The Immortals

Chapter Five

Beatrix

Having a bleeding neck feels like riding a, um, what they call it, uh, a roller coaster. The world keeps spinning round and round in loops. But when you have a bleeding neck its just much more... painful. My side burns as if it was slashed by a knife, or uh, a whip, maybe? The whip!

Countless blobs of color swarmed my vision. It took me a moment to realize the blobs were people. They, they were running around in chaos. I heard a word a couple of times. It was a name. My name. But it could have been anything, since people around me were screaming.

I somehow made it to an alley and between the streets, the cup still in my grasp. I knew nothing but that I had to run and run, putting as much distance between myself and... whatever that was.

I reached the road, panting. I stopped, but the world spinned like a whirlpool. People in the cars were giving me strange looks. I had to get away from the road. I think I turned back to run, but then I saw the guy from the museum coming after me. 

So I ran straight up. The road was endless, though it didn't look so wide before. Till now, all the cars were still. Why weren't they moving? Oh yeah, the traffic signal. 

Why was I finding it so hard to think?

But now the cars took off. As I trudged through the maze of cars people honked and yelled and some of them, I think, had come out of their cars. Somehow, I made it to the other side of road, the cup in one hand and the other grasping my neck. I saw another alley and I dashed into it, only to reach a dead end.

This wasn't new. Not to me. I have escaped dead-ends before. At times like these, what do I do at times like these? Oh yeah! I climb the building. There's always something—rungs, pipes, brick—to climb on. But the problem was, though I could see the rungs, the rungs were everywhere.

Something touched my shoulder. So I turned around and smacked hard.

The guy from the museum swore, but he recovered soon and he grabbed my arms. His hands felt like two double-decker buses on my shoulders.

"Stop! You're bleeding too much." He said. 

"I noticed that too." I panted. His blue eyes floated around everywhere. They were too bright, they hurt my eyes. So I slammed the cup in his face.

Unfortunately, he grabbed the cup before it could pierce into his face. But I wasn't gonna leave my grip on it. 

"I'm not... giving it to you." I heaved. 

Pain seared through me. His face began to fade. A deafening noise filled my ears, then I realized it was me, screaming. The cup erupted with light, and the light seemed to have thrown him up against the wall. I think I'm finally losing it, because his skin began to burn.

The cup was glued to my hand, emanating light that continued to spread until it completely blinded me. Then my legs turned into jelly like I was in an elevator that was dropping fast, very fast, until something hit my head so hard I bet it shattered my skull.

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