Hybrid

【VIII】Soon

VIII.

I Pleaded and waited forever. Sadly, with little results. I knew he was alive, but didn't know for how much longer. He was breathing and I could feel his pulse even if it was weaker than the old woman's who gave me the luxurious chrysanthemum. At least it was something I could work with.

I shut my eyes yet again, hopefully this time I'd get a good outcome. If I could just get him awake before anything else happens, I'd be able to successfully take the ticket.

Too bad luck wasn't on my side.

I heard a loud crash from down the hall, the sound of glass smashing. My eyes bolted open as I scanned the room, my hands smacking the ground from the tight hold they were in, hitting a cylinder glass bottle which created a small clinking sound to echo throughout the silent room.

I looked down curiously at the murky bottle on the floor and lifted the tiny container to read the teal label adorned upon it.

"Propofol." I exclaimed aloud. "Propofol...." I couldn't quite place my finger on what it was till I saw the needle he injected himself with on the floor, lingering by his motionless body. Of course. A sedative.

I lifted his hand, the weight instantly smashing to the ground once I let go. He was knocked out completely, and that's when it struck my mind. 'This was it. Is now or never to snatch that ticket and you know it Sienna.'' Poor guy, knocked himself out, but that wasn't my problem. And now that I knew he wasn't dead but simply unconscious, I wouldn't regret anything if I saved my life. He just helped make it easier. Even if that makes me a revolting, horrible, and terrible person, would anyone drop this opportunity in my situation?

Thought not.

I looked around his still damp-with- blood vest on the floor first, digging my hands through each pocket as I searched for the golden ticket.

Nothing.

I found nothing other than the bottle of pain killers. He seems to've drugged himself before taking the pain killers. Never seen anyone do it in that order before which is probably smart since it takes some time for the sensitive to kick in.

I wiped my now red stained fingers on the lap of my gown, clearing them as much a possible from the crimson ink. My clean emerald gown was now tinted burgundy from my palm prints, but it still looked luxurious.

I kept looking through all his garments, not wasting a second, until a cool hand placed its icy fingers over mine, stopping me dead.

"I think I'll be taking his ticket." A seductive voice presumed as it reached for his jacket pocket, instantly swapping out the golden ticket before my hands could clasp it.

"He's my prey." The cold figure finished. I turned around to see who is was, my already horrible day becoming worse once I saw that dead straight crimson hair stop midway down a sleek navy dress.

Aurora.

Even though she was just a nymph, she was lucky enough to be able to control both ice as well as water. Control. Something I never learned here, though that's what this place apparently supports due to Mrs. Sullavin's words.

"I think you're mistaken." I attacked back, grabbing her shoulder before she could leave, "That's my ticket." This was a competition, so I wasn't gonna hold back. I could finally do whatever I wanted without a penalty. This game isn't all that bad now that I think about it. Despite the blood, pain, blood, weapons, blood, near death, and did I mention blood?

"Your ticket?" She scoffed as she looked at me, "I don't believe you have a say." Frost began forming into a tiny ball in the palm of her hand, growing bigger and bigger with each blinking eye.