Eidolon // H.S

Harry Harry Styles

I don't remember falling asleep, or for that matter waking. I had spent the dark night in a daze, my conscious consumed by hundreds of thoughts making it impossible to focus on just one. The mattress beneath me, solid, adding to the discomfort.

The room had fallen into a state of silence after the 'black blood' girl's outburst of pure insanity. Making the general atmosphere one of intense unease.

It had therefore been a forceful knock on the door shaking the entirety of the room, that had alerted us of morning.

"Get up and get dressed. I'll be back in 10" Akiva's gravelly voice echoed through my ears. His direct order being obeyed by all.

Shuffling to the edge of the bed I let my head hang. Taking a moment to compose before raising into a seated position. I used the palm of my hands to rub my eyes, progressing to straighten the clothes I had slept in.

Draped over the frame of every bed was wad of black material, perfectly assorted as to fit each individual - t-shirt, trousers and below a pair of trainers. With a look of uncertainty my eyes danced from corner to corner. Muscular nakedness was the only way I could describe it, twelve others so confident stripping to the bare bone in order to change.

In a swift motion when I was sure no one was looking, I changed. Discarding of the old and replacing it with the new.

Sure enough ten minutes later Akiva returned, this time he did not signal his presence. It was the first chance I had, had to gaze upon his appearance and it definitely didn't disappoint. Soft facial features contrasted by a defined jaw line, dark eyes with a hint of orange embodying his persona.

He was beautiful, even with the scar that projected across the breadth of his face; It had faded, but you could see it clear enough.

"Follow me" we complied. Some of us more eager than others, two females and one male pushing forward with a look of awe.

Leaving the living quarter we paced the minimalist hallways, four rights, straight on and one left. The space felt cold, no trace of personality, only walls and room after room. And behind the cloned doors, noise, conversing and laughter - lots of it.

"I'll be handing you over to Kaz for the morning, where he will begin the first section of the tests" halting in the hallway Akiva stopped, eyes closed and face blank.

"Don't piss him off" shaking his head with a look of annoyance that ignited every muscle within him. The action leaving me worried.

Placing his hand to an ivory pad the machine recognised him with an automated 'access granted'.

A combat ground; the room furnished to equip for a fight, or a slaughter. A man in a leather jacket demanded attention. With sharp eyes and a spine chilling stare, he stood with arrogance and contempt.

"Now what do we have here" his words curdled with the flick of a tongue. He jolted his body, looking at the two men who stood diagonally behind him.

"I'm Kaz and today you will fight for your life" he rotated back, a laugh of malevolence escaping his lips. I cringed back within myself searching for an escape, but there was none.

Heads bent and shoulders hunched, even the strongest of us stood in silence as we cowered from Kaz. There was no doubt in the sincerity of his words.

"You" he pointed the auburn girl, her locks scraped back into a harsh plat. She let her eyes meet his stare.

"What's your name?" he asked. Although he wasn't really paying much attention to her reply.

"Sansa" she pronounced, her voice steady.