#algamoth

Maybe it's for the best. He wasn't going to become anything anyways, he doesn't think anyone even realized he was missing these past three days.

He's just glad it's over. And if he dies he hopes it's before those bastards get down here to drag it out. If they're coming at all, even they probably didn't care where he wound up.

Just as he goes to close his eyes and surrender to the darkness he catches a glimpse of a black and red cloud darting out the window and dropping to the ground under the dumpster next to him, hiding from the rain. He can't even turn his head to look at it, but he knows who it is. A voice like a growl echoing from the depths of a chasm prods its way into his mind.

“You saved me, human.”

He chokes for a moment, trying to laugh but the pain and his current lung capacity not allowing for it.

“Why would you do that?”

“Wh-why wouldn't I?” He manages to cough out.

“You don't know anything about me, or even what I am.”

“Far as I could tell you were a creature in pain and held against your will,” he coughs again and closes his eyes, “couldn't stand by and do nothing.”

The shadow is quiet for a moment and without being able to move his head to look, he's not sure if it's even still there or if it left. Finally it speaks in his mind again, low and gentle.

“I can save you.”

His voice is just as quiet when he whispers in response, “what if I don't want to be saved?”

The creature hums in his mind. “What if I gave you a reason to be saved? What if I could make you more than you are?”

He mulled it over. He was already nothing, anything would be an improvement in his life. But it wasn't worth it. He wasn't worth it.

“N-no.”

“You are kind. You are worth it.”

The creature almost seemed to read his mind-

“It's cause I am.”

He choked again at that, his breath faltering as he gagged on something at the back of his throat. He couldn't dislodge it and breathing became even more of a chore.

“I can save you.”

His chest tightened and his lungs burned for oxygen.

“_I can save you, just give me permission. Just think _yes.”

He couldn't breath, the last bubble of air escaping with a mouthful of blood. As much as he told himself he didn't deserve to live, he didn't want to die, oh god he didn't want to die please just save me do whatever you need to do I just don't want to die-

He couldn't remember opening his eyes, but as he felt his chest stop seizing, his lungs giving up on drawing in air, he saw the black and red cloud, the creature he had saved in that shitty little apartment, come flying out from under the dumpster, casting a shadow over his vision before forcing itself down his throat. His vision dimmed further and he could feel himself slipping away. He was certain it wasn't going to make it in time.

He heard that voice in his mind again.

Sleep, Trevor. And I will take it from here.

His last thought before he lost his grip on life was that he had made a big mistake.

Algamoth felt Trevor slip unconscious finally, leaving him to get settled in the human's body. It had been so long since he'd had a human host and it was going to take some getting used to, that was quite certain.

As he connected himself to Trevor's nervous system he was hit by an overwhelming amount of pain. Not a single nerve returned a positive signal, every one of them alerting him of pain and damage to their body.

He was tempted to cherish it. He hadn't felt pain like this for centuries. His amorphous form only felt pain from very specific sources and until recently he hadn't felt it very often, if at all. This was different though, this was nearly tangible and if he stretched or curled certain muscles he could make the pain even worse. A dull throb from broken fingers turned sharp as he makes a fist, a searing heat from the entire chest region as the muscles strung taught over the bones of the ribcage. The ribcage that was meant to protect the heart and lungs, now resting still within him.

It had only been a matter of seconds but he knew he needed to fix that fast. He restarted them and then moved outwards, mending cracked ribs and broken skin along the torso, setting the shoulder back in its socket and then setting bones in the legs and fingers. Bruises and scratches littering his face and arms faded away along with the last of the pain and Algamoth sighed with Trevor's lungs. Their lungs.

He opened their brown eyes and sat up, spitting out the last of the blood that had pooled in the back of their throat. He felt a little lightheaded before he noticed the puddle of blood that had mixed with the rain water around them. Right. Blood loss. Unfortunately that was something he couldn't immediately deal with. He could speed up the process, but conjuring new blood out of thin air was beyond his capabilities.

He pushed off the ground, getting long gangly legs under him as he stood before leaning on the dumpster. He damn near saw stars twirling around his head as his vision tilted.

“I am so not used to this,” he muttered to himself. He turned his attention inwards, reaching for Trevor in their mind as he stumbled towards the mouth of the alley. The humans conscious remained asleep, barely reacting as Algamoth brushed against it.

Quiet thoughts pop into his head unbidden, as though they aren't his own but it doesn't sound like the strong growling voice of Algamoth.

Weak. Shackles. Powerless.

“Al?”

Here…

Trevor inhaled to speak again and choked on the blood that gathered too quickly. He was reminded of the night he met his demon, the injuries he sustained that night that Algamoth had healed apparently effortlessly. If Algamoth couldn't even speak in their head properly, there was no way he was going to be able to heal their body. Not in their current situation.

Trevor tipped his head back to get a look at the shackles restraining him. They were shiny and heavy, nearly an inch thick of pure silver it appeared. Spiraling glyphs etched the face of them, a faint blue glow emanating from them.

“Silver? Or spells?” Trevor asked aloud. A sudden spasm shook him from fingertips to toes, rattling to his core as he realized he was freezing.

All. Silver. Spells. Cold.

Trevor hung his head, clenching his teeth together and his eyes shut in frustration. Without Algamoth he was useless, how was he supposed to get out of this?

The door in front of him banged open, bouncing off the bare cement wall. The woman that stalked in looked bored until she realized he was awake and glaring at her.

“Aw, our little host here is awake finally!” She turned her head towards the door and raised her voice in a sing song call, “Allison! He's awa~ake!”

“Remy, be a dear and get him started for me, will you?” Another voice called back.

“With pleasure,” the woman said with a wicked grin. She grabbed a thick coil of tubing with a mean looking needle on the end of it, attached it to a bag hanging from a short IV stand and stepped close to Trevor. She turned the needle this way and that, letting the light glint off of it. “I've heard you talking to that demon inside you. You sound like you've grown attached to it.”

She shoved Trevor hard in the chest, causing him to swing from the chain of the shackles and scramble against the floor with his toes, trying to stop the movement.

“Don't worry though, we'll fix that.” She said, tangling her fingers in the thick hair on top and pulling his head back to expose his throat. Before he could even exclaim the needle was sinking into his neck.

She gave him another shove as she let his head flop down again. He winced, feeling the foreign metal object invading his skin and piercing muscles. The pain from everything was overbearing, from the weight on his wrists and shoulders, the ache of his chest and now the essentially impalement of his throat, it was too much and his vision started going black.