(Author's note: Hello readers, as many of you know (or maybe not for the new ones hehe) I decided to edit the whole story and its following parts. So the scenes will not be altered, only the way they are written! <3 Most of the cast changed as well as new designs.

For the new readers you will not notice the change hahaha, good vibes for all and I hope you enjoy, I leave you an edit at the top that you can find on youtube and my tiktok acc xpeterbanana)

TW: blood, skin wounds.

His knees were bare, the hospital gown didn't cover his upper body beyond that area. He felt the cold in that windowless, furnitureless room. Just a metal stretcher that gave him back pain. His trembling hands fueled his anxiety leading him to pace back and forth with the sound of the camera in the corner following him.

With both hands he took the cross-shaped necklace hanging from his neck with a violent pull almost bursting the chain.

"You have to get me out of here." with a murmured voice he said to himself.

He sat on his ankles as his ear fragilely captured the high-pitched sounds of the metal cart approaching on the hall to his room. It was the same man who brought him food at the appointed times.

The boy moved the bottom of the cross slightly pulling out a small razor, he brought the razor to the palm of his hand, opening a long wound where by clenching his fist he began to spill the blood on the ground. When Jeremy -the worker who was in charge of assisting him- heard the strange sounds, he backed away without taking his eyes off the little man who kept dragging his hands on the ground drawing symbols with his own blood.

"CODE RED. I REPEAT, WE HAVE A RED CODE." He yelled, keeping his composure over the microphone taped to the collar of his uniform. "Nikolas, patient number 4 listen to me. Everything will be fine, you just need to calm dow-...

"HMMM-HMMM, NOT NIKOLAS."

A heavy and traitorous voice answered along with a scream after turning to face the man who trembled with fear and horror at what he had in front of him, Nikolas face had completely changed: Black eyes, black veins on his cheeks, and dark teeth just like the liquid that came out of them. It was too late when the worker tried run, Nikolas jumped on his back and buried his hands on his shoulders starting to bite his neck, splashing blood on his face.

When there was no longer much of him, not a single recognizable human feature, both fell to the ground. His body was weak and tired, his head hit the ground making him return to his body; to that version of him where he did have control.

When he noticed the body bathed in blood on the floor he began to shake and with his hands he crawled to the corner of the room hugging his knees while he sobbed and tightened his necklace.

Quickly a few steps came to his room.

"O-Oh Nikolas .... what did you do."

Nikolas tried to give an answer but his throat tightened with regret and shame that he only sobbed, tears and blood falling down his cheeks. Taking one last breath before two men approached him putting a bag on his head.

Edited!¡

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