Overcast || Ben Hargreeves

Chapter 2: A new Quest

Chapter Two: A new Quest

The blinding light of the sun that was shining through the window opposite the bed brought Helena to her senses. Her eyes flickered. And as her eyes opened, her body throbbed with a searing pain as her head was pounded wildly.

Then it hit her. Awareness came in a flash. Something is not right. Thoughts scrambled themselves to the surface as flashing images gradually became clear in her mind. She remembered at the memory of her incident during her quest and how she was mysteriously appeared in another place. Her thoughts was interrupted by the pain that coursed through her body like a haunting shiver. She looked down and noticed that she was lying on a bed, covered with multiple cushions.

She turned her head slowly and saw the outline of a short boy with a prestige uniform. She frowned. "Who're you?" Her stern voice caused the young boy's lips to curl in disgust. Helena observed the young boy who stood before her and she couldn't help but to think that he was intimidating. However, her thoughts says otherwise. She could feel his abilities radiating off as if there was like a strange yet alluring aura of power that constantly surrounding him.

And Helena had to admit that there was something quite strange about this boy, and she wondered if people ever got frighten because of him. But what unnerved her the most was when he suddenly lunged towards her like a predator. Their gaze met like a ringing steel as his pale face set in a cold glare, before Helena pushed him away aggressively.

 "I'm suppose to ask you that questions," he said through his gritted teeth and it was evident that he was disgusted by the presence of Helena. "Did they sent you? Did The Handler requested you? Tell me!" He bellowed and his jaw clenched and without warning, and quicker than a whip, he gripped Helena's arm.

"Trust me, I won't hesitate to kill you." He growled, rage flashing across his face.

She had enough of this tantrum. A newfound focus and strength overwhelmed her as she launched herself forward, trying her best to ignore the pain searing through her entire body, for the simultaneous anger and fear that was rising up within her overpowered the pain. Her eyes fixed upon her prey. Fury didn't even cover whatever anger she was feeling towards him right now.

"Enough!" She growled, her eyes dagger into his cold eyes like a cold knife. "I have no idea what you're talking about, little boy. And wherever I am right now, I will find my way back home even when it means killing you." Her voice louder this time and she dared for him to press on. "So tell me, who are you?" She said through her gritted teeth.

The young boy observed her for a moment as he took a step back in consideration. He maintained an unfazed manner as he was casually twirling an object around in his fingers – a ball, to be precise, not even bothering to acknowledge her presence – it was as if, he was having a war within himself. When he said nothing, her fists immediately clenched and her anger seemed to take control as she grabbed the object out of his hands.

"Tell me!"

He paused for a moment as his empty hand closed around the space the object has just been in his grasp. Then, he slowly took a step forward - and the change in height was substantial as he now towered above her, considering she was still sitting on the bed. She probably should have been afraid, especially as she took in the dangerous spark in his dark eyes. But she didn't care – she was blinded by pure loathing in that moment, and she wasn't even fazed by the deathly cold look on his entire face.

"Take a look at that," his voice went soft as his hands gestured to the object that she had took away from him.

She frowned but she didn't questioned him. Her eyes lingered upon the object and that's when questions start to wonder around her mind, "A prosthetic eyeball? What kind child game are they into these days?" She gave back the object to him aggressively.