High Society: The tales from Victory

SPATIAL [Part IV] (Chapter 25)

Flickering. Her eye opened wide. Her body laid sprawled against the cold wet floor. The air was thick with the scent of moss and algae. The walls were dark, with the exception of the pink gems that illuminated the walls thoroughly, but were sparse above her.

Her body wouldn't move. She was as vulnerable as a puppet with its strings cut. Her fingers twitched, a good sign, but her head was hazy, lost in the clouds. Her thoughts simply lay on nothingness. A simple, yet daunting task.

Not to say.

Not to think.

Not to act.

Just lie down and accept whatever fate had presented her. Rotting away in a delusional fantasy. A fantasy that played miraculous tricks on her mind. Why did she not abandon what they have given her? She could have warped herself out at any point from that hospital, but the kindness they showed, despite their medical obligation, was satisfactory enough, she supposed. Although, the pity she couldn't stand.

"What a tragic thing."

"So young too."

"She fell with the wrong because she didn't have a strong upbringing."

"If only somebody loved her."

She'd prefer being glared at with searing hatred then looked down upon. Broken doesn't mean they want pity or sympathy. Broken needs to be fixed. If not it will only know destruction. Ruin to ruin, dust to dust.

For a moment she imagined a face, sickly happy with specks of blood on their face. Their blue hair plastered to their face with sweat. Even if it was his favorite thing, it was difficult work.

As the visage grew more prevalent, she attempted to fight to get her body back up, but the haze worked fine enough as shackles pinned her to the floor. 

The visage drew near with a scalpel. She could feel her heartbeat accelerate, her blood pumping furiously through her body. She wanted to scream, but cloth gagged her. There was a knock and he turned his head.

She reached out and with a thought a metal tray with a series of malicious tools flew at the surgeon's body. She blinked and she was on her feet, unsure of how the shackles broke loose. She ran toward the window, with her eyes shut… or at least she thought, for she had no idea how she ended up outside, only that she ran. Everything was hazy.

Haze.

Now that Phoebe looked to her hands she realized she was standing. The green stone beneath her stayed firm, but she was rocky. She looked back toward the wall, above her head's resting location.

Pink gems decorated a large stone slab which read SPATIAL. Phoebe shrugged it off and took a step forward to see the large room she was in. With a quick glance she was able to realize she was in an underground lake, on the center island. She looked around to see plenty of smaller islands with rope and wood plank bridges connecting them. 

She looked down to the water and flung her arm forward. A small rock launched into the water, skipping across the surface about 6 times before a vast array of tentacles surfaced and destroyed the stone. 

Phoebe looked down at the water. Wondering if any of the people she traveled with were down there. Would they be alive? Were there even corpses in there? Perhaps they are at the bottom… but maybe the bottom is miles deep.

Suddenly another thought irked her. She looked back to her location, not a single water source lead to it. The island itself was yards above the surface. She thought briefly and concluded she must have teleported up without knowing… it hadn't been the first time she had done it.