Deathless World

Chapter 2

This is my training firing ground; well-lit place with no corner not lighten, a floor that shines upon the reflection of the lights, the floor seems to shiny that it feels like you're stepping into a mirror, it is big and large rectangular shaped without any much in it, just 8 horizontal rows of rails that occupied 3/4 of the place Each rail has three pairs of moving in a human-sized and in a human figure target and they're moving continuously. Is it even possible to get those shit shot into their heads? Like, they're moving, they're just moving, yes, JUST MOVING! There are also some benches glued to the walls behind us, and some tables and cabinets for guns and any firing equipments. Near to the benches, there is like a mini kitchen where you can see four-burn stove,oven, microwave and series of cabinets hung onto the wall, it has a counter that boxed the mini kitchen and stool around it. And this is how I view this place, it looks pale yet bright than what you think; a heaven-like place during your childhood days would exactly describe this place.

"Lift your arms just as high as your target!" He roared over a loud series of gun shots I produce. "Never let them out of your gun's eye!" He said again.

"How would expect me to hit them?" I say. I pressed back the trigger once, twice, thrice and a series of shots were screaming without any target to aim and when I run out of bullets, I tossed the gun away, and to my surprised it hit my target on my head. Woah. That's cool of you, Hazel.

"Gods. Hazel. I said. Hit it with a bullet, not with a gun itself" He scowled at me.

"Don't be frantic, I'll soon learn how to shoot you in the head" I half-snorted and half-laughed. I plopped into the floor and sprawled down. My thighs and arms are trembling, it feels so heavy.

He went closer to me, crouched down to see me nearer. He, as if, scanned my face trying to read my mind. I gazed his eyes as he never let me leave his sight. I saw him getting something from his back, the light reflected into the metal that gives a gleam to it until he suddenly lunged and pressed the knife into my neck just enough to keep me alive but wounded, I see my blood going out from the cut between the knife. I shudders more than I expected myself to shuddle.

I feel my throat constricting and my voice felt somehow blocked as the knife still pressed into my neck's skin. I'm afraid that I might send a vibration over this metal and it'll just dig its way deeper if I push myself to at least beg for my life.

I wanted to wobble and punch him in his face, but I stayed still; afraid of facing what he could do after this.

'He'll never do it' It came to my mind. I know he will never do it. I know he won't.

I played a mockery smile on my lips. I get to moved my hands to his waistband; stealing his gun as fast as I could and pressed it on his temple. He needs more time to stab me rather then sliding out his gun, put it into his head and blow him up. I remembered what he told me; "don't be afraid of knives. They're nothing compare to guns."

He smiled at me and deflected the gun away from his head as he loosen the pressure of his knife onto my skin. He stood up to his feet and tossed a wad of tissues to my face then he turned his back and hauled himself out of here.

I lurched and let the blood run out from the cut. I, somehow- kinda of, liking the blood. It didn't scare anymore. It didn't make me cry anymore. I love it. It feels like I want to shower those foes who killed my dad with bullets and watch them bleed and swim in their pool of blood. That's heinous of me but whatever. I want this and I will always want this.

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I sat at the ledge of water false while my feet dangled into the cold water. The sound of splashing water as it falls down is the purest and yet calmest sound like a wind chime that wind hits. I clutched some of the rough rocks where I'm sitting and let my hand feel its sharp edges but it still doesn't give me wound. I sighed.

I heard a footsteps coming closer, until someone sat next to me and muttered something under his breath. "What made you think I won't do it?" He asked.

I lift both of my shoulders as a response. I don't know. It just came into my mind, and I trust him so much more than I trust myself and that's what I know for myself.

"You trust me, don't you?" He asked again. His eyes were on his feet that were plunged into water too.

"Yes. I never can't deny" I said and nodded my head a little. Because it's true. He's the only one left to worth my trust and love.

"Don't trust me more than you trust yourself." He curted in low voice. He lifted up his head and gave me a gaze on my eyes, and now we're eye contacting each other. He sounds so senseless. He kept blurting words like that. I can't understand. Am I this innocent to not know what he knows? We grew up together. We grew up with Omniscients around and in Omniscients' Compound. What else should I have to learn?

"Hey." I say. "What on Earth has gotten into your nerves?" I blurt with a crease between my eyebrows. "It's not funny" I said.

"You'll understand soon." He weakly uttered and moved his head down to turn his gaze back to his feet.

I snorted. There's something he is not telling me and I want to know it. If I can't get it to him, then I'll find it for my own.

I moved back away from the ledge, withdrawing my feet from the water and about to get up but he spoke, "Pass my tests, I'll tell you"

"What tests?" I asked.

"Physical tests. Everything; guns, knives, paddles, forks, stones, and even your own knuckles, knee, feet, head and elbows. As long as you survived, no matter what you used, you'll get the information you should know" He said. He stopped for a little and I know there will still be something he will tell me, so I pressed my lips against together and wait until he spit his next words.

"If you didn't pass? Sorry, but you're bringing the whole lot souls with your death. They need you, we need you. Even Regime and Deviant needs you too." he say.

They need me... why?

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Note:

Ehem. Nothing. I have nothing to say. Hahaha xD