Rue

Chapter 02

"Is the newbie awake, yet?" A familiar feminine voice asks.

"Yeah, but his shirt is soaked with blood- should we wake him up to clean?" An intellectual sounding masculine voice replies.

"No, Ben. It's been thirty minutes since the kill, I bet he hasn't fully recovered, also considering the fact that this is his first time dying, his recovery time from death is expected to be at least one more hour." The familiar feminine voice explains.

My eyes fluttered open, and I wake up to the sight of other teens staring at me with what seems as intensity and curiosity, with a bit of concern.

And I notice the crazy chick from earlier with the weapon, up right in my face.

I shakily exhaled. "Recovery? From death?"

She nods, walking over to a bowl of what I presume is, rubbing alcohol, and a towel. "That's right. Since this is your first time recovering from death it's going to take a long time, you've been knocked out for a day now. We call this the Death Time Machine Law. Therefore, meaning the more you die, the faster recovery time will take, because your body will then be used to dying at a point. That's not the only factor that contributes to your recovery time, it's also the harshness of the damage."

She dipped the towel in the bowl of liquid, a strand of her pink hair falling at her eyes. "Since she literally ripped your heart out and stabbed you really deep, it increases the length of your recovery time. But, damage doesn't affect recovery time as much as the Death Time Machine Law- that truly affects your recovery time from death."

She then took in a deep breath, walking over to me with the wet towel, "this is going to hurt a lot, so don't squirm- also too much movement will reduce the quickness of the recovery time, but that's a minor factor."

She practically grates the towel onto the wound in my side. I yowl loudly in response to the sharp sting.

"What the hell is in that liquid?! It feels like freaking acid." I hiss. "That is no rubbing alcohol."

Soaking the towel in the bowl once more, she responds, "it isn't."

My eyes widen, and I yelp, "then what the hell are you putting on my skin?"

"It's a stronger solution of rubbing alcohol, it's similar to rubbing alcohol, as that is one of the ingredients. But, it also notifies the body to mend the skin back together more quicker. Like the normal rubbing alcohol. In addition it serves as a trigger of sorts. It's what we call the Revamp solution." She answers, her tone cool.

"Now shut up and let her clean you up." One of the guys in the back speaks up for the first time since I've woken up. His oversized black tee practically hung over his body. "If you're that interested in my appearance, you ought to know my name. It's Jude."

"Oi, Jude, not everyone's attracted to you, mate." Another voice joins in, one that belongs to a small glowing dark skinned girl with curly hair that sprung everywhere in all directions.

Pursing my lips, I can feel heat rise up my neck so I choose to close my eyes, and let her rub the towel over the deep wound.

And she starts unbuttoning my dress shirt, "now let's see if your chest area has done a bit of recovery."

She frowns when she sees the state of my chest. 

The curly haired girl gags, running over to a nearby trashcan. Jude brings his hands over his eyes.

"Uh, if you're wondering why everyone's suddenly turned into a mess it's because there's a huge gaping hole in your chest. It's not exactly a pretty sight. Oh, you should know my name at the least by now. It's Harley." The girl tending to him finally says after frowning at his chest for a bit.