Lucid Memories

Chapter 18

3rd Person POV

The man woke up in a daze. The man grabbed his head in a mix of fatigue that wore him out and a nasty throbbing feeling that even the slightest movement made him curse at the troublesome agony. That's if he could even lift a finger at this point.

Meekly, he peek around his setting. That's when he was aware of his situation. He was being hanged on a lone reinforcing bar from the incomplete—destroyed part of the laboratory. Only a single piece of rope that connected himself to the bar was the only mechanism keeping him from crashing from 7 floors to concrete. But he was lying to himself if he could hear—much less see what was at the bottom of the pit. He was scared. He knew he was being irrational but that sentiment couldn't convince him no matter how many times he say it to himself. He struggled a little against the ropes that bind him but that did the opposite affect he was looking for. The rope twisted and bit into his already pale skin. He knew it was going to leave an irritated red mark. But he couldn't stop it. The feeling of eyes watching him was enough to squirm underneath it. A feeling he already knew the answer to.

"What's wrong Professor? Scared?"

With that voice, he's reminded that she understood how fearful he was in this situation. Like anyone wouldn't be. All that would top the sundae off would be a certain violet eyed man who's name he was scared of speaking out loud. At least it wasn't the wrong case situation...

He raised his head up to see the girl there. She sat on his office chair located a few stories down. But what frightened him the most was that she was already staring at him. He held in a weep—a cry of maybe he'll be rescued.

"What do you want?" He manage to get his voice out after the minutes of silence.

"Your head"

"Wha—why? I don't know you...! I've never seen you before?! Just who are you!"

He had to try. If he fake his ignorance maybe he'd be fine. Maybe. That was the only thing he was cling on now. If he managed, he'll be able to escape the island. This project was now too dangerous for him now. He needed a way to leave—now...!

But all he saw was the girl sighing. She was not amused. Soon she pulled out some kind of 9mm pistol and shot him with it.

Bang!

Although the bullet barely—lucky or not—barely cut his ear, he knew it was a warning. She had the power to end him right here and now if she wanted to. Then his plans will be burnt into a crisp. He couldn't let it happen. He had to survive. Even if it meant throwing everything away. He wanted to live. Badly.

"Has this stimulated your memory?" Her sickly sweet voice that he once described years ago disappeared and only a cool monotonous one remained. Was everything they did affected this much or was it a catalyst that changed her life like this. He wasn't sure but he needed to answer her sooner before it's too late.

"Yes..." He heard himself whisper. He didn't have the energy to continue this is facade. He was too tired. Hopefully he wasn't penalized for this. "So now what? What will you do to me?"

With a stroke of luck—maybe it was her own form of pity to the man—she ignored the comment and brought out two pills which laid on one of his medical trays. He knew before there was still blood stained on it. Probably a few month ago if he recalls.