Chapter 43: [XLII] — Core Awakening
The red crimson warmed my cold fingers, shivering from the pain and fear.
His knees succumbed to the ground with an impact.
Holding himself by the throat, he tried to block the overflowing blood from leaving his arteries.
But it was, like a broken hydrant, sparkling, covering the dark room like a red rain.
His dark, emerald eyes, the light in them disappeared. The tanned face of his lost its color in an instant. The life was sucked out of this human, like if he wasn't alive just seconds ago.
"V-Vvv… -ick…" — The man tried to spurt out something, yet only blood came out of his mouth.
He desperately glared with his beautiful eyes, scared of death, into her, the reaper.
And she stood straight above him, with a gun pointing at his head, as if one shot wasn't enough to finish him off.
"I've actually planned sacrificing you since long ago. Your knowledge is simply… too magnificent to let only you use it. Why not share this gift with the others? To improve the world I've been working on… To ease the suffering…" — The woman with long, blonde hair turned her head up, and glared into the dark ceiling, as if imagining the light of the heavens shining brightly down on her face.
But there was only darkness, so she bowed her head down, with eyes closed, and crouched down to his already lying body.
Striking his curly, brown hair with her slim finger, she unexpectedly grabbed a whole bunch of locks in a furious grasp, and pulled them fiercefully.
"You think I didn't have the knowledge of your plot? To simply dispose of me, the only one and true founder of the idea? The one that God bestowed down to me himself? Just because I'm a woman… Not important and influential in the common society… A forgotten asset of the authorities…" — Tears have fallen from her squinted eyes, a face with rage written all over it. — "You all wanted to take credit for the perfect world that was an idea of mine? All the tears and blood spilled, the pain I had to go through for all of this to happen, for all of those that will finally live righteously in this legacy…
My legacy…"
She shouted at him, shaking madly. Every word of her was filled with despair and despite. The golden locks of her soaked with the blood that came out of this man's body.
Who knows if he heard her entire speech. He was lying there with his face down to the floor.
The moment of his death was imperceptible.
The blonde-haired woman yelled in desperation, grasping the head of the man, with tears flooding off her face.
But she stopped as quickly as I moved my hand in the puddle of blood.
And then, only silence remained.
I was lying there this whole time, unable to move, paralyzed from the shock.
Not even a thought of interfering into this situation has occurred through my mind, as if another whole part of my consciousness was turned off…
Why didn't I help this man?
The scene happening before me…
Why was I even here?
Since when was it a part of my life?
Who were those people anyways?
I couldn't tell the difference between the truth and the lies. Dream and reality have melted with each other. Since when…
"Ah, I've almost forgotten you're here. How pathetic. You've seen me in this state… A future leader can't be so fragile like this…" — She collected her emotions unusually fast, swiping the tears off her face. — "I have around 5 minutes left… The quicker, the better. We cannot let the brain die."
She stood up, and stared at me from above. The gun she was holding previously, it was now pointed straight into my heart.
"Help me take his body, or else you'll just become a meaningless sacrifice." — Her cold words were in no part similar to her tone from before.
We stared at each other intensely, each of us had their own terror inside of the glare, eyes terrified, yet trying to erase the fear from their heart.
Then, it all was interrupted by a loud siren noise. It echoed through the walls, like a wailing of a rampaging monster.
Her eyes immediately became wider, as the lower lip dropped.
"Ben…" — Her face twisted in the most hateful expression I've ever seen someone make.
Then, a landing impact could be felt on my stomach, making it rumble with a loud, dull noise.
"Fucking STAND UP right now, or I'll KILL YOU!" — She touched my forehead with the cold tip of the revolver.
Her dreadful voice, and the burning fire of her irises, made my faded senses awake slightly.
I'm not here to die. I can't die.
I won't let myself die.
I supported myself against the wet floor with wobbling hands, gritting my teeth and trying to get up.
The woman pulled me up by the collar, and I could regain my sense of balance on the legs.
Her height, it was the same as mine. Our eyes met on the same level. The piercing stare lasted a second, but it seemed as if it was ages.
The beaming cold from her diamond, blue eyes. Sorrowful eyes.
But she didn't glare at me anymore, she didn't have time. Still holding the gun at my face, she grabbed his body by one of the arms.
