Chapter 3: Rats
Chapter 3: Rats
Tak-
A small droplet of water fell on my nose, and wake me up from my slumber. It was wet and taste weird… of course it was wet what am I thinking…
Slowly, I opened my eye to see a red wall fill with graffiti in front of me. That's odd, why is the wall red now.
Ah, it probably blood trickled down to my eyes. Damn it, then this is worse than I thought. Did my skull cracked?
I looked up to the disturbance that cause me to wake up. Slowly, I can see a faulty pipe dripping water onto my body.
Pipe… pipe…
Right, this should the alleyway of Roak St, have I been beaten up here? Damn, I can't even remember those motherfucker's faces. Nevermind, not like I can beat them or anything.
Well at least I can tried to occupy this pipe, at least it's drinkable water… I think
The water keeps on falling onto my head as I tried to assess my situation. I moved my head to side.
Crack-
'FUCK!' I bite my tongue to stop myself from screaming. Shit, I hope the 'Patrol' isn't around here yet.
'Fuck, those fucking fucker!', even with my nickname shouldn't they be gentler.
"Agh!", I weak groan escaped from my mouth as I tried to move my body. My arm slowly moved up and down robotically after some effort.
Let's see, three broken ribs, a small crack in the skull, all of my finger is broken, my leg is almost crushed but thankfully it was still recoverable.
There looked to be a lot of cut too. Shit why must they used a knife just punch me or something. I lost so much blood, this ain't gonna spell my dead does it?
I look around my surrounding and there are many pools blood. Damn, there are a lot of blood everywhere in my surroundings… like a slaughterhouse - at least the slaughterhouse that I know of -.
Most of those blood are mine probably, I do not really pride myself as a fighter after all, but I do pride myself as a professional punching bag.
Looking around some more, and discovered nothing, I felt greatly relieved. No rats, no cats, no wild dog, and no people, only trash and himself. This is a safe space for now.
Looking at the pool of blood, I lamented:
'Hazz, can't be too wasteful. Curses'
I move my head slowly to bundle of almost dried blood, it's hurt, my body is in constant pain, but I have to move or else all those precious blood gonna dried up. Either feel pain or die, there was no option isn't it.
As my forehead almost make contact with the pool of blood, my small tongue sticks out of my mouth trying savor ever last drop of red liquid.
Lick, lick, lick, …
The perpetual motions go on until the ground only have dried blood left. This take about ten, no fifteen minutes I think, I don't have a clock anyway.
After that the smell of iron lessen, with this it will be somewhat easier to stay hidden.
It such a shame that so much blood have already dried up, but oh well, can't be crying over spill water.
'I hope these will be enough.', or else I'm gonna die.
Suddenly, well not too sudden since I know this gonna happened
A tingling sensation spread through my body like a million ants, slowly consume every part of my body.
An intense pain envelope my body, still as shitty as ever I see, a burning sensation can be felt within my chest specifically my heart.
My head buzzing with static noises and unknown voices. That can drive most people insane upon constant contact.
'S£r#i%e'
'S£r#^&e'
'S%r#?%e'
That was roughly what it's said. But I can't really concentrate nor really want to since the pain is still there.
'Ah, this unpleasant feeling… I fucking hate it, but beggar can't be chooser I guess…'
My strength slowly fading, my vision starts to go blurry, the feeling of powerlessness overwhelmed me. I feel sleepy, my consciousness is dwindling.
'She better be here early or else my head gonna be crushed into mush real soon once the 'Patrol' spotted me.'
As the last thought pass my mind, I fall asleep. Fearing I might never wake up again to see the sun next day.
Well, look like I was blessed to see the sun after all.
"Ugh…", a small groan escaped my mouth as I waking up. I wonder how long have I been sleeping, hopefully it have only been hours and not days.
"Awake yet?", a not too soft voice wake me up from my trance.
I turn my head a bit to the left, looking at her golden eyes I said with jest.
"Do I looked dead to you?"
*Bamp*
What welcome me was a fist to the head, and it was not weak by any mean.
"Do you feel pain?", she said with a menacing smile on her face.
"Ouch, well what was I expecting." Touching my head slightly, I sit up from my bed face to face with a girl placing her head on the palm of her hand and sitting on a sofa.
It would be a very gorgeous and enchanting scene if they were anywhere else except the scrapyard.
