"Yes I can smell it " He muttered softly.
"They wants me to come...to join them and party, to celebrate my achievements " He said dreamily as he began to walk over slowly.
"Can't you hear it Hunter ?"
"Snap out of it brother" Hunter tapped him on the back lightly and then hardly when he didn't respond and kept on moving.
Quickly he delved into his thoughts, with full concentration he tried to communicate with him telepathically.
[Knock knock.. Hayden, can you hear me?]
'Fuck, man is locked in'
'Honestly, this is way more than some exam test, it got to mean more'. Hunter thought to himself as he quickly disengaged Hayden firm hands and quickly slipped down. He landed roughly on his knees but didn't feel a pain, perharps the one time he was subconsciously glad he was a cripple as his knee caps made crunching sounds. But almost instantly he rebuked his thoughts. Whose knees gets crushed upon impact from a miniscule height.
Up ahead, Hayden continued to walk like a zombie, hands out stretched I'm front of him as he walked closer to the people laughing, eating and drinking ahead. If one watched closely, he would noticed that the people having fun didn't notice those that were coming towards them. But then Hunter wasn't the only one as more than ten people had already fallen for it. Hunter who was trying to move his body backwards to avoid inhaling in the possible mind control drug or poison. He knew that those with the poison element and with high affinity were some sneaky bastards. If you were unlucky and you would meet one who could be clever in tactics and, or also good at martial arts or a weapon class. They were promising assasins, just like the shadow and fog users.
He looked around warily as he tried to move back quickly. He was expecting a sword or most likely a dagger flying out from somewhere.
'Would it be behind or by my side?' he thought to himself.
'Come and join them'. A soothing voice said to him.
"What was that ?" He instinctively shouted.
No one answered him. Quickly he turned unto his stomach and looked back to see a group of people approaching his location. He breathed in a sigh of relief as he felt he could get someone to work with him and also try to wake Hayden out of it since he was getting closer to the house. He had no idea what would happen to his brother when he reached the building. That's even if what he was seeing was real and not an Illusion.
His hopes were dashed as a slim but beautiful light skinned girl and her group walked past.
"A cripple in the trials ?" she asked with an air of authority as she looked down at him. On her face was a look of genuine surprise but alongside that was a lack of concern. Almost Immediately her squad began laughing out loud, with some even throwing snarky remarks at Hunter while looking down at him with disdain. It was a party of six, equally shared among genders. Perharps he could slice their tongues for their behaviour but he held himself, not only was he outnumbered, in a ratio of six to one but also a ratio of twelve to none.
"Sadly there's no place for the weak in this world" she said and casted him a look of pity as she led her group past him. While leaving two guys one with a brown hair and the other black. The latter a white skin spotted with brown tattoos and the other a black skin with a grey hoodie covering half of his body, leaving his right arm fully open. They quickly turned behind their group back and kicked some dirt towards his face, in the process their boot hit his chin. The dust and sand mixed with debris from only who knew where hit Hunter in the face as some got into his mouth in the process. Quickly he spitted it out as the substance immediately stunged his tongue.
'Fuck it hurts'. But he didn't show it, he just looked at their departing figure.
'I guess this is how been at the bottom of the food chain feels like'. He thought to himself as his lips began to form creases upwards. His lips arched upwards as he bursted into laughter. For a moment the group turned back and stared at him before continuing walking, ignoring his actions.
"Sicko!" Someone shouted.
"I mean who smiles and laughs after been kicked in the face " another chipped in as they disappeared further from his sight.
"This is what it feels to be helpless" He laughed out loud as he gritted his teeth, crunching some tiny pieces of sand particles in the process. No matter how far you brush your teeth, it's just never free from germs. His chin hurts, he was pretty sure it was swollen as his brain reminded him of the stinging pain.
"Even in the next life, the oppressors would always be there. I guess it's either you join them or be oppressed. Or better, get stronger to not be bothered."
"The three options in every life, I guess the world really exists in three shades of color; black, white and grey."
"Heavens, I say a thank you to you, cause you have just given me a side mission. A mission, worth my time and effort. Revenge here we go again".
Sporadically laughing out loud with his back now laying on the sand as he pulled out two daggers from his dimensional storage and stabbed it into the ground. Those who were heading towards his direction, upon seeing his actions not only ignored him but gave him space.
No one wanted to be stabbed by a maniac.
While laughing and chuckling to himself as he laid on the floor, he saw some folks pulling out their phones and taking a screen shot of him. Just on cue like he was a trained actor he smiled brightly showing his white and partly brown stained teeth with dirt from earlier on for the camera. He laughed as his eyes showed brightly like a truly happy person. Was he slowly losing it, only time would tell. Time which he didn't have.