"Grab the legs, and follow me. Do something else, and you won't see this world again."
I nodded anxiously, attempting to grab this man's heavy limbs. She let the gun down, and took him by his both arms.
Lifting him up from the puddle of crimson liquid, she quickly pulled his body into a dark corridor, with me obediently going after her.
I could feel the soaked shoes of mine squelch under me, as the pain in my feet grew significantly. My hands ached as I touched the harsh fabrics of his trousers. Everything around was just darkness, wailing of the sirens, and the terror that transformed into a feeling incorporated into one's heart forever.
I didn't even consider disobeying this woman. The one goal in my mind that led me further was simple — not to die. She would pierce me with a bullet in seconds.
Even if I decided to drop this man suddenly, and attack her… Me resulting in dying would make her process harder… Would she deliver the body of this man on time? Would her plan succeed then?
Would any of this change my life?
But why exactly did I want to live…
…What was my purpose anyways?
When I try to remember, what was I doing before this…
…
A beam of light suddenly hit my sore from crying eyes. What I saw next, I will never forget this sight.
My heart started beating faster, and faster. Pacing like a working machine, pounding like the steps of people marching.
The light, spacious room dozens of meters wide and tall, it appeared somehow similar to what I've seen before…
In the center of the room, dominating over a dark crevice, were eight huge different chambers, all filled with strange, blue bubbling liquids. The pulsing veins of unknown source were entangling them, all connected to one, main source in the center of all. A grand, black chamber with an ominous gloom emanating from it.
Surrounding the deep dark, a line of control panels were placed all over the floor, with mysterious people walking around in white suits. They were moving around nervously, operating and switching many devices, as if the sirens were catalyzing the anxiety of theirs.
When they noticed us enter, the loud chatter silenced. All of their faces turned blank, when seeing the man we were holding.
But there was one particular man, which emerged from the statues of frozen ones.
He came up slowly, supporting himself against the panels, as if he was about to collapse. The man was the palest among all, with his long white hair and bright eyes glaring into the corpse we've brought in intensively.
"Seb… Sebastian…" — He covered his mouth in disbelief.
"Take his brain out and reinforce the core right now." — The woman let the corpse's arms go, and his upper body hit the floor with an impact.
But the white-haired man didn't move an inch, with the white of his eyes becoming even worse.
"This. Is. An. Order." — She marched up to him, their faces being barely apart.
But despite her threatening presence, the white-haired still didn't react.
Out of nowhere, the woman slapped this man in the face with an impaling force.
A red mark appeared on his white skin, as the woman furiously screamed around:
"YOU DARE TO OPPOSE ME? ME?! THE ONE WHO UNITED YOU ALL HERE?!" — She ran between the panels, looking at everyone's faces. — "You are all criminals! So, why are you looking at me with such disgusted and terrified faces?! Was he different from all those that were killed? Is he any different from YOU then?"
She reached out the gun again, and started spinning around, pointing with it at random people.
"Should I be equal with killing YOU too?!"
The ones in white suits screamed, running off in panic, as she wreaked havoc around.
Bullet after bullet was shot, being jammed by the siren's noise. The sounds of buzzing when hitting the control panels, the glass being shattered around. The bullets were flying in the air like lighting bolts.
Yet, all of them missed. In seconds, all of the staff left the control room, and the only one left was the white-haired man, the unstable blonde-haired woman, the lying corpse of a man, and me.
The woman exhaled loudly, with her head bowing to the ground. The dark, tight dress she was wearing, it shined in the flickering light of the blue chambers. Her sleek, golden locks hanged above the cold ground. She appeared to be the impersonation of sin itself. So tempting, elegant on the surface, yet inside, broken and suffocating.
"I… I… If no one wants to help with the great plan…
…I shall be the only one who completes it."
Her head lifted upwards, yet again, no heavenly enlightenment fell on her face.
Her wavy hair dropped down, with her hand reaching to an axe from behind a broken safety glass.
Grasping its handle firmly, she turned around, towards me, and swiftly marched towards.
I only saw her gorgeous hair bounce in the air, swaying with blue hue, as the silver blade of the metal shined before my eyes.
"VICTORIA, NO!" — The pale man, who was the only one left, yelled, trying to run and catch the woman's arms, stopping her from what she was about to do.
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