Somnia Catch-All

[untilldeath]

[Somnia related content and needs.]

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Deviled Kidney's Memory || CW: various forms of assault

[untilldeath]

[ Karaoke. Tomorrow, you are supposed to sing for your life with every fiber of your being– and your last night alive is supposed to be spent singing karaoke for the very same freaks who will bet on and cheer for your death. You try not to think of tomorrow. You try not to think of anything.

The beginning of a song plays and the melody brings you back to the previous rounds and the voices behind it. One of them, at least. Of Mizi. Hollow emptiness fills your stomach and heart. It has been a couple of weeks since her last performance. The image of her broken expression haunts you, then her rage as her pain and sorrow turned to violence– before all hell broke loose.

Your fingertips still haven’t healed since clawing at the glass of your egg-shaped prison to try and get to her, helpless and unable to do anything as confusion, violence, and death swept the stage.

And now she is gone.

Suddenly a microphone is shoved into your face. That’s right. You’re supposed to be singing. On reflex, you turn away from it with a grimace as reality and the present jolt back into place. That is the wrong reaction though. You know it the moment you pull back because you hear the scrape of the chair as your ‘guardian’ rises, throwing part of his dinner across the room at you in front of the guests. Within seconds he is upon you. Pain blossoms in your cheeks and jaw as one of his massive hands grabs your face and drags you forward so that he can snarl down at you. You just stare at him– a mixture of fear stirring in your stomach from the pain you expect, but also a numb nothingness. What more can he do to you that has not already been done…?

Sensing that, he twists you around and shoves your nose toward the table- toward a magazine article. Mizi decorates the cover

‘Missing? Dead?’, it reads.

It’s the question everyone has wanted to know. The images are of her when she snapped, attacking her opponent, Luka, on stage. Mizi. Mizi.

Urak shoves you closer yet.

What does he want? What the fuck does he want from you? What the fuck does he expect? Bitter sorrow and hopelessness turn to blinding rage. You have nothing. There is nothing left for you to lose, and this asshole reminds you by shoving your face into the pain and devastation you have felt since that performance.

Fuck him. Fuck them. Fuck all of them!

White hot rage burns. Teeth gritting, you don’t think as your emotions boil past the ledge. They can die. They can all just burn in hell where they belong, and even that would not be a fraction of the pain they have inflicted! Grabbing for the nearest item you shove up from Urak’s grip and turn, swinging toward the nearest segyein freak you can reach. It doesn’t matter who. You want them all to burn. You want them all to feel pain.

Just DIE!

The bottle smashes into the eye of the nearest monster, before you launch yourself toward another, frantic, wild, and violent as your bottle swings through the air, reaching for them with glass, and nails, and teeth and fists.

Sorely outnumbered, despite doing a good amount of damage, your breath is knocked out of you as you are slammed into a table. Even then you don’t stop fighting. It takes multiple hands to hold you down as your collar is slipped back into place around your neck. Snarling, it is seconds after that when you feel the needle inserted into your throat and the burn of the drug that spreads quickly through your body. Despite resisting, it’s useless as it takes effect. Your perception of reality warps, concentration fades and it's impossible to focus properly, especially when you feel yourself slammed and thrown, your head ringing from the impact.

Perhaps the drug is an unexpected blessing in the end because the rest of the night is much darker. Frantically, your mind reaches for something other than reality to grasp hold of—to do the only thing you can in this moment—to disassociate and disappear.

Mizi…

She floats within your mind.

You don’t want to be left behind. You don’t want to live anymore. Please. Please just come back. If she is really, truly gone for good, then there is no longer any light in this miserable, hopeless world. Especially after tomorrow. You just want to disappear from it too.]

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