11 Miss

Elos's POV

I cringe from the busted wall after witnessing Hollow's death with her body disfigured against the ground. 

"Aimlessly wandering for the final reach of the lost history…, " I repeated her words which stuck in my mind. Lying on the floor with my body spread while staring at the ceiling. 

Taking some time to rip the long sleeves of my jacket and wrap it around the gash on my arm. Before losing my focus as Trombe fades away into thin air. 

The constant pain in my body lessens except for my wounds. The rate of my heartbeat gradually slows down along with my adrenaline rush. Causing my body to feel sluggish, tired and calm. 

"Pieces of crap words, ridiculous, " I muttered, cursing to the dead woman. 

Still, I have a slight sense of respect for the dead but, her words cling to my mind like glue. Which I find annoying and stressful. 

Though, I cannot ignore the bits of truth in her words. 

I may diss her sentence but, I accept it as her opinion and not mine. Which means I am not convinced by Hollow and probably never consider myself to be lost on this new page of my life. 

"It's not an aimless wander. It's a strive even if this is going to be my final reach, " I murmured before sweeping off that hypocrite's opinion to the edge of my brain. 

To be honest, would not I also be a hypocrite for holding up my ideals? Maybe no, because one needs to force their ideals to become a hypocrite. 

A scene pops up in my mind, showing a group of 5 people with arms over each others' shoulders including Hollow. Standing in front of an absurd large camera with a large smile on each of their faces. They seem to be having the best time of their lives. 

The weird thing is, their eyes are glowing green in colour. Probably eye contacts? Wait, who would do that just for a photo session? I do not know. 

Anyways, who took the photo? Someone has to do the cameraman's job. Wait, this is from my perspective… I took the photo. 

Hollow said that they were all already dead, leaving me behind as the last member of the team. The leader, the pathetic one. 

"These tears, I don't like it, " My cheeks are suddenly wet after recalling the faces of my team members. 

The thought of not being able to remember their names and my relationship with them aches my heart. As if there are missing parts of myself, an incomplete being.  

Are we not all incomplete? Maybe, and 'perfect' is merely ideal. 

"Stop it, Elos, " I slapped myself out of my deep thoughts. Not wanting to fall into depression. 

"Trombe, " I said as I drew out an image of my inner companion in my mind and focused it within my heart. 

Even though we do not exchange any forms of communication, Trombe is a friend to me. The only one so far. 

Liquid aura envelopes my whole before extending to the empty sir beside me. As Trombe fully manifests while the side effects start to kick in. Which is constant pain on my whole body and saps stamina. 

"Help me get the food on the table, " I asked politely, as Trombe floats and grabs the plate. Putting it on the floor near me. 

I look over to the food and notice that there is less rice than before. Maybe due to my previous fight. At least, the chicken is still there. 

Trombe lifts me from my shoulders and gently sets me down against the wall. Taking the table cloth to wipe off the bloodstains from my cheeks. 

"Thank you, Trombe, " I said before losing my focus. Causing Trombe to fade away along with the pain. 

"It's cold, " I took a bite from the chicken, before munching onto it. Without care for whether it tastes good or not, as long as I get to fill my empty stomach. 

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3rd POV

"Miss, ever since the talk and fight between Elos and Hollow, our show live stream views from 'MeTube' increase by about 100%, " One of the staff members reported 

"How about the estimated profit we get out of this?" Miss asked after nodding. 

"Our Company 'Realistic' would get the triple amount of the initial profit estimated, due to many riches investing their money on us. "

"Now, start calculating the profit for our show 'RLGD' merchandises, " She orders before standing from her seat.

"The report will be ready for tomorrow, Miss. "

Miss turns her attention to the main screen. Gazing at Elos finishing his meal before covering himself with the table cloth. Curling himself into a ball on the kitchen floor. 

"Good night, Elos. Don't let the other participants bite, " She murmurs before turning on her back.

Through the main doors, she walks into the hallway briefly before arriving in her living quarters. Which is decorated with lavish furniture. Adorned with red, black and white themed colours.

She is about to take a shower until her telephone rings. The telephone which is only for business calls with people who have high ranks in society and organisations. This is possible because she sends some of her workers overseas to form a connection within the organisations or society. Which is also another means to prevent prank calls from trollers. 

"It could either be an opportunity or a hidden threat. Neh, either way, it helps in growing my company and plans, " Miss mutters before tossing her towel onto her king-size bed. 

"Hello, this is Miss of company 'Realistic' speaking. May I know your name and your business with me?" She picks up the call and leans against the table with one of her arms crossing the other. 

"This may be a sensitive topic to talk about, Miss. It's about the individual of the Specter race from your show, the man named Elos, " The feminine voice is lace with ice. Subtle, soft and sharp. 

Miss frowns upon hearing, before a smile plasters on her face, "I never thought that someone would quickly realise my show wasn't just a 'show'. How about your name and where do you hail from?"

"Doctor, a representative of Babel. "

 

 

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