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TechnoScrabble
Red Zone
It was bleeding. It knew that much.
The rest?
The rest had been blurred together, mixed and cut and blended into an ugly, incomprehensible mush like so much Play-Dough.
What was it even? Was it a thing? A person? A he? A she?
It held its hands up in front of its face. Soft. Fleshy. Pale as a peach. Covered in cuts. Five digits arranged in a perfect ratio-GOLDEN MEAN-each tipped with a small, hard plate. Human?
Human.
It looked down.
Male human.
Nude.
He pulled himself up from the corner he was cowering-SO AFRAID-in and looked about. He was so small, so frail. Probably underfed, from the look and feel of it.
So many cuts...so much blood-WE NEED A TRANSFUSION, NOW-how could he bleed so much and still stand?
Simple.
He couldn't.
The little boy took three steps out of the alleyway and collapsed, frightened, pained, weeping.