ORCHIDS AT MIDNIGHT

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*Universe 4.

The frequent throbbing in her head was enough to send any unprepared person to a ward. Alyssia had been out for a while, probably after loosing a lot blood and the impacts she had sustained.

She slowly opened her eyes, taking in her surroundings . A very spacious room, luxurious in every way possible. The walls looked like marble and the reflection of light on them caused her headache to worsen. Her gaze moved to the ceiling coming face to face with the reflection of herself.

A bandage wrapped around her head, blood stained at a spot. She inspected her body, the black silk robe on her was tied loosely, she wasn't in her own clothes.

After a few seconds , her eyes snapped open. Realizing her situation, she quickly got off the bed and tightened the robe around herself. She remembered how she was being carried by that man. His red eyes gleamed with something dark, something evil. The way those people screamed upon his arrival, what in gods name did he do to them?.

Alyssia, who was in a state of fury, rushed to the door, hitting it furiously with her palms. Her blood boiled, and her eyes wide with rage.

"Hey!". She shouted still hitting the door. Her palms slowly turning red from the impact of the hard oak door. She twisted to knob countless times, trying to open the door, but these people had locked her in. "Open the damn door!". She exclaimed again. Adrenaline being the only thing that kept her on her feet, the intense anger and frustration she felt was unlike any other.

Suddenly, the doorknob clicks and the door is thrown open. Her brown eyes staring into his red ones. Sylus stared down at her, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Alyssia looked up at him, a sudden fear held her in place, she saw the smirk on his lips and immediately triggered her flight reflex.

She turned around to run away, but as expected she wasn't fast enough and Sylus grabs her arm. Pulling her back.

"Get your filthy hand off me". She said through gritted teeth. Sylus held the smirk on his face, relishing in her attempt to escape him. "You're quite agile for a wounded kitten". He said tilting his head up a little. Alyssia couldn't deny the inferiority she felt under this man's gaze. It was eating her and not in a good way.

"Why do you chose to make things difficult for yourself?". Sylus asked. Not letting go of her arm, he enters the room and shuts the door behind them.

His voice, deep and devious, send chills up and down Alyssia's spine. She is scared but stubborn. Struggling to free herself from Sylus's grip. Eventually he let's go, which is unexpected and causes her to fall to the ground.

Pain strikes her side after the collision with the cold floor and she groans. Holding her side with a pain stricken face.

Sylus walks over to the bed and sits on one of the edges. Observing the girl, she clearly didn't remember anything, the only thing he saw in her eyes when he looked in them was anger and what also looked to be fear. After a few seconds, he speaks;

"You're a feisty little thing," Sylus says with a smirk, his arms casually crossed. His red eyes are unblinking and intense as they fix on her face. There's a hint of amusement in his gaze. His voice is deep and smooth, filled with confidence and authority.

Sylus leans back slightly on the edge of the bed, never taking his eyes off her. He continues to study her appearance, noticing every minute detail. "Don't tell me you're afraid?".

"Afraid my ass, where am i?". Sylus doesn't answer instead he huffs and looks away. Alyssia glares at him, her eyebrows almost touching due to the hate induced frown she had. She rises to her feet and stares at the white haired man. "Answer me!". The urge to point a gun at his forehead and shoot repeatedly, held her by the throat. Her eyes sending resentment to him.

Sylus let's out a low chuckle, impressed by the intense hate that radiated off her but still unamused by her trial to intimidate him. The corner of his eyebrow rised and his smirk widens.
"You're in the N109 Zone, my territory...sweetie,". He replies calmly, his arms still folded across his chest. He turns his face to hers, this time locking onto her golden brown eyes, they held rage and determination. "Have you heard of it?".

Alyssia stood in place, trying to recollect her knowledge on the different places she knew about. The N109 Zone was one of the places she never saw herself going to. The research and documents on the place, talked about a certain group called "onychinus" and how they ran the place. This group was responsible for making illegal purchases and deals for high grade protocores. The leader of the group, Sylus, was in charge and the overall boss of the place and the group.

Her eyes moved from the floor, to Sylus's face, his head tilting to the side followed by a smirk after seeing her expression.

"You're the head of onychinus?" Sylus chuckled at her question. "Hmmm, so you're not as clueless as you seem," he replied holding the intense eye contact. "Yes, this is my territory, and yes, I am the head of 'Onychinus'," he confirms, his voice confident and proud. He sits back, still locking on her eyes.
Alyssia stood speechless for a few seconds but he breaks the silence once more, inhaling deeply. "What?," he tilted his head "...were you expecting a grand gesture?,". He chuckled and stood up from the bed putting his hands in his pants pockets . "I'm afraid that would be impossible."

"You...!".

Hearing his words, Alyssia charged at him her hand stretched for his neck. In one swift motion Sylus takes both her wrist mid air and holds them together, his grip so tight that the veins of his hands were visible.

"Why did you kidnap me?". She asked watching Sylus's eyes as they scanned her face. "You could've just left me there...".

He studies her expression for a moment, a devious smile playing at the corner of his mouth. " 'Why did I kidnap you?' Is a very harsh way of asking why you're here, sweetie," he drawls, his voice laced with menace.

"Let's say, I'm interested in you," he says, his grip still tight on her wrists. He leaned in closer. "Just like how you're interested in the aether core".

Alyssia suddenly feels pressure. Sylus's right eye is glowing a bright red, it hurt and it hurt bad. To her it felt like her brain was being infiltrated. She groaned and turned her face away from his.

"Turn your face away again and I will not hesitate to snap both your wrists". Alyssia stood silent fear now taking over turned her face back slowly. The glow in Sylus's eyes had returned to it's normal state and Alyssia sighed in relief. He smirked and released her wrists, the trace of his fingers had marked her bronze skin. Stepping to the side, he took some of her red hair in his hand. Feeling it's texture. Alyssia stood frozen, staring at space. The things she saw while looking into his eyes. There was fire burning around her, like she was in hell. Her hands covered in blood. What was that?.

Sylus chuckled and walked to the door.
"Come down when you're ready". He said and left. Alyssia looked at the door where he had just walked through. That man. She didn't know what the hell that vision was but she hated it, she didn't want to see it ever again. Crashing to the bed, she stared at the ceiling and tried to catch her breath.

Outside the room, Sylus stood in front of the door. He missed her. Her hair, her skin, that beautiful look in her eyes. He was looking at her, but she wasn't looking back atleast not the way he wanted. He massaged the bridge of his nose and exhaled.

His aim was to spark her memory, not to scare her. He ran his fingers through his white hair, cursing at himself. He felt like, she was right there but only as a shell. The woman he remembered, how beautiful she was, in grace in her existence. Sylus took a deep breath and looked at the watch on his wrist. He gave the door a final look, before walking away.

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Hi guys. So for some reason, the urge to write a chapter for sylus has been killing me so here. I got chills writing this one,the  3 chapters will be for sylus.