Last Voice

Chapter 1

I woke up in an uncomfortable bed. I was in a room, unknown to me in fact. I guessed I'm in a hospital, claiming because of the needles stuck to my arm.
I sat up and pain strucked my head. I hissed in pain and slowly lay in bed again.

A nurse came in the room and shock registered in her face. I smiled which she kindly returned.

"How are you feeling? You gave the doctors a fright hahaha even the nurses." She told me. I raised an eyebrow and asked why.

"Well... don't tell anybody I told you but....  You died." She whispered. I was suprised and confused at the same time. She laughed and patted my back.

"Well just for a hour or so." I glanced back at her and she gave me a hearty grin. She checked on my vital signs and blood pressure. Asked me if anything hurts that I answered truthfully and pointed at my head.

She gave me pain killers that I obliged to take immediately. She pulled the I.V. needle out of my arm and warned me to be careful.

"Well your good to go-----" she chimed. I was confused. She was saying my name but why was it cutted out. I asked her to say my name again.

"-----, I said your good to go." I nodded and thanked her for her help. I thought for a second...  what's happening to me.

I packed my clothes in one bag and grabbed a taxi. The driver didn't bother asking for my address. I was worried for a second then I realized that the driver won't harm me.

I can't shake the feeling why I trusted the driver in taking me home safely.

"Do you remember the contract?" The driver asked removing the cap he was wearing.

He has black hair that was tied in a ponytail. Sky blue eyes that has a glint of delight in them. The guy was wearing glasses that framed his eyes.

I made a confused expression and laughed at his unfunny humor. He frowned a little. I stopped laughing when I realize that he was serious.

"Well, I doubt that you can be one of my normal clients." He sighed and snapped his fingers.

I blinked my eyes not believing where I am at the moment.

It was a grand old room, furnished with black mahogany furnitures,  floor was tiled with pearly white marble flooring,  the ceiling was bursting with lights coming from the classy chandeliers.

"Follow me." The guy stated. I obeyed and followed him to a secluded part of the room. He opened a huge door that leads to a somewhat dinning area.

He leads me to a chair. Having manners and all, pulled the chair for me. I thanked him. His enticing aura reminded me of a prince of what kind.... or that of a butler.

"As you can see,  we are in 'The Gates of Tartarus'." I took the chance and wondered my visions to the other people here.

"Please behave." He pleaded but there was a hint of rather command in them. I nodded and firmly focused my attention to him.

'What an attention seeker.'

I was distracted by that voice and suddenly making me laugh due to the uncounted comment.

"Ahem!  I presume you already know why you are here for?" He muttered. I shook my head giving him a headache.

'Well, I didn't ask him to drag me here and ask me why.'

"My name is Leon Afriel Van Rexor. I am the one destined to serve you." He galantly bowed his head. I fidgeted and looked at him, not knowing what I should do.

He rose his head frowning at what reason it could be. He stared at my face. I distracted myself, looking away.

"I am responsible for taking care of you after you are given your life again." He said. His eyes were full of coldness even though it looked kind.

"I---" I opened my mouth and closed it again.  My mouth feels empty like as if my voice was being drowned.

I clutched my throat, trying to swallow the thing blocking it. I can't breath..... I looked at Mr. Rexor but he was just watching me.

A hint of delight in his frown. I opened my mouth unable to speak....

"L-Leo---n" I was able to mutter.

His eyes widen and his mouth dropped. Regaining his composure, he began to smirk.