Kabanata VIII
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There are three types of people. Some of them wants to use you. Some of them want to get used by you. Others wants to abuse you and some of them want to be abused.
I never truly know someone.
You'll never know someone really is unless you're attached and really close to them or use force into that person to explore every dirty cobwebs, crack in the wall, loose floorboards and every single of hidden niche. Though no matter how hard you try humans are always going to have secrets that no one would possibly uncover... unless you trek deeper.
Once you travel that far there's no turning back. You'll be drowning in the the tidal waves of secrets and away from the shore. Completely losing yourself from sinking in the abyss of no return. Information is a drug. Like cigarettes knowing one day they're going to kill you yet you keep going back for more.
The walls of my brain began to cave in, all stunned and paralyze to even breathe. I searched my brain for an answer but none of this made sense. Seems the reality show forged all of this fucking my mind. Nothing made sense. After we got back in the bunk I sunk and ball myself beneath the covers. For now what I need is a clear head. No more distractions. No more thoughts. They are destroying me. Please, no more thoughts.
Little did I know silence was a killer too...
I awoke and did not find myself looking at the ever-familiar ceiling. No. I was staring at a dark, metallic, rectangular box.
Like anyone else would react in this type of situation normally I panicked, hitting my head on the black hard surface above my body in the process. What the—
"It's awake sir."
"Call Dr.Han and inform him on carrying to conduct another experiment. Bring out the corpse."
Then everything started to crumble. Gravity lost it's control. Smoke blanket the air making it harder to breathe. I cough and choke on my own saliva till I hurl bile mixed with blood. My hands where shaking. The blob background taken shape. Blood and fire was everywhere. Every corner of my old bedroom then I tripped on something. My brother's body. He was on the floor drowning with his own blood. The scene was too much I crawled backwards trying to escape the reality. What was going on? I don't understand... What happened?!
"...L-lazulith"
Taki's corpse reach for me. I want to help him. He is my brother after all, but the urge died when the atmosphere changes. Something doesn't add up. It didn't felt right.
"..my..Lazulith~" He was desperate attacking me and tackled me down the floor. Hovering my form only to be choked. His decaying face shows emotion mixture of anguish, despair and betrayed.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"
"Lazuli!
LAZULI!!!
God damnit wake the hell up woman!"
"Gakuen?" I was panting hard. "H..how did you get—"
"You where trashing around like a dying rabid street dog. Thank God we don't have any neighbors or else they might think some bloody murder that—" Thwak! "Feeling the love here honey." He added sarcastically after I smashed the lamp on his head.
"Shut up goblin." I grumbled then flop back to bed under the sheets. This idiot.
"... Hey." He sighed.
"Seriously, what's up with you lately?" How the fuck should I know? "Ever since with that date night from your mysterious caller you've been acting strange." He move closer to me. "What happened?"
"Don't remind me." I dreaded.
He sigh. "Fine but if you feel like talking there's a wall over there." He joked then tug the blanket before laying beside me.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting some rest. It's your fault I didn't get any sleep last night." He grunted before hugging me.
"Oi get off!" I trashed again but the devil won't budge. Faint snoring followed by his steady heartbeat. "Hey, no one could fall asleep that fast!" I yelled but then again I couldn't blame the guy. He obviously need the sleep. The dark circles blessing his eyes tells me to let it slide this one. When I made sure he was asleep absentmindedly a smile broke into my face. This guy shall be the death of me.
"Thanks idiot."
The clock reads 10:45am when I smelled bacon and waffles in the air. Without putting a fight surprisingly I fixed the bed before leaving the room and went straight where the amazing smell coming from. Kitchen.
"Morning kyongno~"
"What's cooking doc?"
"Bacon toast, omelette rice and blueberry waffles for brunch." He sang.
"Hmm~ sounds tempting... Too bad I'll die from food poisoning."
"Ha ha, hilarious." He dryly laugh before pouting like the idiot he is. I laughed then began to run the coffee maker.
"Got any plans for today?"
"Actually how about some break from work? I badly wanna put an 'out of order' sticker on my head and hibernate in my room." I finished two cups with periwinkle art in it's foam.
"Or we can go out and unwind~ The Montemayor brothers are throwing a pool party tonight." He made some waves with his eyebrows while I wolf down five waffles in one go.
"Manwhore I am not gonna be a chauffeur tonight."
"You didn't decline." He have this shit eating grin on his face that I wanna wipe with the coffee maker.
"You know I hate crowded places." I pointed a fork to him. Mentally debating which eye to stab first. Left or right?
"But you're my wing man! C'mon L don't be such a drag."
"I am NOT going. End of discussion."
"It's just some party. Loosen up." Rolling his eyes he drank his cup then spit it out on the floor.
"I just brewed that." I deadpan.
He keep saying hot!hot!hot! while fanning a hand to his burn tongue. Did I already said he's an idiot?
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"You done yet?" I tap my foot furiously to the defenseless ground. Can't the guy pick his pace?
"Last finger print... and~ done!" Finally for a second there I thought he grew attached to the pile of metal.
"M-my car. Wh..at h-happened to my poor car... Look at what it has been through y-ou...!"
You can hear the man from the rental place on the background sobbing pathetically. His so called precious car is covered with dents, bullet holes, layers of wet dust, blood and intestines from running into so many people. The blame is on him in the first place for letting a psychotic driver in the wheels. We just ignore his despair and continued heading to our marry way using a carnapped vehicle Jewel wired after the wet market incident.
"So...where's the next stop?" I can practically see his eyes forming into stars. They've just met once and now he has the Naj virus.
"Don't care. Why not ask Mr. Skyscraper over there? Oh wait—YOU KNOCK HIM OUT." I sarcastically hiss, I point my thumb behind me where a certain brown haired male wrapped with duck tape laying on his stomach in the backseat with bleeding head.
3 hours earlier...
"We need to leave."
"No I'm good. I think I'm gonna stay here."
"L I'm serious."
"So am I. Hey baldy double the payment."
"You already won seven sport cars and two choppers stash with bucks. Let the guy win already so we can get the hell out of here."
"And let him walk away with my air jet? No can do bud." I weight my strength to the right. The buff man faced me covered in sweat looked like about to take a shit.
"When I said make a diversion I didn't mean play a fucking arm wrestle with every rich fuckers here." Jewel deadpanned with an irk mark floating on his head.
The crowd watched in anticipation. Mostly of the competitors fights to make me leave since I always win and I'm draining their goods. My Illegal shitty life is paying off.
"We have a lead."
He dropped the bomb. I broke the glass. The beefy man hit the floor and the butler passed out. That was the third table. The guard that lost two twice a minute ago insisted another rematch. I shrugged him with a bird.
"Collect my prize. We're going."
He lead the way and I followed inside the mansion. Two men in black usher us in the study where the bitches in ties sat in the meeting room. Black double doors faced us intimidating a bad omen. Who ever behind these walls I already don't like them.
"You sure about that lead?"
"Affirmative."
"Then better give them proper first impression."
I swear you can see a pair of devil horns with matching tail sprouting with an evil aura from him.