CHAPTER 112: THAT CHILLY FEELING.

A DARK ROOM.

A figure sat on the bare ground, his head facing the ground but the loud panting and groans from him could be heard and were so loud that they covered the whole room.

He was breathing so heavily as he slowly raised his head up, bone cracking sounds could be heard as his head raised and when it was finally up, a pair of totally blazing red eyes that seemed like hell itself could be seen.

And in those eyes, laid extreme pain, anguish and above all, hate.

The figure murmured inaudible words as his head turned from side to side, the hands and body trembling and when he finally couldn't contain the pain he seemed to be feeling anymore, it gave a loud, raging growl as his scaly hands flew to his head.

" Go away. G...go away, l...let go." Came the mumbles as it slowly tried to get up but fell before he could.

" No....no." he was growling like he was trying to control whatever was happening with him but when he seemed to have surrended and couldn't keep up with whatever it was