"Ahhhhh!!" a scream was heard within a radius of only 2 meters. It was so low and fragile, yet it pulled a message from the depth that it was a loud groan from severe pain. Rashin couldn't scream for too long till his arm fell silently.
His veins were on the verge of exploding, sending unimaginable pain coursing through his whole body.
This time, not only did he spit so much blood due to interior injuries but also his nose worked as a waterfall made from blood, his eyes turned into two crimson gyms that cried out so much blood that escaped from the narrow opening in his pupils.
He was in the worst state ever since he got chained by the curse of the fallen corpse.
Despite all of that pain which crushed him like a mountain and all of that blood that he spilled and rushed out of his body out of massive pressure, Rashin hasn't died yet!
'How? Ugh! How? shit! I can't think!' He groaned from the severe pain that stabbed him in an unexpected way. It also restrained his mind which was already corrupted, causing his thinking abilities to be torn apart.
Only one thing or one thought that still defends his subconscious domain from severe corruption caused by that punch which didn't kill him.
'I have to. I have to punch one more time!' like he could yet he was right. He needs that one punch or rather that one death to end all of this misery he fell in unintended.
He never thought that this would happen and the most vital thing is that he has no power to solve the mystery of one simple question. Why? Why did that happen in the first place? Even this question won't pop into his head while he is still in that bloody state.
He tried powerlessly to raise his hand. More blood came out from his paled face, struggling to even lift his arm to deliver that one punch that would eventually end all of this suffering.
'Shit! Shit! I can't...' he tried and tried for a whole minute that he felt like hundreds of them had passed. Unfortunately, he stopped trying and surrendered to the amount of pain that was served for him on a golden plate.
This time and without a doubt, the curse of the fallen corpse showed its true devastation on Rashin, devouring every vein and forcing his blood to rush out of its domain. As for the veins, they are on the verge of causing a nuclear bomb out of immense pressure.
Rashin had nothing to do to stop all of this. He was so helpless like a real fallen corpse would be. All he could do was stay and endure as much as he could while his precious blood still flowing. This is the only way to get himself killed. Blood...till death!
'Let it be...' He didn't smile. He didn't smirk. Like he could. He waited and waited. Every second feels like a whole minute, each minute feels like a whole hour. He felt as if he was really chained now with nothing he could do to overcome this devastation.
Powerless! Rashin waited, waited, waited. 1 minute, 2 minutes, 5 minutes, 15 minutes, half an hour, an hour. And still, he was waiting for the moment of his death.
He waited for eternity. He is now 3 hours after he became in that state and yet it was still going and not stopping he had hope at first that the next second he would drop dead. How ironic.
"khaaahaaa." he was still bleeding, coughing, and groaning because of all of that pain, for 3 hours continuously, he was not dead yet.
Suddenly, something unusual happened and the fallen corpse heard it. The sound came from below and seemed like the door had opened. Rashin heard it as the wooden door was too old and opening it would cause that rattle which is fortunately well heard.
'Ah Shit!' He immediately cursed and suspected that he was the one who won the fight of yesterday, and he was here to... whatever he wanted to do but he felt darkness in the way he opened the door with.
'This... is bad. What should I do?!' his situation was in no place to help him think of a solution, but .. once his corrupted mind felt that Rashin was really in danger, A superstar rushed and coursed through his veins.
Adrenaline! And not only him... it was with his advanced version, the so-called... Noradrenaline!
Rashin knew for sure that whoever got into his wooden house intended for so many things and one of them was to kill him.
Silent: "Wait! It's not even a problem, Rashin killed himself so many times before. He even considered himself a death maniac!"
Although Rashin surely killed himself and also feasted on his flesh, he couldn't help but feel uneasy about being killed by someone else. His nerves screamed and his mind raged. How will this new disaster end?
Feeling surges of the adrenaline and its advanced brother, Rashin was fired from the inside. Despite his bloody, miserable state, his nerves felt like they were prepared for a war!
'I have to... I have to defend myself! For how many hours I will sit still and do nothing. Destroy yourself while defending. I got this! Get up! Rashin!'
Step! Step! Step! Step!
Rashin heard the intruder's footsteps, and he was at that moment ascending the staircase. There was no time left.
'Get up... get up... GET UP!' with all of his fragile body's power he could muster, boosted with the adrenaline and noradrenaline, Rashin was trying with all of his might to... get off his bed!
He started with his head which he successfully managed to lift a bit off the pelow.
"Khaaaaahaaa!" Streams of blood rushed out of his mouth and also his nose at such a high speed. But he wasn't on his feet yet.
'NEVER! I WILL NEVER LET THAT MERE PAIN STOP ME!' He then pulled both of his elbows towards his torso on the sides and used them as supporters to hold his body as he kept ascending his body off his bed.
His face tensed as hell, gritting his teeth with a huge force that could crack at any time.
Step! Step! Step!
'Come on... RASHIN!'
Hold!
'COME... ON! GET THE HELL UP! FALLEN CORPSE!'
watching the door slowly open in front of him, Rashin increased his power more and more, hoping that he would get up in time. But... the exact opposite happened.
EXPLOSION!
Ding!