim knocked the door on his heart... reminding him of his daily scheduled visits of torment.
"MMMPH!"
Yzmar's eyes went wide, struggling harder than ever, his body's heat began rising and his body lost control...
"GARGH... FUCKER, DON'T BITE!!"
'Fuck... I knew it... it was inevitable...'
The bull enjoying his mouth pulled out from him, making him cough and splatter all over his own chest. The bull noticed him shaking in strange glares, Yzmar's eyes were as if he saw a ghost, his jaws were shivering as if he was feeling cold, having some serious difficulties just to breathe right. The bull sucking at him noticed his penis getting soft and retracting again even though he didn't stop lavishing hungrily at him, he raised his head at him, puzzled.
"Hey... hey, what's with this freak? You broke him already?!"
The bull sitting behind him stopped his thrusts, and suddenly his upper body just... dropped all the way to the ground with a thud, the bull's eyes rolled back completely as his face showed signs of pain, Yzmar was still shivering over his lap, penetrated by his cock. The rest of the furry gang were struck in fear and worry, not sure what really happened. The other two bulls stared blankly in horror as the third one struggled for air, his mouth fumed and gagged as he reached with both hands for his neck, his chest was curving violently it felt like he'd explode any minute now, he was inhaling but it felt like he couldn't exhale... his heart was failing.
"... Haaackk... kkk..."
His hands suddenly eased up, dropping to his sides as he stopped moving. Nothing was moving, not even the least of hint that he was alive, the bull laid there under Yzmar... dead...
"Wha... hey, dude... what's wrong with Rok? Oh... oh, shit... oh shit, is he dead? What the hell?"
"The fuck did you say!?"
One of the bulls freaked out and stepped back, but the other got angry and glared at Yzmar.
"Hey... Hey, bitch! What the fuck did you do?"
He swiped at Yzmar's face, slapping him real hard throwing his body to the side, out of the now dead bull's member. Yzmar laid there, still shivering, one hand reached slowly to his chest and clutched, he gasped in pain as another clasp occurred, sneering sharply in pain. The bull got more and more angry, he went to his pants and picked a pocket knife.
"I'll teach you to miss with us, freak!"
He went over to Yzmar, who didn't seem to be the least worried about the killing instinct luring over him, he was already busy in a life-or-death situation on his own.
'Breathe... I beg you... please... ju-'
Suddenly, Yzmar's expression changed. He was confused for some reason, his mind questioning his desire to live...
'Breathe, you say? Why? Weren't you sick of this life? Didn't you beg for them to kill you a moment ago?'
'... brea... the?...'
'These clutches are painful, aren't they?'
'... yes.'
'Right? So... why breathe? Why not just... lay there and die?'
'...'
'No one would miss you... heck, nobody cares, do they?'
'... n...'
'Hmm?'
'... no... they... they don't...'
The bull was now kneeling near him, he turned Yzmar so he was resting on his back as the bull prepared his knife. He moved Yzmar's hand away and stabbed 'exactly' where the heart is; in the middle of the chest with a little to the left... the bull's stab went deeper, he made sure the blade reached where it's supposed to reach, but Yzmar didn't struggle at the sharp pain in his flesh and organs... the pain in his heart and mind was far greater to notice anything like that.
'See? Nobody cares... so why not just end this torture quick? Dying here will only leave a dead human corpse behind, nothing more.'
'... finally... I'm going to... res-'
"YOU SHITTY ASSHOLES, WHAT THE FUCKING HELL ARE YOU DOING!? GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM!!"
'... that... voice...'
Yzmar sulked as his body trembled fighting against The Grim 'and' the blade in his chest at the same time, his heart bringing Turbo's image. There's no way he'd come; Yzmar made sure to block all his ways. Every time he wanted in, he locked yet another door in his face, just like the rest who tried to get near, this was the only way to protect everyone from his curse, the only way... there's absolutely nothing that could bring...
"You guys have gone WAY out of line! YOU ALL ARE OFFECIALLY DEAD, YOU HEAR ME?!"
Yzmar jolted, that voice is...
'T... Turbo?'
'Yzmar, no... stop trying to breathe.'
'Why is he...'
"I'm gunna make sure you'll all be falling at the hospital, if not falling dead here and now!"
'That was... Flok's... Flok's here too?!'
"This is going to be a walk in the park against you morons!"
'N... no way... Silver?! WHY!? WHY ARE THESE GUYS HERE?'
'Yzmar, just accept your fate and-'
'Why... why must you guys be so stubborn?'
'Yzmar, stop breathing!'
Yzmar's eyes were darting to his sides as his body refused to make any other movements, he spotted a white figure kicking across the crowd as it... laughed, and twanged around. There was a big bear too, thrashing and bashing against anything in his face, and finally there was this white rabbit bowing over him, pleading him to hang on with ruby red eyes...
'Why are you all... I can't understand...'
'Yzmar, stop breathing, damit... you'll only live to get raped ag-'
'I cannot understand... why are they...'
'Shut up and-'
'WHY ARE YOU ALL HERE? I MADE SURE TO LOCK ALL DOORS, SO HOW COME EVERYONE IS-'
Yzmar's mind finally blacked out as another clasp bursts in his heart, unable to withstand the stinging pain his body felt near his chest all of a sudden, and his eyes closed slowly...
'That's it, Yzmar... you're doing good...'
'...'
"Oh my God... Turbo, he's dying here! HE NEEDS A HOSPITAL!"
'Good lad, just give it all up...'
'...'
"Yzmar, just hang in there, buddy... be strong... please..."
'You can rest as much as you want now...'
'...'
"No... No, hey! Wake up!! YZMAAAAAAAAAR!!"
*Heart beats stopping~*
+++
"CLEAR!"
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*Electric shock buzzing~*
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"Status!"
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"Heart's beating again, breathing is weak, HR reads... 145bpm!"
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"What!"
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"The patient suffers from great blood loss... Trauma?"
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"What's his blood type?"
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"He's... AB..."
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"Prepare the-"
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"Doctor Ix, the blood carriage didn't make it here yet!"
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"... shit, of all times..."
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"What now? Take him to another-"
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"No, you idiot, there's no time, we're not sure exactly how long his body can go on like this..."
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"Then... what are we-eh? Doctor, what are you doing!?"
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"Give me... *grunt~* Give me a blood tube with a needle, hurry!"
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"Why did you cut your wr-"
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"STOP QUESTIONING ME, GIVE ME A FUCKING TUBE AND A NEEDLE... NOW DAMIT! AND YOU, CALL THE NEARBY CLINIC!"
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"Doctor!"
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"I'll be fine; I can still operate on him. Prepare to open his chest, we need to have a look at where that knife reached... and pray it didn't get far."
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"... al-alright."
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"Heart status?"
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"Breathing still weak... HR reads 140bpm and decreasing... slowly..."
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"... that's a good sign."
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"Chest opened and... Huh!?"
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"What's wrong?"
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"D... Doctor! His heart is..."
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"... what the hell... is... this?"
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"D-Doctor?"
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"Don't panic, we must continue the operation or-"
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"Doctor, blood pressure decreasing! Heart Failure!"
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"Shit, prepare the shock again... Clear!"
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*Electric shock buzzing~*
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"Status!"
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"... Not beating yet!"
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"This is bad... damn it... Clear!"
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*Electric shock buzzing~*
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"... Not beating yet, Doctor!"
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"FUCK! Clear one more time!"
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*Electric shock buzzing~*
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"Still no heart beat!!"
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"Fucking... C'MON!!"
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*Electric shock buzzing~*
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"..."
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"Doctor..."
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(Death... might as well be my only solitude...)