Genesis Thirteen

Chapter I

He opened his eyes, as his vision elucidate he felt sudden burst of fear. He can't even tell if he is seeing something or seeing nothing. Nothing has changed. He feels like he is blind. Everything is dark, with no touch of a single light. He can't even feel his feet touching the ground. He pat the air, swings his arms finding something to touch. He failed but he is sure of one thing he is floating.

Minutes have passed but it feels like hours. He calmed himself thinking of something to do. A searing beam of light caught his attention. He glanced to its direction slightly covering his eyes with with the back of his hands. His eyes are already used in the darkness it seems that the light will really turn him blind.

He swam into the source of the light, it gets stronger as he knew he's getting closer. He reached his destination and winced at the thing in front of him. Getting a better view of the object wafting in an obverse position. He reached his hand to touch the thing. Abrupt glimmer of dots filled the room. He stopped reaching for the thing and astounded by the elegance of the shimmering lights. He swallowed bits of his saliva, brought his lucid state back. Tried to reach the thing again. And he opened his eyes. He woke up.

He blinked his eyes three times, because his vision is like an unfocused camera. He want to rub his eyes but shockingly he can't move. He looked below him and saw straps on his both ankle and wrists fastened to his bed. He felt fear, he strangled to loosen the straps but it is tightly laced. Beads of sweat flowing in every sweat gland of his body not only because of his exhaustion but also to the feel of dry hot air.

He took a look around the area, the ceiling and the walls of the room are some familiar sheets of brown fabric attached to round poles.

Where am I? He thought. Although he knew he's inside a tent.

Huh? Confusion filled him when he found out he's not alone. On his left are three other person sleeping and strapped against their beds. He then turn his head to his right, shocked by what popped infront of his face.

A man, wearing a black hoody long coat leather jacket with half inch thick dim gray silk linings on every end of the cloth. Then everything is black--- his inner shirt, boots, pants and his mask that covers half of his face.

This person looks dangerous. He thought. His mere appearance gives a creepy vibes like he is surrounded by dark aura. The mysterious man leaned forward meeting both of their eyes. He's left in awe much more stung by the sight of deadly glare from the man. His iris we're red. He has tattoo on his eyes, in the middle starting few centimeters above his eyebrow ending an inch below his eyes. The mark was in a shape of lightning.

"Seems like we have one lad awake." His voice is like they're in the same age. But this didn't set aside the spiteful tone on every word he spit.

The man took out from his pocket a vial and a syringe. Pricking the rubber like cap, then pushing the plunger. He can't do anything but watch the man fill the barrel. And pushed the thoughts of having him injected by the unknown liquid. After transferring the fluid the man took out the needle, gently thrust the plunger spiting some of the blue thick liquid sprinkling to face of laying lad.

He struggled like fish taken out of a pond. Showing his unwanted feeling for being punctured by the needle. The man aimed for the popping veins in the right arm of the boy. He kept resisting.

"Stay still, or I'll slit this crap directly to your throat." The man scowled, showing every bit of his annoyance just by looking at his eyebrows meet.

He knew he's serious. Then he stayed still, accepting defeat. He can't do anything. He then hated himself for being weak. He knew he's frail. Flashes of memories flooding his thoughts while the needle pierces his flesh. A memory of him being pinned in the wall, being punched, kicked. He gripped the sheet of his bed anger, fear, jealousy he don't even know what he feel. It may appear excessive but this is the truth he know. The creep brought out a pointy knife, it's blade are shaped like diamond. Its end is a round metal that can only fit on fingers.

"Okay, so let's see what's inside you I'm going to open your guts." The man muttered with teasing tone. Then he started struggling again.

Holy frack. No way.

"You freak stop it, you can't open my body you lunatic!"
"Don't worry I will not be the only one who'll be crazy after I did this to you." Then the man pointed his knife to the laying boy's navel.

"Tim! Stop playing with him. I'll smack your head if you didn't stop." A loud girl's voice that gave a lit of hope to young man. He let out a sigh of ease, looking at the girl in the entrance.

The girl has silver long hair and blue eyes. Like an angel in disguise. She's wearing army green huntress dress and an over the knee black boots.

The bewitching lady stride to their position. Waterfalls like hair, bouncing in each step she take.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The laying man almost forgot his name.

Who am I again? Think... Think. Who am I?

The thump on his heart turned to a thump on his head. His head hurts. He have too many memories flowing on his thoughts but he still don't know his name.

I'm Unique.

"Who are you?!"
"What do you want?!"
"Why are you doing this to me?!"

Cliché words for captives bursted from his mouth. The girl touched him from his face down to his arms.

"Don't act like you don't know us. Try to remember it coco head." She knocked Unique's forehead. Her insults makes Unique like her more.

He balled up his fingers tightly forming a fist. His eyebrows met as if he is concentrating for a telepathic act. Again, flashes of memories flowed in his thoughts. Like he is inside a vacuum  with unending holographic presentation.

The flashes slowed down, then it stopped. He saw himself with the herd of teenagers, standing in front of a giant gate. Waiting for it to open.

"They are late. What makes them take too much time?" The girl in front of him  said as she faces them. Same girl that knocked his head. She's Ygritte.

"I must go and check for them." Unique almost failed to understand what the guy in mesh sleeveless birch color blazer and tortilla color harem pants. He has different accent.  He's Drift.

"No, let's trust their capabilities. We have to stick to the plan. Let's be patient." Said by the girl with black silky hair as long as wedding veil --- I almost stepped on it she's on my left side. Wearing a medieval merchant dress. This girl is Regine.

Tik tok. Tik tok. Tik tok.

Everyone can't stay still. Walking around--- to and fro, left and right.

Loud crack of crumbling stones broke the silence. Looking from a distance, several tubes of light comparable to a pipe that connects the sky and land appeared. It's every where but Unique is sure that this light is comes from the 13 realms of their Kingdom.

"Well done Vortex, Momentus and Beyonder." Said by Ygritte with a slight smile on her face.

The sound of cracks goes stronger.

The gate is opening.

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