The shattered glass of the display case laid all around him. Shocked that he was still conscious, the boy started to move. Pain. Cutting pain all over his back. However, there was one spot that punctuated his current state. Looking down, he saw a knife; old, worn, and dull, sticking out of his abdomen."Son of a..." The boy thought, the full amount of pain hitting his mind all at once. Letting out a stream of curses, he rolled over trying to get out of the debris. A sticky wetness crawled across the back of his head as he started to push himself up. Suddenly, the substance came into view. Blood. His blood. A small stream coming from a cut on the back of his head. Looking down, blood and a strange bile dripped from the knife wound. Seeing this, the boy was instinctively sickened and began to gag. Quickly covering his mouth, he fell to his right, back into the glass. He managed to stop himself from throwing up, but his gagging switched to a cough. Again, he felt a strange wetness; only this time it was on his hand. Moving his hand into view, he once again was greeted by his own blood. The crowds screaming and panic began to fade from his ears. "What a stupid way to end the story..."He thought as his vision started to lose focus. The red puddle around him was quite large now, and he quietly thought it was as if he was swimming in it. "Not yet..." he muttered as his vision pulsated on and off.
Suddenly, a figure he hadn't noticed before stepped forward. He wondered how he, or anyone for that matter, hadn't noticed it, for it appeared to be a man who was on fire. He wore a bomber crew uniform from ww2. His eyes, one a piercing blue, the other only a socket with flame spewing from it, stared at him. The left arm of the mans jacket was continuously being licked by the flames growing from it. This caused the boy to grimace at the thought of how much pain the man was in.
If the man was experiancing any pain, he wasn't showing it. The man opened his mouth and began to speak, cinders blowing out occasionally. It was a disturbing sight to see the perpetually burning skin of the of the left side of the mans face crack and repair itself. "So young to hang up your wings. tsk." The figure shook his head sadly.
"What are you talking..."The boy began as his vision cut out.
"Hey, I'm talking to you!" The burning man yelled, pulling his right hand out of his pocket and snapping his fingers. The boys eyes instantly focused."I'm gonna offer you a deal. I help you with your current predicament-" The man said gesturing to all he blood on the floor. "-and you help me with mine." He added and then offered the boy a hand up.
"You're on fire."The boy stated plainly. "Just stop drop and roll. As for me, I don't see how you can help." The boy said closing his eyes.
The figure laughed. "If only it were that simple. As for how I can help, I really can't explain that right now. Just trust me." He said moving his hand even closer.
The boys vision flickered once more. "Fine, I don't want to fade away..."He trailed off as his vision started to tunnel.
"Good enough for me." The figure said with a wry smile. He quickly grasped the boys hand and shook it twice before "merging" with him. It was a strange mix of pain and euphoria to the boy. Then, all was quite and the man was gone.
"I guess I was j..."The began, only to have his blood loss force him to quite down and shut his eyes.
"You need to sleep now. It'll slow the blood loss, though there is a chance of a concussion. Don't worry though, I got this. Wake you up when this body of ours is fixed." The mans voice said to him. He would have been more concerned, but sleep overtook him.
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