Chapter Eight ~ P2:
Previously on
'Bound To The Stars':
You might think that there was nothing that could possibly capture my attention at a time like this, but then you'd be wrong. Pilfering my attention like that of a thief at night was a camera that seemed to have been... filming me.
A tiny red light flickered in my widened eyes as the outline of fingers at the sides was completely see-through. Is there someone here? Recording this?
What in the actual fuck?
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I felt as if I were a caged animal. Was this all just some sort of entertainment for another? Was all this pain and torture done just for the sake of getting some sick person off? The thought sent tremors grazing down the matter of my spine, the muscles in my face weakening to display a countenance enriched with realization.
Emanating from the obscurity that was the ocean floor was the bull shark, a devilish look appearing prominent in its eyes as I regained focus.
I braced myself and stabbed the shark at its side, then I tried to place my feet against it to rip the spear back out, but the shark slipped away into oblivion. I ignored it and swam back up toward the surface, choking and coughing as my mouth became a black hole that swallowed the largest breath ever taken in, most likely beating whatever world record we were at.
I floated once more on my back, placing my hands on my stomach as the fingers to which I owned still trembled in fear. There wasn't any pain in my legs. I think they were all numbed up. Still, it didn't prevent the tears from sliding down the margins of my face and into the water below.
Becoming flashed across my mind like that of a random cringe moment was the memory of the camera that seemed to have been held by someone I couldn't see, but if I were being completely honest, it didn't seem to bother me as much. I felt nearly used to it; the blurred memories of feeling watched or monitored, taking absolute control over my mind.
Contesting the air canals that offered the sense of sound to my body was the reverberation of a propelling helicopter - one that sounded as if it were nearing where I lay.
Was this... help? I questioned for just a moment, as I could not. I simply just could not waste another.
I waved my arms in the air and screamed at the highest volume in which my voice could possibly project.
Becoming wilted into dust like leaves in December was the sound of the helicopter as, with time, it got further away from me. I felt my heart gain weight and descend to my left ankle moments before the helicopter made a complete U-turn and let down a ladder.
Slowly, a bright grin found itself etching up the corners of my cheeks. I could already taste the liberation, I swore I could have already tasted the freedom as it danced across my tastebuds, before banging against my teeth to relieve itself in an unbinding screech.
I propelled toward the ladder, but when I reached for it, the helicopter moved itself from my grasp.
Being suffocated by the sound of the helicopter were my screams as in comparison, they didn't seem to have stood a single chance.
They put down the ladder to save someone, but they passed me straight, so it must have been for... the invisible person. I know, it sounds like a name straight out of a horror story where the MC is a child, but come on. I'm anything but creative.
I squinted at the ladder, only to see the camera attached to a black strip tied around what I assumed was the waist of someone, the waist of the invisible person. The pilot came for them. I felt the corners of my lips drift downward, followed by the hoisting of my upper lip. I was really fucking pissed, glaring nefariously at the person as their body glistened from the reflection of the sun. I traced the outline of a woman, their hips broad, their frame small.
They seemed to have been struggling to get to the top, which made perfect sense; they couldn't see their own hands. I snickered to myself right before my smirk slipped down the slippery slopes of the uncanny.
From the shadows of the helicopter there emerged the person in the black boots and red cloak. Transpiring from the sides of the person's shoulders were their streams of ebony that lifted with the wind, concealing the identity of this mysterious person.
With such voluminous black hair fluctuating across the visage of the red-cloaked person, it was hard to identify who they were, but something about them seemed familiar. The paleness of their skin breathtakingly staying in the perfect contradiction to the hair.
The red-cloaked person inched across slightly as if to let someone through. I peered in utter silence as the camera moved into the helicopter, the last glimmers of sunlight slowly fading to relieve the invisibility function back to its authentic self.
Red cloak took back the position they were in before; directly by the doorway, glaring directly at me with irises I couldn't quite make out the shade of. Their hand rose to their head with something gold and shiny hanging onto them.
Becoming squinted were my eyes as they tried to make out what that thing was. And I swear to you I did not know what it was until it was steadily rocked back and forth, emitting a nearly nonexistent sound of a bell ringing.
"Oh, shit," I muttered, when instead I should have said, of course. I mean, what else did I expect?
As per usual, my eyes blurred into nothingness as my head grew heavy and I fell headfirst into the water.
 Author's note
𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞, 𝐥𝐮𝐯𝐬!
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𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝 ☻︎.
𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐚, 𝐈 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐲, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡.
𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥'𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 3 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨. 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬.
𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞! 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 :). 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.
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