We got into the car and I asked Dora to show me what it had recorded but instead said, "The video had been deleted permanently, no access."
Through gritting my teeth, I cursed Ai. She was behind that for sure. Nothing could slip out of her pointy claws as I grasped. She took that coin-shaped thing. What was it? Could I kill that devil or not, just locked it in some cells!
"Ouch," I groaned at the unbearable sore, wishing, it would be healed faster and as I did it, my mouth dropped.
I smelled horrible and surely it was annoying Roby but she was quiet. I witnessed how golden sparkles streamed out in a line, rushing from my bracelet to my wound. I felt the pain as two sides of my skin grew, attaching. I shrilled and Roby panicked.
"What should I do, Tania? Oh, gods." she was reciting some words under her breath. To which god? I had no idea, obviously, I didn't believe them! They had been arguing to kick my ass a day after another.
I couldn't believe that was happening to me. I have gotten an Aligner and it was even worse. Although Las Vita being the capital of immortality court, yet I couldn't accept them. How could someone bear that without painkillers?
I wasn't a well-trained soldier to handle that easily. Or I wasn't a part of the Aligners academy. It seemed the contracted ones like me were some stray soldiers to walk and watch the shadows. The squad that they had put me in was the harsh one.
Otherwise, the Aligners army never wore a mask on their faces like what I must do to cover my safety. Unlike us, everyone in the society could see their honorable faces on each skyscraper hologram, hovering in the sky, showing how glorious they were.
The army, which had been protecting us from the hidden menace. On the other hand, they could be immortal and mortal, without any difference we had been living beside each other for many years.
I was gasping, when Roby helped me took off my torn jacket. Who would pay that mess? The pain was biting my brain. I didn't know from which corner she found a sponge and thrust it into my mouth. She did well, out of pain my teeth clenched roughly. I was holding my breath, waiting for it to finish as soon as possible.
I had crunched my tongue and tasted blood when the Zaar tossed me to the dustbin. That could be bad if I cut off my tongue out of that misery. I was sure that the string's divine power couldn't repair the gone.
I remembered the horror nights that the shadows of the underworld had brought us and used to seize at nights and I was concealing under my bed unlike holding the pink light lamps of energy cubes, stupidity, thinking that they would not catch me if I hid. Their screeches remained in my head for years.
Even in my nightmares, I couldn't imagine joining Aligners and face a stray dark spirit. I was terrified, really.
My body was shaking at the mix of fear and soreness. My poor cousin held me as tight as she could.
My shaggy dark hair had bobbed above and then laid on my face. Then, I overcame that inner conflict. I heaved a heavy breath out and my eyes shifted in my wounds. They were all gone and left no scar. But what if the next one would cut off my head, can they bring me back to the previous state?
"Are you alright?" she said. But I had no answer. Just rolled my head down, leaning back.
"Let's leave this hell of Ferals! Before they come and cause us another new wound." I grumbled.
I wasn't fine. At least they could explain to me something about these beasts. A book or a link, everything that would allow me to become educated about immortal court's issues. They were truly testing me, trying my patience.
We drove back to Roby's place, which was a complex, and people were coming and leaving. I wouldn't forget how people were looking at my exploded appearance. We just strode out of the parking, not using the elevator in there as people were more in that way. I couldn't endure their glances at me after I went through a mass of tension.
Gladly, then Roby pressed her finger on the bell and after recognizing her identity we were allowed to enter the lobby. The security man was snoozing inside his cabin and didn't notice us passing the lobby but his machine assistant was always awake, scanned us entirely as we reached the elevator. Roby gazed at me and tapped on the screen on the wall.
"The elevator access!" A woman's voice informed and the door slipped back and we got in and she pressed the 14th-floor bottom.
"Tania, would you get back to school?" Roby asked.
"I don't know, can you apply for two days' leave for me?" I wanted that so bad, I had dangled with many things and needed some space to manage my time. She nodded and for a moment peered into my eyes. I could see that she wanted to hug me but the stink of trash avoided her.
We moved up and inside the corridor, Roby's neighbor passed by us. I saw how she smirked at us and murmured something to the guy near her, taking her nose, gazing straight into my eyes.
I was in the mood to go ahead and pull her hair as she shot me those mocking gestures. Roby clawed my arm and dragged me to the right side where her quarter was. Then slammed the door behind.
"Spare that filthy bone, she doesn't like me," Roby said and had studied what I was about to do to her. Last time, I saw her with another man and again got a new one. Next time, if she did look at us in amusement again I would fix her ass. I thought.
"Only, this time! Because I am tired, you know that I can't tolerate those who bully on us."
She nodded and pointed out to the bathroom.
"I will bring you a towel. Go wash up until I apply the request for your temporary leave."
I crept straightly to the left side. How could it be so harmful? How could I get rid of that quake night?
Even taking a shower would remind me of that. The smell of trash that tagged into my skin, reminding the mud on that pig T-shirt. I set the water temperature on the screen and shrugged out of my clothes, tossing them inside the basket, checking my body inside the full body mirror, looking for bruises and scratches, nothing I found. My face dirty, my hair like a rooster, which just got back from a battle with another one. I tapped the "Flux" icon and the water rained down on my body.
The string didn't move away from my wrist. It remained there to guard me against every sudden darkness surge. I heard the whistle in my brain again, squeezing my skull I knelt on one knee. No, it shouldn't rise, not again.
This cursed darkness couldn't be true. I was conflicted with this enough, I survived it after the surgery. I closed my eyes and the steam streamed out heavily, the much that if there was any threat around, my blurry vision couldn't discover it.
The sore roughly increased and I didn't want it to rise at that time when I needed to enjoy a peaceful moment. But it made me bear it and my fist clenched, insisting to push the darkness back. Why the string would not erase it from me? Isn't it a weapon of light force?
I embraced my knees and let the sore continue until the devilish unpleasant gift became tired and let go of me.
Did I have to endure these sufferings, to become stronger? Was it vital?
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