Shion was struggling futiley when he was shoved in the room. He still wasn't fully aware of what was going on but he understood enough. He was in hell. Hell apparently existed outside of long banned books and he was here.
Struggling was useless and soon he was in a room, facing another boy with their lists of sins and two knives between them. That voice spoke again, of honesty and redemption and a task. Part of him wanted to believe the voice, to give in and do what it was saying.
The other half was panicking. He threw himself at the door, stumbling back as the door didn't even budge. Then the other boy spoke and he span around, looking at him with wild red eyes, tracking the knife.
"What? No. We can't..." He shook his head. He wasn't going to cut someone. He's not even that afraid of being cut himself but cutting someone else, causing them harm like that. No. His breath comes quicker as he tries to stay calm, to focus.
Reach Up High I
Struggling was useless and soon he was in a room, facing another boy with their lists of sins and two knives between them. That voice spoke again, of honesty and redemption and a task. Part of him wanted to believe the voice, to give in and do what it was saying.
The other half was panicking. He threw himself at the door, stumbling back as the door didn't even budge. Then the other boy spoke and he span around, looking at him with wild red eyes, tracking the knife.
"What? No. We can't..." He shook his head. He wasn't going to cut someone. He's not even that afraid of being cut himself but cutting someone else, causing them harm like that. No. His breath comes quicker as he tries to stay calm, to focus.