The Roz we know now is approximately 24 years old, but the Roz in this is around his early 20’s. Enjoy
‘THUD’
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“I’M DONE!! I CAN’T!!” Our young DJ screams at the top of his lungs, his voice cracking and echoing. He crashes through a single colored door, leaning against it with his shirt almost ripped to pieces, it dangles on his shoulder. He struggles to buckle his pants while walking, well, more like wobbling. Roz is covered in bruises and red claw marks, some old, some fresh. Crimson slowly blooms through his white linen shirt, dotting the material with stains that could not be washed away. “I’m LEAVING!!” He hiccups and tears prick up at the corners of his eyes.
Dedan, the Zone 1 Guardian, is only wearing pants so his built torso is exposed, he rampages out of bed and launches himself in Roz’s direction at the door. “NO YOU ARE FUCKING NOT! GET BACK HERE YOU FUCKING LIL BITCH!” Roz wheezed and used to cold wall to help him walk, his destroyed body pressed against it, he yelps in fear. His expression in pure horror as he could hear Dedan’s loud footsteps get closer. “S-STAY AWAY FROM ME!”
The Guardian marches closer and with his giant hand he grabs Roz’s arm and swings him around to face him. Roz’s gasp. “N-NO DEDAN STOP!” The massive creature’s sharp claws dig into the DJ’s shoulders, Roz cries out in pain, his breath hitches and he squirms, thrashing to get away. “I OWN YOU! YOU MOTHER FUCKING COCK SUCKER! YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT! YOU AINT GOIN NO WHERE!”
The warm blood flows down Roz’s body, smearing against the wall he is crushed up against. Quiet pats can be heard from the floor as the dark liquid carelessly falls from the elsen’s abused body.
“I–…I’LL TELL MY UNCLE!!”
Dedan laughs loudly. “AHAH! YOU THINK YOUR SO SPECIAL HUH? NO ONE WANTS YOU. NO ONE WILL EVER WANT YOU! THEY WILL TREAT YOU WORSE THEN I !!”
Roz began to cough wildly. “I….I can find someone better! I will be safe with my Uncle!”
The Guardian snorted. “SURE GO BE WITH ENOCH, BUT EVERYONE ELSE WILL LEAVE YOU!! LOVE IS A JOKE! ENOCH CAN PROTECT YOU FROM ME, BUT NO ONE WILL SAVE YOU FROM A DAMN HEARTBREAK YOU STUPID SLUT!!” Roz winced and his gut cringed, he was losing a lot of blood and his injurys began to throb, feeling as if they were glowing with a low heat. “L-LIAR!!” he whimpered. Hearing that word made the Guardian furious, he threw Roz to the ground as hard as he could and kicked the elsen in the stomach. “HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!!”
Roz spewed up blood from his mouth. It gushed red on the floor. The mixture of the coppery smelling liquid and saliva making his spit thick and sticky, it oozed over his now reddened lips. He coughed rapidly and could barely breathe, spattering bloodied mess onto his face. He had to remind himself to breath through his nose, his chest was heaving in and out.
Dedan watched over the pathetic looking Elsen before him for a moment. The mess covering his walls and floor just disgusting him even more as his fury grew. With a powerful kick he drove his bare foot into the DJ’s stomach again. The sharp force knocking all the air form the already gasping Elsen. Roz’s breathing was crackly and wet, you could hear him trying to gasp through the gathering blood in his mouth and after he couldn’t take in any more air the excess blood violently retched itself out. He mewled, howling at the pain and the torture he’d endured. Tears staining his features and mucus running from his nose. Dedan still looked on, and with a frustrated grunt kicked the sniveling mess in front of him again. And again, until he couldn’t hear any more pitiful whimpering from the beaten body laid at his feet.
Roz passed out. He ordered a few elsen over. “CLEAN HIM! CLEAN THIS FUCKING MESS! ONCE YOUR DONE BRING BACK TO MY ROOM. YOU GOT THAT?!” The terrified elsen nodded quickly and dragged away Roz’s limp body.
This continued for another year before his Uncle Enoch found out and brought Roz back to Zone 3. Enoch was quite upset with Dedan and told him to stay away from his nephew, or else.
