7 Bizarre
2 hours after Vida was found.
**Elos's POV**
"Ack!" I was woken up with a headache. Facing the walls of the hallway and felt a slight difference with my body. Something springy and slick instead of rough.
"A… wheelchair?" I muttered while wriggling my bottom. Looking at the wheelchair beneath me in surprise. Feeling comfier than ever.
Finally! Fabric instead of cold marble floor to sit on!
I wonder in delight as I relax my arms on the armrest. The strains on my muscles sipping away against the soft cushions.
The sweet moments only last for seconds before particular words struck my thoughts. The words Luka uttered before I went unconscious.
"If I can survive… this death game, " I repeated his words with the sudden realisation of the deep situation I am in.
Death has many definitions if one took the topic in a literal sense.
But to me, a death game could mean two things... I either survive or die. Nothing more or less.
The risks of death still struck fear in my heart. Especially after all of the experience with the spikes and the moving wall. I could have died in any of those moments if I slipped up.
"Yes, I will reach for the answer. No matter what, " I gripped hard onto the armrest. My eyes narrow as I look at the right, gazing at a dead-end.
I know the past would not make much difference to my situation. But, walking around blindly will likely be my grave. Better than wandering around like a moving corpse.
In other words, this motivation to find about my identity is the only reason I can keep striving forward. Anyone who blocked my path would pick up dust on the ground.
"My leg?" Upon remembering my injury, I looked down to find my torn left thigh stopped bleeding. I touch onto something slimy substance, coloured blue which seems to be covering the large wound.
The pain is still there, but subtle compared to before. Seems like this slime has pain suppressing properties. Or my leg is getting numb from all of the constant pain. Either way, it helps my endurance.
"Luka…, " I muttered the man's name. The one who applied this slime on my wound.
Mysterious. Even though he told me his reason for not killing me before. I still do not believe him because it feels too vague and unbelievable. Maybe, I have trust issues.
Other than that, if I want answers, I have to chase after him. Which I will despite my current condition.
"Eh? This is, " I opened my left palm and found a small piece of paper. I unfolded and read the content, "'You're welcome for the wheelchair, from - Luka'. "
This is a weird turn of events. He said that he wanted to take my life but he also helps me. This is a surprise, a welcome one to be exact.
Yet again, I could not afford to be picky with fate.
"There's no turning back, only forward. Just, forward, " I breathe in heavily for a few seconds before exhaling. To reduce the anxiety pent up in my mind.
I closed my eyes and recalled back the burning sensation of my body. Triggering my adrenaline rush manually by remembering back the fear I felt.
"Trombe, " I whispered. Feeling the liquid aura enveloping my body. Licking my skin with its coldness.
The rate of my heartbeat increased, reaching a constant. In response to my muscles convulsing in pain as I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my blood vessels.
I slowly opened my eyes and saw a pair of Trombe's translucent arms. Each connected to my shoulders acting as my extra limbs.
Trombe grabs onto both of the wheels and turned the wheelchair to the left. Helping me to move into the hallway.
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"That smells good, " I said after reaching the end of the hallway. Which is a cafeteria.
It was spotlessly clean and the marbles tiles were reflective. Unlike the messy hallway.
There are plastic round tables with metal stools. Simplistic with no unnecessary decorations. With a white and grey colour theme.
Nevertheless, this place seems too neat and fishy. But, my hunger is too distracting which causes the smell to be more, enticing.
"It's not here, " I quickly observed the area and there was no food in sight. Until I spot a door behind a counter.
A sign read 'kitchen' could be seen above the door. As Trombe moves me with the wheelchair towards it.
The door is already opened. I peeked inside and found roasted chicken rice on a plate laying on the large kitchen counter.
"This seems too good to be true…, " I said while feeling conflicted between two decisions. To come and dine, or ignore it and continue my way towards the next hallway.
But, I could die out of starvation if I walk away without eating anything. And, it felt like I have not eaten anything for a long time after waking up from my coma.
"What goes around, comes around I guess, " I entered the kitchen and approached the food, before stopping myself from doing so.
My guts were alerting about something with no reason whatsoever. Maybe there are risks of eating that food. Poison? Probably.
I took a few seconds of a good look on it before turning my attention to somewhere else. I glanced around and saw many closed cabinets, "Are there food in those?"
Upon realisation, my constant headaches are likely due to lack of eating. So, I need to search for food fast. Preferably, no risks.
"Nothing… "
"Nothing here either. "
"Same. "
"Please be there… empty. "
I closed back the last cabinet of the kitchen drawer. The smell of the food on the kitchen counter causing my stomach to rumble more in hunger.
The steams puffing from the roasted chicken rice is enough to make me drool. As if I could already taste the chicken just by looking at the brown texture.
I sighed, feeling my mind exhausted from deciding to either eat or not. Then, It only took me a few seconds to lose to my hunger and quickly fall for the delicious temptation.
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**3rd POV**
"Quick! Call Miss! Participant 'Hollow' is going to engage with Elos soon!" One of the members shouted frantically while quickly grabbing onto a bucket of popcorn.
"Aren't you the closest one to the telephone?" The other one replied. Seeing his colleague being excited about it instead of doing his job properly.
"Oh, you're right. My bad. "
"Good, pick it up and click the button. Miss will wake-up and come here later. "
"Where is it! Where is it!?"
"By the lords! It's right in front of you. "
"Thanks, man. You save my arse right there. " The clumsy staff member scratches his flushed cheek.
"Don't mention it. You're lucky Miss isn't here to see you panicking with the basics of your job or else. "
"I know…, " He shyly replied and picked up the telephone before clicking the button underneath. "Miss, we got another live stream in our hands. 'Hollow' is about to engage in a fight against Elos. "
"I'll be right there, " Miss answered through the line.
After several seconds, Miss enters the broadcast room and finishes closing the last button of her business suit. Along with some flies under her arm.
"That's fast. "
"What? Did you expect less from me? My living quarters are just next door, literally, " Miss answered swiftly before sitting on her large one person sofa.
"Oh? He is eating now, how cute. Focus the main cam on his back but not too close, " She gave orders as her workers nod.
"Miss, the live stream audiences and the worldwide live broadcast to the whole Terra. "
"Setup a large scale live stream for 'Metube' platform. The same goes for the television broadcast. "
"But, Miss. We got a message that we have to pay an expensive price to replace the current shows on display with our live broadcast. "
"No biggy. Use my money from my bank account to pay. "
"Alright, Miss. "
Miss did care much about her wealth and focus on the main screen. She intertwined her fingers together and said, "Now, show your wits, Elos. "
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**Elos's POV**
There were spoons and forks, but I did not care much about it. Planning to use hands to eat the food.
Out of greed and hunger, I grabbed the roasted chicken drum and accidentally hit the glass of water with my arm.
"Oh shoot!" My body shifted to the side by reflex and managed to prevent the glass from falling with Trombe's help.
At that moment, I could hear something stab the counter.
I lifted my upper body back up and saw a knife stabbed on the counter. Which could have stabbed my head if I did not move.
I trace back the movement of the knife and gaze above towards the ceiling. My eyes widened at the scene.
Those are a lot of knives…
