It had been only moments after he watched his friend die infront of him before he was dragged backstage. Urak’s hired crew of aliens crowding around him to get him ready to perform on stage again. His makeup wet from the rain was hardly wiped from his face, his face cleaned free of tears and sick, his limbs being manhandled out of his soaking outfit and into an even more utterly confining one.
“And how many times have i told you to STICK. TO. THE. CHOREOGRAPHY.”
Urak growls, grabbing Tills face harshly to look up at him after the crew had left. Tills fingers twitch, fear glazed in his eyes as he peers into the dark hood of his Guardian
Till wishes the ground would swallow him whole, did he really deserve to end up in this shitty place? Watching his friends die, being forced to perform only hours later, knowing you may not come back.
“Yes…yes sir…”
Till replys obediently, his gaze trained anywhere but Uraks glaring eyes, he felt like being sick again.
Urak continues to yell in his face for a few minutes before storming out and slamming the door.
Tills shaking fingers curl around his torso, the black tank top he was wearing clinging to his damp body like a second skin. He was so drained…he just wanted it all to end.
Without even thinking Till stands up, walking towards the exit, and bolting out of it without looking back.
He didn’t care where he was going, anywhere but the stage. He wheezes and stops in an empty hallway, or what he thought was empty at first. It was lined with glass panes looking into white rooms, there were beds in every one as well as children’s toys.
Tills eyes furrowed, he had seen things like this before, it was part of Uraks business to sell more ‘Pets’ due to Till success on the stage.
He walks around, glancing in all the rooms, every one empty, expect one. He peers in, and his heart twists into knots.
A small kid, gazing up at him, Till has to bite his lip to stop himself from sobbing. they looked so much like her…