15 Bullet To The Brain

Elos's POV

"AARRGGHH!" I grunt in pain with my eyes widened. The burning sensation eating away the skin and flesh of my right arm hurts much like hell. As the colourless acid sizzles into the meat of my limb. 

I rather lose an arm than experiencing overtime pain!

I turned around and found a row of books. Picking out the thinnest one, I bite onto it to suppress my screams. In case that there is someone nearby. If this was not a death game, I would gladly scream for help all the time.

No joking that I was tempted to cut off my right arm but that will cause further blood loss. 

With the amounts I lose during the previous experiences, anymore major bleeding would lead to weakness, and eventually death. Either by my own mistakes, or others' doing.

"Water!" On the counters in front of me. I spot a faucet with a large sink. So, that is my ticket to wash away the acid from my arm. 

With my only good left arm, I drag myself across the floor. There is no use to manifest Trombe because I am panicking and the rate of my heartbeat is irregular. Also, I need to conserve my energy for a possible fight on this floor. 

Across the room, I grab onto a chair with small wheels and pull myself up. I push from a counter to another counter and eventually reach the sink. 

"There's no water, " I muttered after turning on the faucet. No some sort of liquid flowing out of it. 

I grit my teeth against the book in my mouth as I glance at other places in the room for alternative solutions. 

Racking my brain to draw out the knowledge I have regarding chemistry. 

My mind clicks in an imaginary gear as an idea appears. 

Neutralisation reaction, when an alkali solution reacts with an acid solution to produce water and metal salt. 

From there, I keep my eye out for any alkali solution in the room. There is none in the previous shelf, the same goes for the others. 

No signs of alkali solution from top to bottom of the room. There are only small glass containers of the same acid. 

"Only one choice left, " I mumble and glance at the wrapped jacket on my right wrist. 

Using my left hand, I unwrapped the jacket and inserted it under my right armpit. Folding it up onto my right shoulder before tying it into the toughest knot I can do with the help of my teeth. Putting the book away afterwards. 

This does not solve the whole problem with the acid, but it can slow down the process from entering into the rest of my body by restricting the flow of my blood vessels from the right arm. 

Only then, I recollect my thoughts and wipe off the sweats from my face. Calm and patience is a type of medicine while panicking more would draw out excess adrenaline which can accelerate the bleeding of my previous wounds. 

"Footsteps, " I whispered to myself and remained silent. Sitting still on the chair near a door. 

One, two, three and the footsteps stop. No more than that and this person might be standing in front of this room. Specifically, on the opposite side of the door, based on the sound waves I could see and hear nearby. 

If this person thought that I am unaware of his or her presence. I could take advantage of that fact, but the keyword is 'if'. 

"That is?" I muttered as my gaze followed a spherical metal object which was thrown from the gaps of the door, bouncing off the wall. 

The object falls and rolls on the floor before coming to a stop at the centre of the room. 

Is that some kind of contraption? An invention created during my coma? If so, I might have slept for a long time. 

My guts are warning me of some kind of danger, even though the metallic object seems harmless.

The top part of the round object flaps opens revealing small vents underneath. Follow by the sound of a click. 

Red coloured gases leak out from the metal object. Quickly occupying the spaces of the small room. 

The gas is something nasty. My instincts are tingling about it. And, I am not taking the risk of staying in a room with some kind of deadly fart vapour. 

"Trombe, " I muttered as a ripple of sound waves appears on the floor. Trombe fully manifested itself by climbing out of it. 

As Trombe and I share the same flow of thoughts. It moves according to my plan and removes one of the two hinge joints of the door, quietly. 

The person, the assailant, might be waiting with a weapon ready to hack me if I were to open the door normally. So, I have to get out in bizarre ways, again. Though, this could also work as a surprise. 

I push myself out of the chair and slide on the slippery marble floor towards the door. Trombe gives an uppercut on the bottom part of the door. Flipping the tough wooden door upwards. 

A rough bang could be heard as the door hit the assailant's chin. While I managed to slide out of the room on the floor. 

The assailant seems to be wearing a modern full suit of thick fabric armour. It seems to be a male because he does not wear any helmet and the flipped door is blocking his face.

Regardless of that, the door manages to stagger the assailant. And I would not let this chance pass by, even a second is precious for the sake of survival. 

Trombe swiftly slides in between the assailant and I. Delivering a quick jap towards his right leg but, he did not react one bit.

It's sturdier than metal! I could feel the sensation of Trombe's left fist jabbing it with mine. 

Again!

In the blink of an eye, Trombe delivers approximately 15 knuckles at the same leg but it still does not budge. 

"You're underestimating my technology too much, " The assailant said before using his other leg to block Trombe's incoming punch. 

He stomps his right leg in between Trombe and I. 

I could hear the audible mechanical gears turn from his suit. As he kicks at my belly with the force of a large Warhammer. Forcing all the air out my lungs in one cough. 

"TUACK!" Bits of blood flew out of my mouth. My whole body arcs forward due to the great strength behind the assailant's kick. 

I got knocked away into the air of the hallway and fell rough onto the ground. Rolling to a stop with a slam against the wall of a dead end. Knocking the air out of me once more.

With my focus loss, Trombe reverts to normal sound waves before fading away. 

My senses were thrown off. So, it took me a few seconds to get myself off the floor with my only good left arm. 

Another click could be heard from a distance. I turn my gaze to the right and the assailant is holding a 6-barrel firearm, a revolver. 

He pulls the trigger and fires. The bullet soars through the air glinting under the bright fluorescent light, aiming towards my forehead.