zac fox | district eight | fin

zac fox

As the sun sets to reveal another nightmare, there is no cries of joy; no whispers of happiness. Testing the boundaries of my nightmares, the horrifying hand of being alone with no rising body to stay with him without the possibility of his heartbeat to rush at the thought of not knowing if trust was in his grasp to find that the empty air that is only filled with his breaths and not two. The hands that should be grasped and entangled with the only one you trust spray around him as he attempts to find something to hold onto that can't let go and watch him fall into oblivion without a second wish. His body is sweating, shaking in fear of who the hell is there to stay with him.

Dancing with the night terrors of death he would not know what to do; as for where is his lover? Where is the person that is the needle and thread between himself and sanity where the thread is near broken where the stitches are ripped apart and all the damage fixed will be found as useless. Wrapping his fingers around something; he has no clue what it is he would find relief of that he has something to hold onto throughout the night of horrifying treasures that can only be compared to the devil's work.

Before words can escape his lips to cry out to something- someone to rescue him from the capturing and being sent into those spiraling nightmares that came as sleep invaded his mind; being surrounded by the void of darkness where only god knows will have in store for the nightmares that have driven him into being scared of the world, scared for what the others may do to him because how the hell can he trust any breathing body without being horrified.

Things that cannot be described are filling these nightmares, they're too horrifying that he doesn't want to describe them throughout the terrors he has faced throughout the night.

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He wakes up to find his hand entangled with the male he had grown to know so well, his lover- the only person that kept him sane throughout all those days that was claimed with the name Blaize, causing the screech that had almost erupted from his mouth to immediately go back down as he had someone to hold onto, someone that he knew that would keep him safe throughout all his days of sanity. The hand had been familiar after what seemed like a lifetime of holding it. Ever since a tender age where he didn't have to worry about those dreams attacking him and eating away his sanity he had been familiar with the hand of this male. They were friends that were inseparable.

As a child and growing up he's always been told to have nice manners, that they're important to giving someone a good image of your being. This is what he's done and as a child up into the early teenage years; he always believed in the fact that most people are kind and the world is perfect, that if he were in fact to be who he thought he was that there wouldn't be anything that happened to him, that he would be enveloped by society and he'd be treated as an equal where nobody would care about him and his own being.

He had been wronged his entire life, as the moment he did it all came crashing down from the first knife that was thrown at his forehead. The knife being an arrow saying that he should have never turned the direction that he had decided to turn. Zac's world came crumbling down from the single words of confession where only one person arose to keep him safe to later become the only person he'd dare hold. Zac is not one for a game of trust, he is one for a game of forgetting the past and trying to fix his broken decisions.

Though all the broken shards have been reduced to pieces, unable to be fixed like his happiness; only to be found when he has his hand entangled with Blaize's, never to be removed from it.  Blaize is the only one that keeps his sanity, the one that keeps him crawling inside the universe of being sane. He is the one and only friend that keeps him alive and beating, the only one that keeps his heart rate steady and makes him happy in this world. Blaize is the superhero in the story of Zac Fox.

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His small figure cringes from everyone that walk up to him, his mind always on alert for the horror of if that monster will claim him during the day and that day will be the last day he'll see the world around him. The horrifying thought of his breathes counting down the ones he has left to reach a number that will not refill itself easily; zero. 5'4" is a very small height for his age and he knows this; making him even more scared of the entire world around him with goosebumps covering his arms most of the time. The male weighs 137, having the struggle of not even wanting to escape his room and only having his lover retrieve the food from the kitchen to eat.

Green eyes and brown hair can be found on his face, his hair grown out to where he normally doesn't let it fall into his vision but he will let it easily due to the fact that he doesn't want to see anyone in the way he is. Zac spends most of the time in his bedroom, locking himself away from the horrors that pour inside of his brain. He has pale skin and big, round ears that can easily be seen attached to his head. Though, despite this he's too busy with the devil's work screaming inside his ears to notice anything else.