"Where is she?"
"As I previously stated, I don't know—we don't know" Iverson winced, slowly opened his eyes, and saw his friend, who had an annoyed look on his face, in the same position he had been in when he awoke.
In front of Hellion is a tall man in black military clothes. He shifted his gaze and scanned the area. He saw another two men searching the unit.
"You're awake," he said to the man who had been questioning Hellion earlier. The scar across his face that slants from the left side of his forehead to his right mandible instantly caught his attention. It was a clean cut. Iverson realized that he was staring for too long at the man's scar when he put on the white mask in his hand.
"Where is Levana?" the man asks, the purple eyes of the man catching his attention once again and losing it in his eyes. Purple eyes. In their world, purple eyes don't exist for mere mortals and are usually seen in witches and wizards.
The man groaned, "You're staring at him too much, Iverson." He heard Hellion's voice that burst into laughter, and that pulled him back again to reality.
The other two men that were searching the area earlier suddenly came into position, wielding their swords at us. Hellion is still laughing, oblivious to his surroundings. The man with a mask raised his hand, giving order to the men to put down their swords.
Iverson tells the man, "We don't really know the whereabouts of Levana, we just came up here," Iverson tells the man, and just so when Hellion stops himself from laughing,
"Yeah, and we don't know her. We just came up here to take refuge. We have a wounded friend," Hellion continued.
The man stares at the sleeping Caelum before shifting his gaze to Iverson. "When she gets back, tell her to contact me." Hellion and Iverson were flabbergasted by what the man said.
"Didn't you come here to kill that witch, Levana?" Hellion asked, eyebrows narrowing. The man ignored him and walked away.
"You are?" Iverson managed to ask the man. "It—"
In a moment, everything happened too fast. They were stunned and unable to speak when the arms of the man were grabbed from behind. The subordinates of the man wielded their swords again and pointed them at the man holding their superior.
"Our sleeping guardian awakened," he heard Hellion's voice. Iverson looked at the man holding the masked man from behind, and there stood their friend who had been unconscious for hours.
Iverson looks at the eyes of the masked man and there is no emotion in them. He guessed that under his mask was a calm face. He noticed that even when his subordinates wielded their swords on them, there was no panic in them to protect their superior.
"Caelum, it's okay, they don't harm us," Iverson assures Caelum.
"You were thrown away with the door earlier and passed out." Hellion commented that instantly earned a glare from Iverson. Hellion shrugged his shoulders, "Just telling the truth"
"Caelum," Iverson mumbles, ignoring Hellion. Caelum looked at him and pulled away his hands.
The masked man tidied up his clothes, then said to his subordinates, who quickly left the unit, "Scram." The man turns his back to look at the man who is grabbing his arms from behind. The two men just stared at each other when Hellion intercepted, "I can't feel my hands."
Caelum shifted his gaze to his friend and began to untie the rope on his hand from behind. Upon touching the rope, the glowing color of blue turns yellow. When he unties the knot in Hellion's hands, he moves past the masked man to untie the rope for Iverson.
The masked man is closely watching Caelum's move, and when his skin touches the rope that turns to glowing yellow upon contact with him, the masked man averts his gaze and walks away.
Iverson was also watching the reaction of the man to Caelum and noticed his eyes darkened when Caelum untied his rope.
The three of them watch the back of the man that disappeared after crossing the door frame. "Did he just vanish?" Hellion asks and rubs his eyes. Iverson also can't believe what he saw, making his mouth hang, while Caelum is staring with no emotion at all.
Iverson returns to reality and immediately checks on Caelum. "Are you alright?" he asked, worriedly checking if he had other wounds.
Hellion abruptly raises the hem of his hoodie, showing the sterile dressing on the wound on Caelum's right side abdomen.
"Where did you get that?" asks Iverson, but Caelum doesn't respond. "He might scratch his skin on something," Hellion commented.
"Scratch?" his eyebrows narrowed. "That came from a scratch?" Iverson asked, pointing at the bloody sterile pads and cottons at the cocktail table, like a parent scolding his children.
Hellion shrugged his shoulders and sat, putting his hands in the side pockets of his leather jacket when he touched something in it.
"Ah!" Hellion yells and instantly throws the thing in his pocket when he sees what it is. "What happened?" asked the concerned Iverson.
"A b-bug," Hellion stutters, pointing in the direction where he throws it. Confused, Iverson instantly looks for it and grabs a clean cotton ball from the cocktail table and touches the thing with it.
"It really is a bug," he mumbled, holding the bug the size of half a palm in its leg.
"Where does this come from?" Iverson asked, "My pocket," Hellion stated.
"What? Did you put it in your pocket? You're friends with insects? " Iverson asked him in sarcasm, "I-I don't know how it ended up in my pockets!"
Iverson examines the bug closely while Hellion winces in disgust, "Gross."
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