Angel/ Rebirth

The creature's aura whispers out death, plaguing the air with dark particles and iron smelled bubbles passing her crude expression... It's a nasty look, one a person on the rim edge of a cliff would make when accepting their faith in a smiling passion. Lost in insanity...

That very same being reaches their fingers, sliding them from my chest to my chin. -

I reach up the nub which use to be my hand to stop hers from advancing any further, but along the stinging pain, I'm reminded that I no longer had hands to stop the girl. She then goes for my chin, thumb sliding to the ridge of my eye, fingers cupping behind my head. I can only lay here as she invades me, stuck to the dirt, expecting death.

But she proves the thought of killing me to be my misjudgment.

"I'm not going to hurt you..." The girl voice was high pitch, though a bit mellow toned, pressing her thumb on the cut in my eye. "Instead-

In the moment I let down my fight against her restraint, the nail of her thumb blinds my left eye, shooting a jolt of pain that makes me bend my back in a silence cries, gasping out an awning amount of slob.

"You'll be saved... Sora." Calling out my name, the girl slushes her thumb in the hole where my eye use to be, tracing a circle in a burning lust.

For some odd reason... I think... No wait... I feel, the constant stings slowly vanishing. - My quivering lips break into a open mouth smile, watching the girl's behavior blur in and out with my better eye. - Its rather... Soothing... More soothing than I thought it would be....

The finger scrapping the sides of where my eye use to be feels like a blistering feeling of a thorn jams inside a bee sting, but...- My conscious slowly begins to slip away, feeling the girl's finger exiting the hole, reaching to rip out her own eye. - Wait... What was I going to say? Something about this pain? I can't remember...

For a short moment, thoughts fainting, I saw a familiar face. Not my mother, not my father, nor Akki.... I saw a duplication of the girl in front of me. A girl with the same hair tone and length, moreover, she wears two red flower hair pins. -

Right...! That's it! The flower... The garden at the orphanage... - I seen images flashing by, one of a blank face girl clinging to my hand, dashing before me as petals from red lilies flew around us. Somone, who name I can't even renounce...-

Two Months Later:

- Adrenalin pumping, I pop up, shuffling my hands over a sheet of cover, stamping my hand on my face in constantly breathing in and out. I let out a crying groan, darting my eyes across where I laid, spotting wall for wall, each made of cloth like fabric.

In a panic, scared, confused, I take the covers that wrap around me, fluttering them to the floor- Looking to the floor in the thought of escaping, I see that it wasn't made of marble or wood, it was pure dirt beneath my feet.

"Where the hell-

My legs lock in place, hearing a man voice approaching the cloth in front of me.

".... We would need to dispose of him then." - Sheets falling over his arm as he enters, a man with a well shave orange beard and mustache that goes into a Goatee style, stumbles upon me in a daze. "Ah, would you look at that?" He shoots me a charming grin, unsurprised to see that I was standing. "We were just talking about you a few minutes ago."

Beside the man is a little girl who face naturally screams irritation. Her pupils a darken purple, strangely having realistic looking bunny ears a top her head. - I shake mine, thinking that can't be true.

The orange Goatee man gives out a gentler smirk, gazing with those purple eyes of his. "Relax, we're not gonna kill you."

I take a step back, grabbing hold of my wrist. "Earlier... I heard you say, "Dispose of him." Am I supposed to believe you after that?"

I was staying conscious. I needed answers quick. Is he an enemy or someone who help me? Also, how are my injuries healed? Did they do it, or- A shock of pain zips through my brain, letting down my guard to hold on to my head as I kneed the ground.

-The last thing I remember was being pinned down by that girl...

"Ava," The man enters the room, no longer keeping his distance, letting the curtain fall as the girl shuffles her feet in his steps. "Care to the boy already." He demands her. "I'm sure his injuries not fully healed yet."

The small girl comes to me like he told her to, snatching my arm by the wrist, placing her other hand on my bicep. The aching that covered my body slowly begins to vanish, eyeing the girl, unable to convey my thoughts at all the sudden things that were happening. More precisely, I didn't know what to make of this entire situation.

Going to the bed I laid in, that I now recognize as a ruined nursing bed, the man lifts his left leg placing it over his right knee. He uses his thigh to rest his elbow on, fist under his chin, sticking his head out to me once the small girl finishes healing me.

"Now then, with that out of our way," The girl skips off to the man side, tugging on his arm when latching her hands around it in a shy manner. But I'm mostly sure she didn't want to be any closer to me. "I have a question for you. How long do you think you were sleeping?"

How long was I sleep? Does he mean from the moment I fell unconscious? Why drop such a question out of nowhere, that's besides the here and now?

"Don't be shy." He opens his hand for a quick second, forming it back to a fist that continues to lift his chin. "Take a quick guess. The big reveal is going to be something that'll make you die laughing, I'm sure."

He behaves way too chummy for someone who I just met. I also can't forget...- A flash back of him beside Third at the Eternal Ballroom comes to mind. - He knows the one who nearly killed me. Third, they could be partners. If push comes to shove, I might have to be prepared to fight again.

I eye my mask beside the man, planning to grab it the moment he lets his guard down. "Is it a week?"

The man breaks from his entire laid-back position, cupping his hand over his mouth in a snicker. "Seriously kid, a week? That's your guess?"

Me and the girl beside him lock eyes. She seems to know what I was aiming to do, so I let go of the thought of dashing for the mask, giving the man's comment a sigh. "What? Has it been more than a week? Two? Three?" I ask the man, becoming more annoyed that he was finding some fun in this.

"Pfft, nah kid." He calls me a kid again... "You been knocked out for an entire two months."

Two months... - It takes just a second for the doom lingering in those words to murder the peace of mind I held the entire time.

A week would have been fine with me, heck, even two weeks. But entire two months? How much did I miss? Is the game near its end already? And that guy, the shallow one call Third, is he even alive still?

I became lost for words. Imagining the worst scenarios possible.

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