Far Cry | JJK x OC

✔Chapter 21 // Introspective

Leah was drowning in a feeling of dread.

Her breathing was shallow as she lay somewhere crushingly, unable to move. A familiar panic spread through her in a glacial cold torrent. She'd been there before. In that situation: waking up, feeling like she couldn't move, or react, completely exposed and vulnerable. It was happening all over again. She started trembling and opened her eyes.

The ceiling greeted her and everything was dark and empty. She feared there could have been shadows, but there weren't. So maybe she was safe for now.

Her eyes moved around when she heard voices, and she tried to figure out where they were coming from. She was alone, but they kept echoing all around her until she felt like she was about to throw up. She had to leave, to escape, something was terribly wrong.

In an energy wave fueled by sheer panic, she got up from bed only to fall miserably on the floor that felt warm and sweaty as if she was inside a sauna. Her vision was blurry and her stomach swirled, but there was nothing to empty. She took a deep breath and staggered to the room entrance that had no door.

The voices were intensifying; she could hear men talking and laughing, she could hear women screaming and walling. A long corridor dotted with doors extended in front of her in both directions and she didn't care where to, she just knew she had to leave.

She chose to go left. She tried walking against the wall to have support and her fear only grew with every step she took. She desperately wanted to cry to release the pressure tightening her chest, but not until she made it out.

Suddenly, arms stretched around her and held her from behind. Her body was flooded with terror as it burned cold from top to bottom.

"Where do you think you're going?"

That man's cold voice made her breathing stop. She recognized that voice. She wanted to get away, she wanted to escape him. She would prefer to stop existing than to breathe a second longer and deal with him. Tears streamed down her face and she closed her eyes because she didn't have the courage to face him. She could become undone if she did.

"No, no, why are you crying? Please don't cry, my dear," she could feel his fingers cleaning the tears that had dripped from her chin to her chest and her skin crawled. "You miss your friend? Is that it? Come, I'll take you to him."

As he guided her through the corridors by her shoulders still from behind her, she opened her eyes wide. No, no, friend? Her fear almost became a frenzy and she would have run if she knew where he was. In her anxiety, she could only mutter 'No, no, no' repeatedly.

Suddenly a door opened in front of her and she couldn't take it anymore. He was kneeling on the floor with his arms bound behind his back. His ebony hair covered his eyes and blood was dripping from his face onto the white floor.

She rushed to him, kneeling by his side. She gently pulled his face upwards and cried when she saw how his face was beaten. His pierced brow was open and so was his lower lip. He was bleeding from his mouth, nose, and brow. His pale skin was blue. His eyes turned to her but there was no emotion or recognition. It was as if he was dead.

She was dragged back by her shoulders and she yelled and flounced her legs and arms trying to free herself to get back to him. Her voice echoed around as if other people were going through the same pain as her, yelling right back.

"He took you from me, didn't he? And we have so much work to do. Shh," he was whispering in her ear, having her face immobilized between his hand as she kept crying and trying to get free.

He let her go and somehow gravity became one hundred times heavier, crushing her to her knees.

"But you know what, now the problem is solved! Yes!" He drew out a gun and pointed it. "Because he can't separate us anymore."