CLASSIFIED INFORMATION PART 2

In that some trumpets sounded in unison letting a terrifying melody be heard, as if the end of the world was approaching. Zev looked around desperately looking for a way out but he had no choice but to put his plan into action. As the chess walls and floor moved to make the challenge more difficult, he yelled.

"I'm not Ronny!"

Drawing everyone's attention, the gazes were fixed on him, mainly that of the girl similar to Ocean, she looked annoyed.

"I'm not Ronny! Let me out of here, you are wrong," he said again.

The participants rushed towards him but the girl appeared to defend him.

"What are you doing, average citizen?" She asked as she pushed him to prevent others from hitting him, "what happened to following the plan?"

The girl began to defeat everyone with ease even though the others attacked her but her skin was so tough that it was impossible to scratch her.

"You deserve to win but I don't want to be here, I don't belong here."

"Stop complaining and save your average life, your family? You would go with them, right?"

Zev ran towards the others to get them away from them, he thought that if the two survived it would be easier to make a deal with those secret entities.

"Your skin is very tough, let me use it as a shield," he said.

"We have to kill, we can't just push them and that's it, I'll crush their necks, what will you do?"

"I-I don't know…" his mind wandered for a few minutes and suddenly he wasn't there but where it all began, at the train station.

Excited to return, the stage around him turned gray and from one second to the next he was back on the chess floor but there was something different, he had a sharp sword in his hands and the girl was lying in front of him with a confused look.

"So that's your power…" Her eyes widened as her hands trembled.

He didn't understand anything. He looked at the sword and handed it to her begging her to run him through. She didn't want to, just like him, she just wanted to go home, her frustration was exceeding its limits, on either side were corpses and huge pools of fresh blood, now the duel between them was the most intense thing that was happening.

"Let us go!" Zev yelled up at the ceiling.

Since Zev didn't want to kill the girl and she didn't want to hold the weapon, he threw the sword to the other side of the room but it returned to his hand as if it were a boomerang.

"There can only be one winner unless…" the voice spoke.

"Unless what?" he yelled.

"She has to choose…"

The trumpets sounded again with greater amplitude and a golden light appeared in front of their eyes, Zev kept seeing the same golden hair with sky blue streaks, that entity seemed to descend from the sky.

"Your skin is very strong, if you don't want to die forever then give it to me", she told the girl.

"My skin?" she thought.

"It serves me as an extra for someone else, if you give it to me, a part of you will live," she paused, "tick tock, tick tock, decide."

Zev reacted. He turned his body wielding the sword in the direction of the entity but he couldn't see anything clearly, the blinding bright light clouded his vision.

In that, the entity damaged Zev's eyes with its light, he saw complete whiteness until his sight returned. In front of him was the girl impaled by the sword, her blood running down the long blade as she contemplated that scene.

"I didn't do it, I didn't kill her," he thought nervously and dropped the sword.

A dais rose in front of him along with a fine and delicate silhouette, a soft and calm melody playing in the background as his heart beat a thousand an hour. There was a winner, the traveler would be the worthy recipient of that entity known as the most beautiful woman.

He wanted to flee, he ran in a hurry through the enormous place that was constantly changing, causing him to feel slightly dizzy. He knew that trying to escape would be difficult but it was not in his plans to give up, although sooner rather than later, that woman captured him. A cry of pain took over the stage, Zev couldn't resist that strange combination between peace and fear caused by the fact that an entity was entering his body.

"Dear Zev," he felt how it caressed his head, "I need to recover my strength so I will remain asleep inside you until the moment arrives."

"What happened to the girl? I didn't even know her name, what did you do to her?" He looked down but demanded to know.

"You killed her because she didn't agree to give me her skin, however, I took it and put it on my perfect creation."

Zev had so many things on his mind, he felt really bad and the dizziness was getting worse.

"I want to go home," he touched his sweaty forehead.

"We will save the third dimension and then we will go home…"

In that the boy began to forget everything that happened in that strange ceremony, also some of his experiences in his dimension, the train trip, the girl, everything. The regression that he had ended and he was once again on the desert floor where he escaped from the loop.

"Get out of my body, you crazy bitch!" He glared with a look full of disappointment, "this is all your damn fault! And you're not even beautiful! You must be horrible."

"Shut up!" she snapped, "Dear young man, everything will be fine, it's almost time to release my spirit, although to be honest I'm very comfortable inside of you," she said in a lower and calmer tone, emitting a slight smile.

"Just go! I don't want to know anything else, let me go, I'll look for my brother and we'll go, you'll go out and do what you have to do, I'll go," he said with a lump in his throat.

The most beautiful woman began to laugh subtly, even with a very feminine touch, which annoyed Zev a lot. It was a mockery to him but he was willing to go against that entity.

"Fate is death," the woman said with a serious tone.

Then the seconds turned into minutes, during that time, the woman didn't speak again, however, Zev's thoughts continued to rumble back and forth in his head, he had never experienced the clarity or tranquility of a silent mind.

He fell to the ground thinking that the girl he met on the train had been stripped of her skin and transferred to Ocean's cells to make her even more resistant. He wondered if she knew that.

"I'm an idiot, that's what I am," he said to himself.

He threw himself on the cold sand because he felt his body still burning. The night was approaching, revealing a starry sky. He looked at that relaxing landscape while he burst into tears due to the despair of not knowing what move to make next.

Some lanterns illuminated his body, he soon felt heavy and wanted to disappear.

"It's him, Commander," heard a male voice.

"No!" He thought, "no matter how far I get, they're always there, I'm doomed."

His eyes narrowed, letting out a long, desperate, annoyed breath.

"Fate is death," he remembered those words.

He yawned from exhaustion until once the words rang in his head.

"They are going to kill me… I am going to die tonight."