Honestly, She shouldn't have read those old magazines before going to sleep, it just making her weirder day by day. She even let me sleep outside of the scrap car because I have to be aware of gender differentiate or something.
"Haiz, do you know how worried I am? Just because of your Mark, you shouldn't go and mess with thug, you strength is so pitiful I'm sure somewhere a rat can kill you! And also...", and she started ranting
She keep going on and on lecturing me like I'm her son. Shouldn't I be the brother? Should I lectured instead her for not respect the elder?
Suddenly she stopped and said
"Stop thinking something stupid" she shakes her head as though disappointed. Why do I suddenly fell like the younger brother in this relationship, wasn't I older?
"Was it that obvious?" I asked with a bit of skepticism, it can't be that bad right?
"Yes."
… welp.
"Anyway, Cockroach did you found a source of water yet" she asked me with eye fill with some expectation.
Oh yeah water…
Shit.
I wonder if she can drink pipe water, it shouldn't be poisonous right? Well, my words are quite unreliable due to my Mark. Does it's taste weird when I drink it? Was it sour or salty? I can't remember at all.
This must be one of the worse crisis I have up until now.
"Um… yes…?" Does it's come of as a question, she wouldn't noticed it,… probably
…
A deadly silent fill the air as I tried to dodge golden her eyes. Hey, isn't that incinerator looking very cozy today.
"So… you did found water, right?" her voice was soft, too soft.
"Yes...…"
*Gulp*
"Does it taste weird to you?" I think, I don't know, I'm so fucked.
Wait!
"Actually, I did find water and it didn't taste weird at all, it doesn't taste weird at all but some grunt did beat me up for trying to occupy their water source, but I'm…etc…ect….", and like that unlike got more extravagant.
Yes! Bullshiting it's the only way to escape this predicament, like that he mixed some truth and bullcrap and make the perfect concoction called a lie.
Haha, sometimes my genius make me fell dumb… wait that doesn't sound right.
'Fold', an almost inaudible sound barely entered my ear.
Is she looking at me… coldly? Wait something wrong.
Suddenly, I can't feel my left arm as if it wasn't their in the first place.
Oh shit.
I look down at my arm, and my thought was confirmed. I know what is happening, and I really don't like this.
Like paper my arm was folding at a fast speed. It getting thinner and thinner as second pass, I do not fell any pain despite this though and no blood come out as well.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait, slow down Kaula, we can talk about this, slow down don't take my arm!!!" I scream in desperation but the uncaring ability keep on doing it's purpose and turn my hand into a card like flat surface.
"Attract", the card that used to be my left arm flew to her hand.
"I'm gonna keep this arm as a compensation for the fact you lied to your sister, ok?" How can she even tell that my words is a lie! Is she God?
Feeling powerless, I muttered in defeated "Yes, ma'am…", well it's just an arm anyway.
Kaula smiled brightly, if only she smiled more often she would have been more bearable for me.
"Anyways, I found some supplements inside some trash bin you can eat it if you like, I'm already eaten so I'll go to sleep first, you can do whatever."
She stand up from the broken down sofa and turn her back to me and slowly walking toward what used to be our shared car. My eyesight followed her back and stared ag her neck, Kaula's white hair dance in the air as she walked.
"I'll give this back when I'm awake tomorrow morning", holding my hand up and show me without turning her back and waved.
I waved back with my right hand, feeling a bit defeated. Then I returned to my makeshift bed. I make it a couple months ago when I got chase out of our car.
Sitting on the bed I take out a white card and whisper 'Unravel'. The white card rapidly unfold itself and a fluffy blanket appeared before my eyes in seconds.
Kaula stole this from some old man apparently, at least she is considerate of her brother well being even if it not that very necessary, but the thought does count. Even if the cold doesn't bother me anyway, it is not like I fond of it
{Third person's POV}
Laid down on his bed and covering himself with the white blanket the young man looked up to the vast star-fill sky, today there was no moon.
Though he can't really sleep, not because of the beautiful sky - he could be more care-less -, it was his 'Gift' working as intended.
Sometimes, he does want to just fall asleep and forgot about everything drowning himself with blissful dream. But he was unable to even if he really want to, the only option is knocked himself out which he don't want.
Like that Aeter, let his thoughts lost in the wave of randomness while looking at the endless starlight. What would he do tomorrow or the day after tomorrow or this week, this month, he doesn't know. Maybe he will just close his eye for the last time tomorrow.
CHAPTER 3: Nameless Rats <ENDED>
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