[GRO] Mahmud Seshat - Teen

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Judhas seemed to grow more confident as Mahmud backed away. At the very least, he was too emotionally drained to be properly afraid of the orangeblood. He didn't have time to react before Mahmud returned, then passed that point, ramming Judhas in the head. Judhas didn't yell, but his teeth clattered as loud as if he had.

His head was wrenched forward by the horns, only to be whipped sideways by the force of Mahmud's punch. Teal blood splashed along the sidewalk. It ran down Mahmud's arm between his fingers.

Judhas's face was pulled close to Mahmud's. His face was a jagged mess, and he'd undoubtedly lost some teeth. If he was lucky, he'd be left with only scars, and not disfigurement of his mouth. Judhas gargled blood. It was unclear if it was an attempt at words, or moaning. His struggling was weak and he seemed too disoriented to know how to use his hands.

"H-holy s**t..." The greenblood said quietly from behind the pair. They were visibly conflicted and twitched in place, mouth opening and closing. The blueblood calmly silenced them with a subtle hand gesture, but made no motion to interfere between Mahmud and Judhas.

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A gargle was not an appropriate reply. Mahmud deserved better than a gargle. Again his fist slammed into Judhas' face. "SAY SOMETHING."

Another punch, and Mahmud could have sworn he heard a crack, or felt it. Which was it? Was his brain filling in gaps?
<******** SAY SOMETHING."

Hot and runny, something was trickling down his arm. Hot and runny, something was tricking down his cheek.
"JUDHAS!"

Finally there was a reprieve in his assault. Mahmud stopped for a moment, just a moment, to let his arm drop and sag at his side, to pant, to try and clear the fog clouding his mind. One thought came to the surface though, that overrode everything else. Giving a cry (of pain or anger, even he couldn't tell anymore) he let go of Judhas' horn, only to grab him by the face. Though he couldn't pick him up the same, Mahmud found himself dropping to the ground, dragging the head in his hand down with him to slam into the pavement.

All he wanted to do was hurt him.
(Again, he bashed Judhas' head down. )

All he wanted...
(This time he was positive he heard something)

Giving him the same pain... it should have done something by now, right?
(Who was that screaming? Was that him?)

But he felt nothing.
Nothing at all.
No relief.
Not that he was in the right. Not that he got what he deserved.
Nothing.

Mahmud's last arc stopped Judhas' head before it could hit the ground. He held it an inch above, instead.

Nothing.
This did nothing.

For a moment he was still, and then he gently let Judhas' finally rest on the pavement. As he let go Mahmud started to tremble, and a hand, the hand with his hairclips, went up to his own face and touched his lips.

What did he do?!

Another shaking hand reached out, paused, and then finally touched, pat the other's chest, feeling for anything... anything at all. Faint breathing. Without thinking about consequences, immediate or otherwise, Mahmud shoved his hairclips in his pants pocket, pulled the black coat off his back and quickly wrapped Judhas' head in it.

WHAT DID HE DO?!

Something disgustingly foreign was on his lips, the taste enough to freak him out. There was no time though. There was no time. No time at all.

"Please..."

What was he asking for? What could he ask... oh god. They saw... everything. Now both hands shot up to his face and covered his face. The smell. Foreign... blood. Mahmud's hands shot off his face but it was too late, he could feel it on his face. Judhas'...

"I'm sorry..."

Scrambling backwards proved to be futile; instead of getting up, in his panic he tripped over his own legs. Everything in view was changing before him, felt so much larger and unwieldy than he had felt it was before. Eyes wide, Mahmud snapped his head to look at all those trolls who witnessed the action. He couldn't go back to the justice system. He couldn't go through it again

"If he's lucky, you can get him... you can help... PLEASE."

Finally, Mahmud could feel how cold it was outside. Could it snow in Chittentown, it probably would have by now. Shivering (though from nerves or being cold, even he couldn't tell anymore), he finally struggled to his feet and cradled himself in his arms. Teal blood painted his hands, his face, now his arms, and it mixed with brown tears that couldn't stop coming. Had to get out of here. Had to leave. Now. NOW.

Without a further word, he turned on his heel and ran, ran as far as his legs could take him. Mind in a fog, only one thought could resonate. Only one thought could, because if he let the others come it'd be over. He'd break. Break, and not make it to safety before the sun came. There was only one place he could think of going... and even then, Mahmud didn't know exactly how he'd be received. Funny, how a scared boy in his own hell in the end ran back to the Underworld.

In the empty streets of Chittentown, a lone boy made his way to a different part of town. What should have been an easy journey felt the hardest in his life.

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