Web Of Lies

Chapter 21

Warning: Blood, violence, implied torture, and mentions of suicide.

"Why do I exist?" Words exited his mouth, as he stared over at the black figure looming over him.

"To serve," It answered, its pure white smile being the only contrast from the pure darkness.

"Why?"

"Because you were chosen," It replied, continuing one again when seeing his reaction, "You should feel grateful, very few are able to be in your position."

He snorted at the wording.

"Grateful? This place feels like a fucking nightmare," He retorted, casting his memory back to the white room.

The dark figure smirked back, "Well, if this is your definition of a nightmare then I wonder how you'll feel about the next step."

"Next step?"

"Don't worry, all you'll-"

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"-have to do is just last as long as possible against them."

He glanced over, being met with a figure standing over at the end of the room. He then felt his collar release from his neck and crash onto the padded floor. Warmth instantly consumed him, as he tried to absorb the sudden change.

The figure seemed to not let him though since they threw something small at him. As a reflex he slid to the left, feeling the projectile wiz past him. He looked behind himself, seeing a thin dark red arrow sticking out of the white wall.

He looked over at the figure, realizing it was a person. More specifically one dressed in the same outfit as those guys, with their eyes glowing a bright red.

He heard another arrow release and he glided to the right, once again feeling the rush of wind as it passed him.

Right.

He has to last.

He started running over to his opponent, trying to get rid of their long distance advantage. It seemed like they read his mind, because they were firing faster and faster. And because of the closer distance, it was getting harder to dodge.

Getting about two meters away from them he saw them fire again, and he dodged. But instead of it whizzing past like the others he felt it land. He stumbled back, absorbing the recoil as well as the searing pain that started to bloom across his left shoulder.

He didn't allow himself to whallow on it though, since if he did such a thing he would be shot again. Instead he continued forward, gritting his teeth and placing one of his hands over the arrow.

Another shot, he dodged with much trouble.

This time he was only an arms length away and he got ready to tackle them down onto the ground. That's when they fired again, right at his face. He lifted up his right arm, his palm taking the damage as the arrow pierced through it fully.

He bit his tongue, muffling his screams. Warm blood started to trickle out of his palm, down his arm.

He muttered a string of curses before he looked up once again. There he was met with an unbearable pain in his right eye.