An Exclusive Pain [Basilisk Fang Only]

"Gyaaaaah!!!"

In the infirmary of the Basilisk Fang fort rested a small, pale boy with raven black locks and crimson eyes. But he wasn't as cute during this time of day. His eyes were bloodshot from all the constant sobbing, and the corners of his mouth and lips were also red and irritated from how much screaming he did, never seeming to close his mouth. The irises in his bloodshot eyes were tiny and trembling, unable to close them to the dreadful pain that consumed him. And what was this pain? His left arm had been completely engulfed in magenta flames, burning away the limb while he was completely conscious. He felt the layers of skin burn off until they looked nothing like charcoal-black. Nearly a third of the upper part of the bed was covered in dried blood from the arm, but the sheets never burned. It was exclusive to his body only.

It had actually been three or so hours after the flames ignited and he was carried all the way back over to the fort by Famine, and left to his lonesome while they supposedly searched for medication or treatment. Or at least Sol. It had been a few hours now so they could be back any minute, but every minute was terribly long for the innocent Ahote, as every minute, he felt part of his arm melt away in the most excruciating pain. He felt the most sensitive layer of skin slowly, slowly be torn away from the unstoppable force. He couldn't sleep, he couldn't eat, he could only scream and cry.

More blood slowly gushed from the pours in his disgusting skin of the arm, only reddening the bed up again. He was covered in bruises and scrapes and scratches from the harsh training he had gotten from Sol, as he also triggered his magic. But his magic... was a deadly force to himself and others, the proof being his arm. The flame never spread, but never ceased. He was alone inside the infirmary.

Ahote laid on his back and never laid any other way, and only stared at the dirty ceiling of the infirmary. Last time he woke up in here, he was malnourished and starving, along with being dehydrated after getting lost in the East Forest of Magnolia Town, and found by Famine, his foster Mother. Of course, his real Mother, Kanix, was back in Magnolia Town. And he addressed her as "Mommy", as he addressed Famine as "Mama". He had many other family figures in this fort as well. Jade being like his Big Sister, and Sol claiming to be his Father. It was all very confusing, but he accepted them as his second family. They treated him kindly and practically spoiled him with attention. But this.. he had never experienced anything like this.

His strained, frozen eyes slowly made their way over to his arm to look at the horrific sight. He saw a completely muscle-red arm with black skin here and there, the first two layers of his skin had already melted off, flakes of it covered his body and the bed. His fingernails slowly began to char, and he felt every smaller set of nerves in his outer layers of skin begin to melt. And it was when the flames began to tear at those set of nerves that a pain more excruciating than the last had arose. He wanted his Mother. He didn't know know which one he wanted. The people who came to mind was Kanix and Famine, but Famine was the one who needed to be here the most. He sobbed again, feeling the heat of his own flame making him sweat.

"MAMA!! Mama! Mama!!" He screamed and gasped, only to cry out for help again, "I'm sorry!! Someone make it stop!! PLEASE!!! BIG SIS, FATHER!! GYAAAAAAH!!" He kicked and screamed, but only six more days to go.

I JUST WANT TO SEE THEM. I WANT TO BE OKAY.