His hands fist into the paper in front of him, tearing pale sickles into the wavering teddy bear faces. He pulls away with crinkling handfuls in either hand, braces his back against the opposite wall of their horrific, cramped, packaged alleyway.
They're never fucking getting out of here. They're trapped. They're trapped.
Rush's tenuous, paroxysmal terror contracts into the prolonged blink, the hush of tense breath, and
detonates.
He hurls himself at the wall with its splotches of torn paper, hammers at it with both fists, slams his fragile, shaking body into it. It doesn't matter if it's fucking solid, it feels like glass, it holds and will not give beneath his hands just like fucking glass, he can practically feel the slimy sensation of water traveling in runnels down his neck and in his clenched hands even if it's sweat it feels like water he cannot bear the water he cannot operate like this. The air is hot and tight, the wall won't fucking budge even as Rush pummels at it with his condensed, frenetic energy. Get them out. Get them the fuck out. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. No. No, they're trapped. Fuck. Help.
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They're never fucking getting out of here. They're trapped. They're trapped.
Rush's tenuous, paroxysmal terror contracts into the prolonged blink, the hush of tense breath, and
detonates.
He hurls himself at the wall with its splotches of torn paper, hammers at it with both fists, slams his fragile, shaking body into it. It doesn't matter if it's fucking solid, it feels like glass, it holds and will not give beneath his hands just like fucking glass, he can practically feel the slimy sensation of water traveling in runnels down his neck and in his clenched hands even if it's sweat it feels like water he cannot bear the water he cannot operate like this. The air is hot and tight, the wall won't fucking budge even as Rush pummels at it with his condensed, frenetic energy. Get them out. Get them the fuck out. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. No. No, they're trapped. Fuck. Help.