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Chapter 7: Terror

Borg came out of the elevator but he was different. He was inside what Pixal could describe as similar to a spider. Giant legs carried him out of the elevator instead of his wheelchair. A large screen was attached to the front of the contraption. Pixal stepped back immediately. Her chest beat faster than it had and her head spun with so many different questions.

"Ah Pixal, Did I scare you? My apologies." Borg looked down at her.

"I am fine though I would like to know what happened?" She inquired.

She quickly brushed off any visible surprise she had shown previously.

"Oh this! Well it's been uhm a- little project yes that's it, a little project of mine I've been working on for a while now. I finished putting the finishing touches on it earlier today and I had to try it out. It's going to help me get around much easier. Works like a charm hehe." Borg finished with a grin.

Pixal tilted her head to one side. Borg got closer and closer to her. So much so that she felt the need to step back. She stepped back until she reached the desk at the lobby.

"Oh don't be intimidated Pixal. It just looks large." Borg seemed to force a laugh.

Pixal didn't find anything humorous about the contraption.

"Allow me to walk you to your room. I think it's the least I can do for being absent all day." Borg managed a smile.

Pixal was confused but she agreed anyway as she was used to agreeing with everything Borg said. She walked ahead of him as he instructed her to. After an uncomfortable amount of time she walked inside her assigned room. Borg followed her to the doorway. The contraption couldn't fit inside. Pixal was semi grateful about this. Borg didn't leave however. Instead he pushed himself out of the contraption enough so that he was leaning over the edge but not quite out of it. Pixal was curious about what he was doing. She walked over to him. He bent down and leaned towards her.

"Don't go in the elevator." He whispered with a serious undertone to his voice.

Pixal jolted away. Her eyes seemed to be brighter than before. Borg pushed himself back up and into place.

"Goodnight Pixal." He cheerfully waved.

The contraption began walking away and Borg turned to look behind him at her before he left. She watched as he turned the corner and disappeared from view. The same ding was heard and Pixal knew where Borg had gone. She could hear the woosh of the elevator going up to what she assumed was his office. She felt the same feeling she had felt when he first came out of the elevator; overwhelmed. She sat on the bed facing the wall, her green eyes blinking every now and then. She didn't understand what Borg meant. She wasn't sure if it was some sort of joke but he seemed serious enough. She wondered what would provoke him to say such a thing. Unlike before where she could just shake her head and the thoughts disappeared with her feelings, she shook her head but her feelings stayed. She was overwhelmed by the curiosity that clouded her mind. Her breathing became shallow and she was now aware of this.

"I do not need to breathe air, what is wrong with me?" She whispered to herself.

Her breathing didn't go back to normal oddly enough. It didn't get worse either. She stood facing the wall and clutching her chest that happened to beat faster. The noises in the tower didn't seem very comforting anymore. She wanted quiet, she wanted all the lights that lined the ceiling to go out. She wanted to get out of here. Her gaze fell on the floor instead of the wall. She tried to catch her breath and stop her head from spinning. She wanted to know what was going on that she wasn't aware of. Borg knew something she didn't and she didn't like it. Pixal was finally conscious of her own body when she noticed her eyes were wet. A look of horror crossed her features and she brought her hands up only to notice them shaking. She felt a new feeling, one that she didn't want to feel and one that she wanted to go away. She described it as terror.