Soul Fire (GUARDIAN BL)

Chapter 6. "That face.. and round rim glasses"

On the whereabouts of the loud crashes noise lie in front of them, Guo Chang Cheng and Chu Shu Zhi who quickly turned their faces when they heard the man's arrival.

Zhao and Da Qing are both panting heavily, chest both rose and fell with rapid breaths. They're almost catching their breaths. Zhao's shoulders fall-heavily both hands on his bended knee. Zhao eyes widened as it landed on to Chu who is bleeding, the corners of his eyes crinkled and went faster and closer to Chu.

"He's bleeding!" Zhao half shoutedly said, forehead furrowed, his brows drew together as he checked Chu's cut on his shoulder.

"I'm okay.." Chu said as he was steadying himself and continue.

"No matter what I do.. I can't opened it." Chu said while gesturing his eyes and face to the door in front of them. Zhao jerked his head towards the door and can clearly heard muffled voices inside locking them out of the outside world.

The door was solid metal. Nothing was going to budge it. The surface was flat and shiny like the outside of a stainless steel refrigerator. There was no handle, no lock, no hinges, nothing to get a grip on. The top and bottom, even the sides, lay so utterly flush with the frame that there was no hope of jemmying it open even if they had had a crowbar, but they had nothing of the sort. All they had was themselves and their weapons that can not budge this door.

"Fuck!" Zhao cursing through his breath, as he let out a frustrated sighed while shoving his hair back away from his face with both hands, turning away from the door and those pair of eyes staring at him.

He rubbed his forehead and take a look around the surroundings. They are in the forefront of the laboratory building. He glanced up to the ceiling in this subterranean laboratory. The light flickers chaotically, more like a joker flicking the switches up and down instead of it being a struggling electricity supply, casting a crepuscular glow within the place.

Meanwhile, it starts to stutter into pure blackness; at first the flickers are wildly space apart, yet soon they become so close together that there is more darkness than light.

Guo Chang Cheng's heart is beating so fast, you can see his pulse jumping in his neck as the bulb on the ceiling flickers. He was going to passed out. He was so sure. But he was trying his best to stay conscious or else he will angered Chief the most or nevertheless he will be left alone in here if he passed out. All he know is that he don't want to be in here when the light goes out. This laboratory is creepy enough for him with those cracked walls bleeding moisture from the sodden earth outside.

Zhao's face has a sheen that has nothing to do with the sudden feeling that at least remains perfect. He inhaled slowly rested his hand on the aging concrete and studied it like the random hair-line cracks had meaning. It wasn't a pleasant coldness. It was the kind that made you walk all the faster and brace your head against the wind. No matter how warm the blood in your veins, your face got frozen just the same. Perhaps a gesture to whatever god cursed him so, or an acceptance of the icy, numbing embrace of death. But he can't let those survivors inside to freeze themselves to death. God knows how long they been enduring the coldness.

His eyes went round burned with anger. His hands tighteneds into fists as he tilted his head, his eyes led himself into a silver-box password unlocker generator close to the side of the solid metal door. He adjusted the lapels of his jacket as he jerked his thumb towards the box.

His heaving breath fogged the chilly air before him. His eyes flickered over it before he spoke, his voice gravely and low yet rough.