The Dimensional Escape

Chapter 2

The dedication above was because you bothered to read HIS. Heehee. Plus, I love your works.

Hello!! I'm here for an update! Hooray! Now, I have no idea who I am about to dedicate this story, actually. So, it remains blank until someone requests me to do so. I'm trying to earn readers to help me in this project. I know patience can do it. 

I haven't said this on the former chapters, so, here I am, saying that if ever you had the same initials, name, age, birthday, height, weight, zodiac signs, or even the powers involved, it is purely a coincidence. So, do not sue me or else I'm forced to go back to the desert and become a hermit. I'm starving in London...don't add more problems.

Oh, and I love Dakota with her hair like that on the side. Just imagine she has her dark hair.

On with the story!

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Chapter Two: The Girl in the Facility

Anthony grunted as his arms soon gave up carrying the seemingly light, yet, heavy maiden. It didn’t look like he was fully star-crossed when Jane stood behind him.

“Need help, Robi?” she asked with a sly smile. She obviously knew what the reason behind the nearly-popping veins on his head and the red face. “I actually have extra clothes inside, if you want,” she added, intentionally prolonging his agony, “I can also dress her to make sure she’s safe. Oh! I can also beautify her! Oh, I have always dreamt becoming a mom! This is a dream come true!” She continued stating her dreams like going to her graduation, seeing her on the Church’s aisle, and becoming an adoptive grandmother. Things that were really mushy and cliché were coming out of her robotic mouth. Anthony did wonder at the back of his brain on how his android have dreams  ̶  and also how he could think that way despite his aching arms.

“J-jane!” Anthony impatiently grunted as his arms softened and gave up. His face was flushed with crimson – all of his blood went up to the head due to pressure. The maiden was nearly a foot away from the ground when Anthony was already bucking his knees.

“Oh,” she scrutinized and analyzed the girl’s legs and poked it hard  ̶  purposely, “her skin seemed to be marinated in vinegar and MY GOD! She has wounds!!”

Jane immediately got inside the laboratory with her fingerprint scanned on the sensor beside the sliding glass door. She ran to get the medical kit and settled them on a silver cart with a sphygmomanometer, a nebulizer, an oxygen tank, and transparent tubes clearly seen all over it  ̶  not to mention a small digital thermometer was also there.

                She went outside and single-handedly carried the unconscious girl to the couch, which happened to be soft and comfortable. On the other hand, Anthony laid flat on the floor, arms sideway, and face flat on the floor. His eyes were dilated, redness was still visible and his breathing impaired. Totally tired, you can say.

“Y-you,” he managed to stutter, “YOU…ARE SO IMPOSSIBLE,” he continued while raising his voice, pushing himself off the ground. “I never knew you could be so human in dreaming things in the future with a very inhuman and insensitive heart.”

“Sir,” she spoke while tending the wounds of the maiden, who seemed to have a bit of her consciousness back, “do I have to repeat myself? I do NOT have a heart. I suppose you’re a smart kid, yet you always forget that.” She turned and flashed him a smirk. He sighed.

The maiden stirred from the inside. She can feel that a pair of cold hands was tending her wounds. At first, it was relaxing. Cotton balls, wet ones, were brushing on her wound that was actually healing on its own. It tickled her. She let out a soft cough that already contained her own laughing fit.