In My Blood

Quentin managed to sit there after being thrown a small cell that could barely hold someone of his size. All he was able to do was sit upright for now. Standing would be awkward and he would hit his head. Q was not that tall and for his height, this was making his anxiety peak. Torture came once again. Once again he was hurt. A large gash on his side of his stomach was apparent from this. Holding his lower abdomen as the creature went to chain him up again. A single shackle on his foot. Xavier had enough of being tormented and abused by these beings. His side was to the bars of the prison cell as he used it to help keep himself straight.

Mumbling it but it was loud enough to make the demon freeze in place as it was dragging the chain over. Its eyes narrowed down looking at the magician as Quentin stood straight despite the agonizing pain he was in and bumping his head hard on the ceiling of the cage. If looks could kill the creature would have dropped dead on the floor instantly. Glaring, he decided to return at least some of the pain it inflicted on him. Q shouted in welsh. Break the calves.

In that instance, the back of the monster calves spilt, broken as it was forced down silently due to the freezing spell. The mutant made a face as he went to leave the cell. Not even glancing back, he went limping down the hall that led to an entrance of the corridor. Two demons stood there, unaware of Quentin’s escape. A simple word was whispered.

One moment Quentin was there, the next he wasn’t. He had used an invisible spell so he could sneak quietly past the two guards. Which he did successfully despite a rock being kicked by his feet. For a spilt second, the mutant thought he was going to be found... Still, he did not know where he was going or how to get out of the realm. Knowing he needed to use another spell to direct him, he ducked into a hallowed-out room that had no one inside. Quickly he thought of what to use: Show me the way.

In his mind, he had a clear way out now- which was lit up through his mind's eye- but this involved crawling through a tunnel full of fecal matter in order to get to a point he could use a portal spell to get home. This was something he would not be boasting about. Making a twisted face at the thought, a low whisper and the word 𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘤é𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢 spoken once more. Quentin went to head to the hall that would lead him to the passageway. He managed to get there limping painfully as quickly as he could. More than once he glanced back to see if anyone caught his scent. Nothing so far. Approaching the dark tunnel he heard a low moaning sound of someone or many persons being tormented. His stomach twisted as the tunnel opened up to him as he stepped forward.

The passageway was full of bodies.

People.

Trying to get out of the walls.

They were stuck there.

For all of time.

Bile rose up in Quentin’s throat as he pressed forward. He tried to focus to keep up the spell. Knowing if he wasn’t able to, this very well might be it for him.

The tunnel got smaller. Forcing him to crotch down uncomfortably. Soon he would have to crawl. Which would be more than excruciating due to the injury he was nursing. He inched his way keeping up the spell for as long as possible.

Now he was on his knees, refusing to crawl. The spell now couldn’t work anymore as his mind was on his surroundings. It got loud as soon as the souls spotted him. The wailing deafening in his ears. The feeling of making his way through the souls was making him want to scream internally, never mind the muck that was on the floor. His pants were soaked in the grim.

Still, he kept pushed on. Quentin was crawling as he was getting grabbed by the hands of the deceased. Using his upper body, he kept his face straight ahead on the way out. Slowly but surely he got there, even when all he wanted to do was yell out in terror. This surely would haunt his dreams. As if he did not have enough stalking him in the nighttime hours. Pulling himself out of the tunnel of the deceased head first, he hit the floor which knocked the wind out of him. Breathing and grimacing in a large amount of pain- Q managed to get to his feet, holding his side. Through all the exertion, it caused his gash to reopen, so now he was actively bleeding.

Xavier knew he needed to hurry to recite the spell, so he wasted no time. Clearing his mind despite everything. He spoke the words in a trembling voice: Open the passageway back to my heart. Bring me home.