Quest Of Elites (HU's Book 2)

Prologue

My wounds hurt real bad, that all I could do is to squeeze my eyes and endure the pain. It's on my back, three bullets hit me when I tried to save Loki and I. I can hear the noise from the ambulances and police cars, as they leave one by one to go to the hospital.

Pero bakit hindi ako kasama kung sugatan din ako? Yun ay dahil kulang ang staffs para asikasuhin lahat.

I can hear people's cries and it sounded so painful, too. Everything in my vision was dark. When I opened my eyes, I saw that I was already in a stretcher. No one's treating my bleeding wound for there are students who are even severe than I.

Even when my vision started to turn unclear, I did not complain. I understand why the medic hasn't treated me yet. I struggled to sit and shake my head, shut my eyes tightly and slapped myself to wake up. And it worked.

Nagising ang pahihimatay kong diwa kahit na kinakapos na ako ng hininga. Napupuno na ng dugo ang puting tela na nasa stretcher at pakiramdam ko hinahabol ako ng kamatayan sa bilis kong huminga.

I roamed my eyes in front of me. I was stunned, for minutes I thought of wondering if who would survive and who would not. Hidden University is in a complete mess and chaos. The buildings and other establishments are now fading, they are falling as people leave.

The only one that stood mighty and high was the Student Council Office. It's still whole. Just like how the Council did it for years, their domicile was still fighting. I've reminisced for minutes. About how we did it for years too, how we fought and survived. How we built our friendship.

And speaking of friends?

Inilibot ko ang paningin para hanapin kahit ang isa sa kanila. Pero wala akong nakita. Siguro ay nadala na sa hospital o kinuha na ng kanilang pamilya.

My eyes dropped. Why do I feel so lonely all of a sudden? Or maybe this was what I should feel because I'm soon leaving Hidden University, too. Well, I'm alone in the first place. After a minute or two, I decided to just stand up and find a cab. I'll go to my mom, I wanna see her. Her grave. I missed her so much.

The thought is anticipating.

I was about to rise up but my knees went weak. I thought then I'll fall but firm hands held my waist and shoulder.

"Adira."

Then I heard his voice, it sounded manly this time. Unlike the last time that he sounded like a singsong cheerleader in his high-pitched voice.

Nanghihinang napatingin ako kay Natte, kagaya ng inaasahan ay tumangkad pa siya lalo at nakangiti pa rin kahit ganito na ang kalagayan ko.

If I know, he's enjoying watching me suffer.

"Natte…"

"Hi, miss me, little Adira? It's been years," he said while grinning. I tried to move but he tightened his grip in my arm.

I almost flinch because of his strength but my ego couldn't let me show it. Not when he's around.

"Let go of me," I said coldly, eyes deadly sharp and he knows that I never bluff whenever in this condition.

He sighed. "I'm just worried, don't make it hard for you. Come, I'll take you to the car," he offered.

Kahit ayaw ko ay sapilitan niya akong kinaladkad. He's not gentle. I'm used to it (kahit matagal na kaming hindi nagkikita) even if I'm in the berg of life and death situation, he won't be gentle with me.

Why would he anyway? He's Natte Alfconsour, my bastard step brother who loved to always beat me upon things. And he's here? I wonder if dad's here too.