Chasing the Blue Box

6: So glad I Brought Tea to my Death and not Coffee.

  I wish I could tell you that once I entered her flat, all my questions were solved. But alas, to no prevail. Her flat was entirely empty. Nobody lived there, and according to the landowner, no one has for the past two months.

Great, so either Faith's stalker skills failed her. Or Faye didn't actually have a room.... or maybe she didn't exist. However, no, she existed. Otherwise how would she know about Jake's Falafel making skills? Which also meant she might know his secret ingredient! Forget everything, I need to find out what that secret ingredient is. 

I examined her empty room for any assurance that she actually was here. Unfortunately, the landowner seemed to be speaking the truth. The room was extremely clean, and sort of dusty. I ran my finger across the windowsill, then examining the amount of dust I collected. It seemed as if this room was cleaned a year ago. Yet I knew that wasn't right. They would clean this room better than that.I picked at the dust and realized the colour of the dust was a light grey. Like dust that get's created when you carve words into drywall. I looked around the room and their walls, but they were solid with no sign of being vandalized. I kept my feet on the carpet and scooted around. The action caused dust to rise and cloud in the air. The dust was extremely thick on the carpet, which meant the dust was coming from above...

I looked up at the ceiling and felt my heart fall down eight flights of stairs.The words "Goodbye Blake" was crudely carved into the ceiling. 

I grabbed my phone and took a few pictures to examine later. I tried to send them to my friends, but my internet connection died suddenly. My bars dropped as well. The constant humming of the air conditioning in the room slowly started to fade away, leaving me standing in a dead room. The door behind me locked. Quickly and leaped to the window, struggling to open it. The old window's hinges were firm and stubborn. I didn't want to break the window in case this was all some sick prank. I heard heavy steps echo through the corridor to my door. The doorknob jiggled, and then a fierce shoulder slammed against the door. I felt my mouth become dry, and the blood pumping in my ears. Holy shit. Creepy girl with weird hair was right. I backed into the wall, scooting downward while  grabbed my tea and viciously drinking it. 

The door screamed out in agony as a final shove was given before they faded away. I pushed against the wall, slowly inching upward. Maybe that was just an extremely drunk guy?

The door cracked against the wall as hooves broke it's hinges and kicking it wide open. Nope. Not a drunk guy. The Vorta Masi stood tall in the doorframe, this time it was a different one. The lizard scales were obsidian black, and the horse body was a dark shade of chocolate. The mane and tail was white with tan ends to them. The build was more feminine and less muscular as the other one. It's eyes were a baby blue. 

"Human." The alien hissed. She spat the words out like they were venom in her mouth.

"Uh. Vorta Masi?"

"Correct. You were brave to confront our strengths. You have mocked our species with your pan of frying. Brandish your weapon now for a chance to win your life."

"Uh..." I looked around for a weapon against this horrendous beast. The only thing in this room excluding me and her was my cup of tea. I lifted it awkwardly.

The Vorta laughed cruelly as she eyed my cup of tea, "prepare to die."

Oh. Trust me. I was. Besides, I was given an early warning. The lizard sprang from it's horse feet at extremely incredible speeds. I was barely able to see her coming until her fangs pierced my skin and raked down my shoulder to the backside. Her witch-like talons punctured my side and created a large sickening cut across it.  I stumbled back, screaming out and holding my hands out in front of me. I threw my tea at her, and the green tea's liquid splashed across his face. The alien screamed out in pain and jumped backward. Black steam ran from her face as she covered it with her scaly hands

"Camellia Sinensis! Gah!" She  clawed at her face as if she was peeling the liquid off. What were the odds the alien was deathly allergic to Camellia? However my short victory was interrupted by her backlash of anger, and forcing me out the window.

It's sort of funny in a sick and cynical way, that when your falling from ten flights up, you notice how pretty things can be. Like falling shards of glass. The way they turned gracefully as gravity pulled both of us downward. Light reflecting in it, making curate glimpses of colourful dances. I felt wind dig through my leather jacket, biting at my skin, spreading chills through it. I turned my head toward the glass pieces. My reflection showed vaguely. Black curly hair rising at the side of my head, reaching upward for the windowsill I fell from. Pale skin, hosting a parade of freckles across my nose. My eyes were calm, much like my heart. You'd think you'd be panicking as you fell to your demise. My eyes were the colour of Winchester riffles, and acted like them too, always loaded and ready to take fire. Yet this time, they were empty, with no bullets to shoot. The idea was the saddest part about my last minutes of painless free-falling. I watched the asphalt come closer through the glass's reflection. How it looked like it was running to my back like an old friend.  

Then I felt blood exit through my mouth, rushing out, pouring out, trickling down my lips and chin. I could feel my ribs poking in abnormal places, and puncturing at least two of my organs. My vision obscured and I became to deaf to everything except my own thoughts. The crawling minute of hitting the ground made every breath and any slightest movement burn like inferno. I had no choice but to lay still in warm, sticky liquid surrounding my broken body. What was it? Did I land in soda? I turned my head despite the agonizing pain to realize it was blood. Blood? Why was I covered in blood? Was it mine? It took me a few moments before I realized this blood was my own. No, the blood dripping from my mouth and nose didn't figure in my equation. My brain was numbing and loosing common sense by the seconds. I tried to look at the blood but my vision was darkening. I could start to see blurry feet hurrying towards me, but I could only hear a high pitched ringing. My body grew heavy, I felt like I was going to fall through the ground. I was sleepy. I knew if I closed by eyes I might never open them, but what choice did I have? I couldn't get up. I need to save my strength. I closed by eyes and decided when I woke up, I could decide what to do next.

Forgive me.