Broken Vile

Chapter 8, Memory..

"The Devil.."

Those two words put Dr. Selene on edge. Her eyes leered towards the menacing figure on the bed. She can't help but grab a scalpel from her tools as reassurance.

We still don't exactly know what he is.

What if he really is the devil?

If that's the case, this would be a threat to Sunny Juvenile Institute. Taking chances isn't necessary. What's necessary is doing the absolute. The boss will understand, right?

When Dr. Selene steps closer to Isir, she could see the dark parts lessen until it was only up to his palm. The red tears have finally subsided, leaving only brownish red stains. He seemed to have calm down which was good.

All the more easier to kill him...

As Dr. Selene rested the scalpel against Isir's throat, she could feel her own in a bend.

Before she knew it, her head was already rolling on the ground. A man looked over her, a guard it seems.

Ah... Damn...you

Her dying thoughts ended with cursing at someone else. What a pity.

"No matter how much of a threat he is.. We can't have him dying yet..."

The guard then0p lets out a low chuckle,
    "He's still a subject of importance"

The wound which was caused by the sharp object pushed against Isir throat had already healed. Feeling curious, the guard touches his neck.

It may not look like it but the skin is rough where the wound was supposed to be festering...

"You have such an amazing skill... My little vial"

.

.

.

.

It only felt like a moment but it also felt like an eternity had passed...

I slowly opened my eyes and found myself laying down in my cell. My cellmates, nowhere to be seen. It wasn't that surprising.

Whatever happens to me is none of their business which means whatever happens to them is also none of my business.

I ruffle my hair before sitting up. When I heard a sudden crinkle sound, I froze. Realising it was a sticky note, a sigh escapes my lips.

What a way to frighten someone..

On the sticky note was handwriting,
  "Heard U got sick, get better soon (fighting).... We're getting breakfast rn so we'll bring back sum food 4 U"
                                       -Heron

Ah, I feel bad for thinking that now..

....

Whatever, I don't need to feel bad. They're just my room mates..

A sudden thought then crosses my mind, I had a dream earlier. A quiet realistic one. The pain I felt seemed too real. I clench my fist, overwhelmed, maybe.

But.. if I think about it, what if it was a memory. The system is  helping me, right?

Since system seems to answer my question from last time, I wonder if it will answer again.

I open my system screen and went back to the task screen from that day,
    "Hey, was the thing I experienced earlier a memory?"

....No response......

.....

Of course it wouldn't respond. Am I stupid?

Suddenly I can hear the same notification bell sound like last time.

[W ait fo r m e to fi n ish t ypin g fi rst!!]

It types?

I thought it just generates automatically..

I wait for a while until another notification rang again.

[Y es! It is ind ee d A m emo ry, cu ti e!!!!
/> O<)/ ]

Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with the way it types......

Well, at least it answered me and now..... I've connected the dots. Now that I know it was a memory. It all makes sense now—

—I'm connected to a fucking psycho....

That damned sissy with the umbrella is a fucking turd. Who the hell pokes around a mutilated body? On top of that, he's afraid of getting his clothes dirty than get closer to me. Who does he think he is? Princess asshole the II?
—and why the hell was my body mutilated in the first place?!

I'm fine now but what exactly happened?

I can't help but feel skeptical about all of this. It's suspicious as hell. Especially the system. It came out of nowhere and now it's helping me. For what?

"Hey"

[Y es?  :) ]

"Why are you helping me?"

......

It's taking it a while for it respond...

............

[ T hat  i s  up  f or  yo u   t o   gu es s               b ec aus e it i s p art o f wh o I
a m~!!!
\( > 3 •)/ ]

"A part of who you are? What do you mean?"

[C ant an d  w on t  an sw er  tha t!
~(— w—)~ ]

Wait a minute... What if..

"Are you the man in the white suit in my memories..?"

.....

[D ont  com pa re  m e  w ith  tha t
w eir do, tha nk yo u~~~  (—v—)√ ]

Ah, so I was right. He is a weirdo—

Hold on, that's not the point here.

"You know that guy?"

[Of course I know him, silly~ After all, I'm ——————]

This system is toying with me......

I close the system screen with a sigh. I just woke up but talking with this guy makes me tired. I was going to lie back down but it seems they're already back from breakfast....

"Huh? You're awake already? That's great news"

Zi smiled at me while carrying plastic container. Heron was like usual but Quinn on the other hand looks uncomfortable. Reason? I don't know.
Something must have happened back at the canteen. Who knows.

"You feeling better now?"
  Zi hands me the container while asking about my condition.

"I just got hit by a basketball. It's not that bad" I say as I open the container. Mushroom soup and more vegetable mush... Yuck..

For some reason, Quinn scoffs at my answer but I decided to ignore that. I don't know what pissed her off but I'm too tired to handle her bullshit right. I pick up the plastic spoon and started gulping down the mushroom soup while ignoring.. the ugly green mush..

I wanted to sleep in for the rest of the day but this is really not the place and time to do that now is it?

After eating and stuff, I'll just follow the schedule and do what's needed.

.

.

.