Five Lives Left

Episode Five: The Deal between Foes

My consciousness started to improve. Everything was gradually clearing up. Unfortunately, my no-good vision still wasn't in good condition; my eyeglasses got shattered from that streetfighter session with that hunk. I should've considered having contact lenses for cases like these.

Oh wait, stores are closed anyways. There's no way I could buy myself a new pair of glasses nor a pair of graded contacts.

My body ached as I tried getting up; leaning against the wall having my entire system gain its composure. My eyes drifted to a direction wherein I saw him fast asleep — sitting down a few steps away from me facing here, shirtless. Has this dude experienced hypothermia before? Because by the looks of it, he's enjoying the cold weather.

Remembering the chaotic event a while ago got me a bit curious about his heartbeat patterns: He had this furious and melancholic pattern while he's attempting to do that thing. Too bad for him, he failed at a good time. It is as if everything he does was something worth regretting later. Even back at that sunrise siege, he's really not entirely confident with seizing me or anyone.

Yeah, that gives, our troops were injured but not dead. Although I might have killed some of his men with this extraordinary power of mine, he didn't shoot any of the crew I was with. Or is it just my imagination trying to see anything good in a person? If I wasn't there in the first place, could they have been killed or left as is? He's not that fat-headed general after all... He could be different. I already sensed the weakness hiding inside of him, he's an easy enemy.

But why should I care for a person who almost took my virginity? Considering that I had a boyfriend once but was an ass so I immediately broke up, even kissing is a no zone for me. The aim here was to bring justice to the victims of the late massacre and the family I once had. Price should be paid equal to the mistake they've made; that's how karma works. In fact it wasn't a mistake at all, it happened on purpose in pursuit of wrapping the world within their fingers.

Abruptly, I stood up to find a bathroom to clean my wounded self. I was bathing with blood, sweat and tears. And that the more I walk, the more my legs would feel weak. As well as my head aching from the seizure earlier — could've been dead if he's that dumb to properly inject a patient. Surprisingly, he had knowledge about it because the needle never broke apart from his shaky hands.

Just as I thought, my bag was just around the corner of the room the time I was trying to squint my eyes on spotting it. I could get to change into proper clothes. This dumb animal couldn't even manage to hide things. Thinking about his tom-foolery made me smirk in the worst possible way, mocking his incapacity to properly kidnap a victim.

Speaking of that idiotic kidnapper, where are the rest of the women who angrily threw massive encyclopedias on me a while ago? And the broken window was completely smashed open that the awfully cold wind could just enter in. He let them escape for God-knows-what purpose.

"I don't think those women could be trusted anyway. Something about them feels off since I got here." Mumbling to myself, I pondered on grabbing my things.

The small vials containing enough dose for my sickness were still intact as I held one of them. Microchoroxium vax Aeternis was the labeled name for it that I invented and invested my time in creating just to save other people having the same struggle as me. There's nothing left for me to do but get on with the current events and change plans as soon as possible.

It's past 3pm and I'm dying of hunger... the ultimate migraine was killing me as of this moment. I needed to get outta here to get me something to eat. Those knuckleheads didn't even give me a single candy bar from their good stash of rations stocked in their lockers. Lucky them, no one died. If not, they'd be cursing me like there's no tomorrow.