Bleeding The Doctor Cannot Stop [MADNESS CAPITAL]

Another spurt of blood. Another rasping noise, leaving its owner's throat. Its owner stopped, gasping for air. The man's arm had been cut clean off. His body flung itself into a circular arc at the sudden lack of feeling in it. His fingers latched onto the appendage, a shrieking fit possessing him as he wedged it back into place, extremely rough stitches appearing over and over and over again as he attempted to reattach it to his body. The worksmanship was incredibly sloppy; looking closer, his motor control in that hand was greatly reduced, and the only thing keeping it connected was his spiritual stitches. His body straightened itself back up, preparing to get back to charging, back to destroying…

…Khaack…

The creature's mouth opened, clawing at its chest. Clawing and clawing at it. More and more blood began to flow from its fingers, the hands moving up farther, and farther. Finally, it was at his throat, and at last grasping around his head. An unearthly scream departed from the Doctor's body, as suddenly he lost the ability to suspend himself in the air.

His body fell, down, down, down. He landed with a thud.

Something inside of him had gone wrong. He was changing, shifting. The bolt that stuck out of his head was being forced back inside. The stitches that covered his skin lost definition, and the scythe that hand landed with a tang next to his body suddenly jerked. It jerked, and jerked again, being dragged closer and closer to him through some metaphysical force.

"UAAAAAAAAAAAHHHGHAHHHAHHHHHHHH!!"

An echoing scream, a roar of sheer pain, tore itself from his throat. His eyes bulged in his head as his neck bent all the way back. His skull pressed into the dirt behind him as he gripped into his own head.

SLAM!

The nearby buildings cracked, shifted, their foundations crumbling. The Doctor's eyes were wide, but unseeing, his pupils darting and dancing in every direction imaginable. Over and over again, he slammed his head back into the ground.

SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!

The scythe reached the end of his body, and a flash of light consumed the pair of them. When the smoke cleared, the scythe was gone, and something was emerging from the Doctor's bare stomach. The white creature that had formed was coiling itself up his torso, his head shaking as he slammed it back against the ground once more.

And again.

And again.

And again.

Over and over again, he continued to crush his head into the ground. That unearthly scream tore through the space around his body, glass shattering, his voice beginning to lose definition as his vocal chords shredded and became swollen within his throat. At last, the coiling serpent that was holding him managed to reach his head…

"NRRAH, NHGAAAH! NAUGUAAAH!!!" The Doctor's hands wrapped around the creature's throat. The white serpent stared at him. It stared directly into his eyes.

That's right, little Rasuca. Someday, all of this will be yours. Someday, you'll understand what Hebi is. Someday, you'll understand why Papa has to go out and be away so often. Someday, you'll know why Sonny spends so much of his time with you.

Someday, my son, you'll understand it all.

His hands gripped, and squeezed. As he did so, the Doctor's entire body began to jerk, the serpent's coils tightening harder around him.

I can't… I'm so alone. I'm always alone. I'm always so alone… My father didn't care. He never cared. So alone…

Or I was. Until you. My wife… on that beach, on that day. You saw me for who I was, and we became one. In body and heart… we knew one another. You accepted me. No matter what form my madness took… you looked at what I was able to change in this world. And together we created the most valuable experiment that a man can…

You... everyone... ...I feel like I'm leaving you alone, now.

His fingers penetrated into the serpent's flesh. As they did so, the Doctor's own expression changed. Muscles distorted, shifting, as he screamed, tears appearing on the edge of his vision. He was being tortured. His entire body was going through so much pain. The very air around him began to shift, began to distort. The Madness Wavelength he gave of stuttered, growing violent, and then decreasing in tone again.

The family I built… my obligations are going to wind up taking me away from you. The ones I met, the ones I brought in… the ones I stood behind. The ones who made me smile. The satisfaction that I had, for so long.

I lost it. I lost control of my mind. I lost every bit of it.

There's nothing left.

At last, the fingers stopped piercing within the serpent's body. The creature moved slowly, still alive, wrapping itself around the cadaver that was losing its grip on life.

…Father. I get the feeling that I'll be joining you soon. My son… my friends. My home…

And you, wherever it is that you have gone…

His hands pulled themselves out of the creature. His right extended, gesturing out into space. The pain, the suffering… it had left his gaze, now. The roadside, the buildings… it was all disappearing.

…Where I go next…

I do not know.

[ Hebi, the Doctor, has left the thread.]