After saying which, Michael walked out of the room. Spence kept the tray on a small table, and tried to look around for anything important he could find there.
'They have brought me here with a motive, so they must've placed the key somewhere here.'
Spence began to walk briskly around the room, moving back and forth.
"The key... A sharp key... A key that breaks the lock... Is it some kind of sharp object? Wait a minute." He muttered, as he dug his hand into pockets, frantically searching for something. "Found it!" He said, as he pulled out the USB they found earlier.
He rushed towards the door and tried to break the lock. Click. Click. Click. He heard the sound three times as he noticed three pieces of metal fall out of the key hole. Click. He could feel in his bones it was the last moment of his suffering as the door opened and light from outside entered his room, making him seem like the star of the show that night. He ran his hand through his hair which were matted, dry and coiled now. Freedom never felt so good before. He was happy.
Just as he was trying to sneak out of that room, a siren started blaring, with its noise that can pierce through one's eardrums. The bright room suddenly turned an eerie red, with shadows that become more defined, more detailed. Each shadow seemed like an oscillation that could set off the pendulum of death. It was crazy.
"Student Spence has broken the rules and tried to violate the terms. Strict measures are to be taken once the concerned is located in the premises."
"I WILL GET OUT OF HERE!"
He started screaming as he ran in the hallway, the wind crashed against his sweaty skin, making it feel cool and nice. It was the first time in so many days he could smell the fresh air, the crisp scent of grass and feel it brush across his skin. Perhaps the first time that he could move freely, first time he could scream and yell. First time there was so much peace and silence. There was nothing that could stop him that night, not even himself. He was dancing with death that night.
His feet led him to the Sec, where he began searching for Raina and Sam. No one could tell he was just a student who received a scholarship to study in a Prestigious Academy. He looked no short of a beggar, whose life earnings were snatched by a rich man. He seemed enraged.
"What have you done to us? Why us?" His voice was surprisingly calm. Tears could be seen brimming at the corner of his eyes.
"We didn't choose you per se, you all asked to be chosen." Raina simply muttered in a low voice. It was low enough to send a chill down your spines. Low enough to make you scared.
"Bright Leaders was doing an experiment and you people just seemed like you were fit as test subjects." Sam added.
"Do you really think that it was right for you to treat us like animals?" His tears increased as they began dragging the dirt down his face, forming clear paths. "Why did you kill them?"
"Haven't you watched movies? It's simple. They all knew a lot. Haruko was guardian of this place's secret and was entrusted to do so even if he has to claim someone's lives in this pursuit." Raina giggled.
"So we were not only lab rats but also fodder for the experiments. Is this fair enough?" The horror began to form shadows on his face. "Why have you kept me alive?" His tears transformed into sobbing. "Why me? Why not someone else? Why not Bond?"
"Wait. I get that about the others but Bond is safe. He is alive because you are alive. We need you both." Her eyes widened in guiltless surprise.
"Where is he? I want to meet him for the last time before ending it all." His sobbing lessened to crying.
Sam couldn't help but feel something inside. Some kind of strings kept pulling back, almost as if they were trying to stop him from doing something. His heart knew. His friend of so many years was standing beside him, his savior who saved him multiple times was now desperate for help.
How much can I really even hate humans?
Thoughts began circling in his mind before he finally blurted, "Let me take him to Bond."
He didn't give Spence any time to think or listen and dragged him by his shirt collar. Upon reaching the hallway, he diverted his path and took him to the place he was craving to visit that day, the place where Bond was kept.
" I'll leave the rest upto you." Sam said as he turned back and ran till the end of site, seeming confused at his own actions.
Spence saw Bond and his mind was blank but enough for him to run with wobbly feet to the figure in the dark room, pull his collar and crash his lips against the figure's lips. The heat from his lips melted the cold ones touching his and he could feel some kind of movement. The lips were responding. Suddenly, he felt the rough and dry tongue slip into his mouth, touching every corner of it, especially the sensitive upper palette. "Mmhh..." He whimpered softly. He wanted to return back the favour and started navigating his tongue around Bond's chapped lips and felt shivers as two chapped surfaces brushed off each other. His tongue made its way into the mouth, moving around at a very consistent speed. "Mmmmh" the weak moan could drive Spence crazy. There was sensuality in the air. Tears began to roll down his cheeks and mixed in with the saliva, making it all the more intense. "I... mmh... ca... mmh" Bond couldn't stop himself too, as he wound his tongue around Spence's, pushing and pulling it occasionally. Spence gave a small nudge at his chest with his gentle hands and Bond abruptly pulled out, seeing light shine upon Spence's face. Even though he was not in a good state that time, he was the perfect person for him.
"I love you. I love you so much I can't express it in words. You look like my muse, my love, my family, my savior... Everything. You're my everything." Tears brimmed at his eyes at the last word. He had never said it to anyone before.
"Today, I have come here to do a dance of death with someone." Spence said as he propped himself up, bowed and offered out a hand.
"Would you like to dance with me?" He politely asked.